Hey there. Long time no see huh?

I'm extremely sorry for the wait. I fell into a horrible writers block and once i managed to get out of it I ended up re-writing the chapter nearly twenty ties before I had something I didn't hate.

I'm sure there are some screw ups somewhere in this chapter since I only ran through it myself and I tend to some obvious things.

This story jumps a decade after the last chapter. At first I wanted to continue off from directly after the last chapter, but the chapters I wrote for that scenario never seemed quite right to me. This one seemed to fit in with what I wanted, AND I even brought in someone I'm sure some people will love to hate. hope you enjoy.

please R&R

This part of the story continues around 8 - 10 years after the last chapter. Soul Society has prepared for either Aizen or Ichigo to attack, while Ichigo and the other's have been training to fight Aizen.

Soul Society – Rangiku Matsumoto

The light trickled in through the window, spreading speckles of light throughout the room and illuminating the slumbering figure of a woman resting on a sofa. She stirred as she slept, mumbling as beads of sweat formed across her body. Her movements increased until finally she woke, sitting up and breathing hard. She looked at her arm, where her lieutenant badge rested, and pulled out a small note from behind it. How Ichigo had manged to get the note to her, she may never know, but she was grateful. The letter contained only a few words, but it had helped her realize what was important.

"Matsumoto! Where are you?" She heard Hitsugaya yell from his office. She stood up and dusted herself off before leaving the room in a hurry, "Coming Captain." She called out. She made sure she looked fine before entering his office. "Hello Captain! She called out, as she jumped at him. "Bingo!" She thought as she successfully landed her chest in in face. Teasing the captain was one of her few joys now days, and she had vowed to take every chance. She saw his ears go bright red as he tried to push himself away.

Finally gaining freedom, he pushed her away and drew in a few deep breaths. Rangiku looked him over. She couldn't get over at how much he had grown recently. If this was the real world, she'd guess he was in middle school. He had grown a bit taller and his body showed his muscles a bit more, giving him a more mature look.

Once he had regained his breath he stared her down. "What the hell Rangiku? Every time I turn around I have you shoving those boulders in my face!" He said with a exasperated glare. She loved that she got under his skin like that. "But Captain, I just thought I'd give you some experience. You're a growing boy and it's only healthy." She said in a teasing voice, placing her arms under her chest to emphasize her assets. She was doing her best not to laugh as she watched Toushiro go beat red while he simply stared in astonishment. He put his head down and slowly pointed a finger towards the door. " . . . out" she heard him mumble. "What was that Captain?" she asked him in the same teasing voice. "GET OUT!" He roared. She flew out of teh room, suppressing her laughter as she ran.

A few minutes later she found herself walking around, not really sure where she was heading. She felt better now after teasing Toushiro, but she still had big problems to worry about. Since she had received the letter, she and some others had been secretly meeting to plan a way to either sabotage or escape Soul Society. The group was still to small to do anything major, but each member was very skilled and extremely loyal. The note, containing Gin's last words to her, had been enough to make her realize she couldn't follow Soul Society now.

Since she had nowhere else to go, she made her way to the hideout, making sure noone else was around. The entrance was in a small room that was embedded in the side of a cliff. The room itself was far to small for their meetings, but the small ladder in the back lead to a far greater chamber. At one side of the valley like room stood the remains of thousands of swords and deep gashes in the earth. It was Renji, an unofficial member, who told her that it was from Ichigo's Bankai training. Renji had stumbled into one of the meetings on accident, claiming he still used teh secret area to train occasionally. He had swore to keep their group a secret, but had told them he couldn't take part in their actions.

Despite all of their efforts, it had been leaked that a group of "traitors" were lurking in Seireitei. As she jumped down into the room, a group of twenty or so Shinigami came into view. There were small campsites here and their, and even a small medical tent. These were the Shinigami who had been listed as traitors and nearly caught. Rangiku and the others had managed to save a few dozen, and even more surprising than that, they had been successful in getting a small group of their people into Hueco Mundo on a scouting mission. They had had a small celebration after receiving a short letter from Rukia and Ichigo, explaing tahat the group had made their way to Ichigo and were now safe.

Once she was near the closest set of tents, a young male shinigami ran out and greeted her, "Would you like something to drink Miss Matsumoto?" He asked. Rangiku game him a light smile and shook her head as she kept walking. She knew it was bad leadership skills, but she could barely remember the names of most of the people here. So she made her way to the medical Tent. "Hanataro! You in there?" She yelled out. Just like she thought, it had barely taken a second for crashing sounds to fill the tent while Hanataro yelled out in suprise. A minute or so later he managed to crawl outside of the tent.

Hanataro was the same size as he alwasy was, but he looked a bit less child-like now. He had been taken into custody of the second devision after they found out he was a part of the "resistance group." He had received a few scars on his chest and arms from their interrogations, but he had been rescued before releasing any relevant information. Still, he was twice as jumpy now days, but Rangiku was determined to fix that.

"Wow Hanataro! You've gotten even less bumps and brusies than last time. You really are getting better." She told him happily. He laughed lightly as he pulled out his zanpakuto and touched it to his wounds. The red smoke they emitted didn;t even register on it's gauge. "I'm sure I would have never been able to do it without your help." he said with some nervousness. "So how is everything up top?" He asked her as he put Hisagomaru in its sheath. She couldn't help but let a small grimace cross her face "Captain Kurotsuchi is getting worse. His experiments are getting more crazy every day. Now he is even asking the Captain Commander's permission to create more modified souls, so that the dead bodies of the Bankai failures can be utilized. I'm not sure how effective they would be, but I'm sure Ichigo shouldn't have to much to worry about. Its still a creepy thought though." She said with a small shiver.

Hanataro

Hanataro looked down at the ground. He had always hated Captain Kurotsuchi, who was the only person Hanataro could truly say he hated. Ever since Ichigo had left, everything had began to spiral into a dark place, and near the heart of its source was Mayuri Kurotsuchi. He had taken up his chance to expand his experiments even further, and had even gained permission to freely experiment on any person who wasn't "necessary." Through his experiments he had created some gruesome horrors, which he unleashed on his successful subjects to test their of the first generation subjects had died, but one still remained.

Without really thinking, Hanataro looked over to a tent that sat away from the others. It had been unoccupied for a while now but no one had wanted to sleep in it or take it down so it simply remained. It's last occupant had been a girl who had somewhat disturbed Hanataro. She was the last sole survivor of Mayuri's failed "Artificial Shinigami" project. He had attempted to mass produce Shinigami with abilities that could be pre-determined, but all of them had died shortly after being awoken. Only one girl had survived, and eventually found her way to the resistance. She had stuck to herself for nearly her entire stay, but when the selection of the group that was to sneak to Hueco Mundo was being picked, she demanded to be part of it. Most people only agreed to get rid of her, but now Hanataro wondered what she was doing.

He didn't have long to think before he noticed Matsumoto staring him down. He did his best to smile, but he knew he looked nervous. "Umm, yes Rangiku?" He managed to ask in an even voice. She stared him down a few moments longer before she turned and walked away towards the training area. "I'm gonna go check up on Keiji. I'll stop by again before I leave." She yelled as she disappeared behind a nearby row of tents. "Okay." He yelled after her. He walked back into his tent, bumping his way through boxes of medical supplies that he had been able to get his hands on. He looked over at a support post of his tent that had a picture of the original resistance group that formed a few years ago. In the far corner of the picture sat a young woman with long black hair that kept her distance from the group. He once again his thoughts drifted off towards her.

Los Noches – Yuna Hokaido

In a dark room, with nearly no lighting, the pale figure of a woman was barely noticeable as she slept in her bed. Every once in a while a faint sigh would escape her mouth and she would shift herself restlessly on the bed. As she moved, the moonlight reached her face, revealing a beautiful woman with long black hair and skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Her face reddened slightly before she one again let out a soft sigh. "Oh, Ichigo" She breathed, letting out a faint giggle that brought a soft smile to her face. She continued to smile for a time before the smile was replaced with a grimace. "You don't need her." she whispered to herself as she slept. "No, please don't leave me Lord Ichigo." she murmured again. " . . no . . . no . . . " she began to move more before finnally her hand shot into the darkness and grabbed the hilt of a wakizashi. "NO!" She screamed as she instantly shot up and hurled the blade into a nearby wall.

She was breathing heavily and her eyes were wide, revealing her pure black pupils. After she had let herself calm down, she got up from her bed and changed into black kimono and walked over to the her zanpakuto. Pulling it out of the wall. As she exited the dark room, the light from the hallway illuminated the place her sword had hit. It had hit the picture of another woman dead center in the face. She hated her. She wouldn't let things stay as they were. Rukia Kuchiki didn't deserve Yuna's Lord Ichigo.

sooo, how was it? It was kinda short but I kinda feel like im dragging the chapter along to much if I go to far past 2k words, so I cut this one off a little short. I will have the next one out much sooner. I swear on my beard. (Yeah, I got a beard. creepy huh?)

Besides that I have two question for anyone who cares. What do you think of my diabolical creation known as Yuna Hokaido? Question 2 - How many people cried cause they thought the bleach manga about had the worst ending ever? Thank god it's still going.

well, it's 2 a.m. and I gotta be at college at 8, so good morning :)