AN no I'm not dead, I'm just not very reliable. The good news is I have not abandoned this story, the bad news is I'm hoping to wrap it up in the next few chapters, on account of the fact I've gone off bleach a bit. But don't worry I promise I'll finish it properly. Thankyou everyone for your wonderful support, without it I would never have got this far.

PS I own nothing, private ownership is a function of capitalism, capitalism is the work of Satan and therefore I refuse to have any part in any of it.

PPS I think i've managed to fix the formatting, sorry about that.

The people's front of the Seireitei

"I now call to order the first meeting of the People's front of the Seireitei. Viva la revolucion." Rukia tapped her spoon against the side of her coffee mug.

"Are we really going with the People's Front of the Seireitei? I still think the Seiretei Popular front, better conveys our ideals." Someone shouted from the back of the room.

"I thought we were going for the Seireitei Anarcho-Liberationist Movement?" That was when everyone seemingly decided it was open season on making suggestions, culminating with…

"I still prefer the Association for a Revolutionary Socialist Empire" There was a brief but deeply embarrassed silence at that.

"First of all I don't even know where to begin with that last suggestion, so I'm just going to pretend it was never mentioned, and secondly we are not getting back into this debate. We are the People's Front of the Seiretei." Rukia snarled, "Deal with it, or go away and start your own movement." There was widespread grumbling that eventually died down.

"Right, now if I have everyone's full attention, let's get down to our first order of business. What are we going to use as our logo." She glared around the room.

"Umm, excuse me, Miss Rukia?" A slightly mousy looking Squad Thirteen Comrade spoke up.

"You will address me as Comrade Rukia, Miss is a bourgeois traditionalist mode of address that forms part of the language of both women's and workers oppression."

"Sorry Comrade Rukia. I was just wondering, well…"

"Spit it out, what is it Comrade…?"

"Sato, Comrade Rukia. It's just I thought we were here to plan our attack on the oppressive fascist military regime that the Seireitei currently operates under, I mean in the grand scheme of things isn't the logo sort of… irrelevant."

"Ah, while that may on the surface appear to be the case, images and symbols are a vital part of the revolutionary effort, until we have a symbol to unite us and demonstrate our principles we cannot move forward into more practical matters. When we strike at the heart of the imperialist oppressors we want them to know who we are." Comrade Rukia explained, with the kind of intense fervour that makes people back away slowly from missionaries. No one wants to mess with that sort of tone.

"Oh, ok then." Comrade Sato decided it wasn't worth pushing it.

"Now back to the matter at hand. Any nominations."

Several hours, a number of heated rows, six bloodied noses, and three outraged walkouts later, a decision was finally reached. Despite Comrade Rukia's aggressive lobbying for a picture of Chappy the rabbit decked out in guerrilla gear, they eventually agreed on a red star and a sword as a compromise nearly everyone was happy with. That decided, together with a note to commission some stencils from the propaganda wizards at squad six, they decided to move on to more practical plans.

"So does anyone have any suggestions on what our first act of war against our oppressors should be?"

"We could occupy squad one?"

"Occupations don't send a strong enough message, we need to prove that we are not to be trifled with, we should blow up squad one."

"I dunno, the Head Captain hangs around in Squad One."

"Exactly, we should strike right at the heart of our oppressors."

"Yeah but going up against the Head Captain this soon might be biting off more than we can chew. I'm thinking we should start smaller work our way up."

"Good point. Does anyone have any suggestions?"

"Central 46 is only under minimal guard at the moment. The Captain keeps pulling the soldiers off duty there to strengthen the lines around squads four and twelve, he says that since it's empty anyway there's not much point wasting excessive manpower guarding it."

"How do you know that."

"Um I'm in Squad one. I had to sneak away to get to this meeting. I thought about just defecting, but I'm in charge of the filing so I have access to useful information that I didn't want to compromise."

"Excellent. Stick with it Comrade. The movement needs people with your courage."

"You know bombing central 46 might just work. It's a major symbol of the old regime, destroying it would definitely cause a stir, and if it really is under minimal guard then it should be an easy target." Comrade Rika interjected. There was a general rumble of approval. After a certain amount of discussion Comrade Chairwoman Rukia decided to call a vote.

It was at that point that Ichigo stuck his head 'round the closet door.

"Hey, I know you said you didn't want to be interrupted, but Yuzu's been baking, and she kinda needs to get rid of the evidence before our dad gets home so she told me to ask you if anyone's interested in a space cake." After a number of party members indicated that they would indeed be amenable to a slice of space cake, the cake was handed around. After Ichigo left, the vote was held and turned out overwhelmingly in favour of the attack. It was decided that their squad twelve members would use their technical expertise to create a bomb, and then, while squad thirteen created a diversion, the handful of defectors they had recruited from squad two would sneak the bomb in past the guards. The bomb would then be detonated remotely, striking a blow against a symbol of militaristic fascist imperialist oppression, and there would then be much partying and drinks all around for a job well done. Foolproof.

It was shortly after the plan was finished that the cake started to kick in, it was good. A motion was tabled and passed unanimously to make Yuzu Kurosaki the official caterer for all future meetings, which was itself followed by a vote in favour of wrapping up the meeting and going for pizza.

"Meeting adjourned. I expect you all to be here at the same time next week, with a contribution towards catering costs." Grand High Chairwoman Co-ordinator Rukia declared. "Viva la revolucion!"