Intro: Haven't updated in a while... but got around to it finally! Here it is. Oh yeah! And decided to make this officially a HitsuHina fic, well... with bits of KumatsurouxMatsumoto as well of course.

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach

Kumatsurou and Hinamori were awakened when a messenger came to the 5th Division Office. "Hitsugaya-taichou! Hinamori-fukutaichou! Yamamoto Genryuusai-taichou requests the presence of all captains and vice-captains at the Western Gate of Seireitei immediately." Hinamori and Kumatsurou both hurried to make themselves presentable, and in 10 minutes were making their way to the gate.

"Why do we have to go there Kumatsurou-taichou?" Hinamori walked quickly to keep up with her captain.

"I have no idea Hinamori, but we'll find out soon enough."

In the 10th Division Office, the messenger found Toushirou sitting at a desk, and Matsumoto sleeping on the couch, with the front of her kimono opened a considerable amount. Trying to refrain himself from staring, he delivered the message. "Good, I finally have an excuse to wake that lazy pig up, every person who passed by the room couldn't stop staring… Oi! Matsumoto! Wake up and cover up already, we've got to go see the Commander General!" Matsumoto yawned and got up slowly, and looked down in surprise.

"Oh… how did this get undone? Now I'll have to take it off and do it up again…" Toushirou's neck reddened as he stepped out of the room.

On their way to the gate, Toushirou and Matsumoto met the two top officers of the 5th Division, and they made their way down together, Matsumoto still checking to make sure her kimono was secure.

When they reached the gate, they saw that they appeared to be the last to arrive. Yamamoto glared accusingly at the four of them, and Toushirou uttered a quick apology. "Sorry sir, Matsumoto had a little mishap and needed some extra time to fix herself up." Yamamoto opened his mouth, about to question the late arrival of the 5th Division captain and vice-captain, when the gates opened, and three people stepped inside the walls of Seireitei.

The first was a dark-skinned, long haired female, whose movements were feline. Several people heard Soi Fong curse under her breath as the woman approached the party. Behind her were two males. One had short orange hair, and carried what resembled a large butcher's knife on his back, covered in bandages. The other was dressed casually, with sandals and an ugly pinstriped hat to match.

"What are the other two doing here, Yoruichi? I was under the impression that YOU were the one invited to return."

The cat-woman didn't bat an eyelid as she purred. "Don't worry your head over it Yamamoto-san. You said you wanted help with the Bankai training. Urahara's the one who invented the method, and he and Ichigo are the only ones who have ever been able to achieve Bankai successfully using this method. Seemed natural to bring them along…"

Yamamoto remained unmoving. "Kurosaki Ichigo I do not mind, he is a substitute Shinigami for Soul Society, however, I must remind you that Urahara Kisuke has been exiled, and to set foot here means death, for both him and the ones who accompany him."

Yoruichi smiled slyly. "Well then, he'll just leave then, but me and Ichigo here will go with him, then you can go off and wait ten years to train your new little captains Yamamoto."

The great mind of Yamamoto was thinking. Since the Central Government 46 still hadn't been replaced, he was in charge of Soul Society at the present. The other captains felt that it was an easy choice.

None of them should be allowed in. Urahara's been exiled. The kid is a drifter. Yoruichi is just despicable.

Of course they can come. They'd better not start any fights though, the 4th Division's full enough as it is.

The brat is back. Let them in, it doesn't matter, but he makes a move on Rukia and he dies.

Who cares about the exile, its to help the kids train isn't it? Then we can go find Tousen…

Ahhh… let them in, let them in old man Yama, I'd love to invite Yoruichi-san over for a drink or three...

Wow... that Yoruichi chick is hot, let her stay dammit.

Normally I wouldn't care, but Kumatsurou needs the training.

ALRIGHT! Ichigo's back. I'll make sure he stays long enough to fight me.

Urahara… come back and see all my wonderful innovations, so much more incredible than that crap you used to make.

Finally, the old man delivered his decision. "Very well, the exile on Urahara Kisuke will be lifted for now, and should this miracle method of his succeed, it will be lifted permanently." Yoruichi smiled deviously, she had worked her magic wonderfully. Soi Fong marched off. It was too much to bear. She had stayed there for the important parts, and now she was going to get out of here before she lost control of herself.

The next day, many of the residents of Soul Society received a morning wake-up call. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Come back here DAMMIT! We're gonna fight whether you like it or not." Zaraki Kenpachi ran after the screaming Ichigo, while Yachiru sat on her captain's back, screaming as well.

"WHEEE! Ken-chan's gonna fight Icchy again!" Ichigo ran into the courtyard, and Yachiru leapt off her perch and ran to the centre, while Zaraki chased the orange haired teen around and around the perimeter of the courtyard. "Ken-chan! Ken-chan! He's the best! He is gonna kill the rest!" Yachiru screamed happily as she jumped and down. Cheerleading was one of her favourite things to do ever, it was just that she never got much of a chance to do it. "Ken-chan! Ken-chan! Do it now! Kill him quick no matter how!"

That girl is seriously on drugs or something. Ichigo thought as he ran around and around, trying to escape his pursuer. She's even happier than Inoue, and that's impossible. In a desperate attempt to escape, Ichigo vaulted over the wall, while Zaraki rammed straight through it. Yachiru screwed up her face. "Why'd you go running away again? Now I have to chase after you Ken-chan!"

"Ah Kurotsuchi-san! Such interesting technology you've developed in your reign as Head of Institute!" Kurotsuchi smirked as Urahara displayed his reverence at the various things he was seeing in the Institute. His smile drooped slightly at Urahara's next comment. "But, you seem to focus so much on killing people, and mutilating them, don't you Kurotsuchi-san? Such a strange hobby."

"It is not a hobby, you fool! I'm sure you would have realised in your time as chief researcher, it is impossible to conduct research fully without complete analysis of the subject, or in normal terms, cutting them up and putting them through a blender."

"Aiyah Kurotsuchi-san! That's not true, I developed all my projects leaving all my subjects intact, which I can't say for your work, Kurotsuchi-san..."

Kurotsuchi Nemu stood at the door, listening to the two researchers air their views of each other, and their works. Is it just me? Or do both Mayuri-sama and Urahara-san have really strangely high voices for men? Is it possible that ALL researchers have strange voices? And why does Urahara-san use Mayuri-sama's name all the time? What's wrong with using a pronoun? Her thoughts were cut short by an impatient shout. "Nemu! Get your ugly ass over here!" The girl walked over obligingly. "This, bet you never saw anything like this, did you?"

Urahara sounded bored as he declared, in his sing-song voice, his opinion. "Aiyah… another human experiment? It is pretty well done though, by your standards anyway…"

"WHAT!"

"The faux body technology is of course highly primitive, but the soul, well, I must admit it's quite impressive indeed, far better than the mod souls we created, which were worthless. It's almost… average! Congratulations Kurotsuchi-san!" Mayuri was seething. This… this ass, had the gall to come into the Institute he owned and ran, and tell him that his brilliant work and innovations were primitive?

"So, what have you done that it so great then!" Mayuri shot at the sandal-hat wearing shopkeeper.

"Ah, depends on your definition of 'great', Kurotsuchi-san. By my standards, I would say the three day Bankai training, the faux bodies I produce, and perhaps even the Hougyoku, although it is a dangerous substance. However, by your standards Kurotsuchi-san, there would be…" Nemu walked away, shaking her head as Urahara started going through a long list of complicated inventions and creations that she had never even heard of. When she returned, an hour later, having gone through her father's paperwork for him, Urahara was still prattling on to a very discomforted Mayuri. "And… there's also the funny little rabbit thing I made 20 years ago which walks around by itself! There you have it Kurotsuchi-san, all the things that I've done which would be 'great' in your terms."

As Ichigo ran, he could feel Zaraki gaining on him, even his breath seemed to be getting stronger. He ran into the courtyard again, and started going around and around, much like before. "Ken-chan! Ken-chan! You can do it! When you're done you'll make him… poo it!" She finished with a spectacular jump, somersaulting before landing with her legs spread wide apart. A pair of lowly Shinigami stared at the vice-captain.

"Yusajika-fukutaichou… what are you doing?" The two froze as Yachiru turned to them, glaring.

"Don't. Interrupt. Me. When. I'm. Cheering. For. Ken-chan." Her faced relaxed slightly as she came up with an idea, and an appropriate punishment. "I need pompoms." The two stared at her in disbelief.

"S-s-sorry mam…?"

"Pompoms! You know, things for cheerleaders to wave around!" Without warning, she ran up to the two of them in a flash, and grabbed onto their collars. "I just found myself two beautiful big pompoms!" She screamed happily as she took her place in the centre of the courtyard again. "Ken-chan! Ken-chan! He will bash! Coz Unohana will pay him cash!" As she screamed out her latest encouragement poem, she waved the two unfortunate Shinigami around, bashing them into the floor several times, since they were at least twice her height.

Zaraki stopped his bloodcrazed pursuit for a moment and looked at Yachiru strangely. "Unohana's payin' me nothin'. I'm doin' all her stuff for free you know, then she, eh, pays me back in other ways…" He coughed slightly as he broke off. He looked at Ichigo, who had taken the opportunity to gasp for air and try to catch his breath. "Hey Yachiru, you should cheer for Ichigo a bit, he seems pretty tired…" He turned back to Ichigo. "Ready to start again Ichigo?" He grinned evilly as he said this, and ran after the teenager again.

"Icchy! Icchy! Do your best! Ken-chan's sword will pierce your chest!" Yachiru's two pompoms were starting to bleed quite heavily, but the small vice-captain didn't seem to notice it, in fact, she just kept on flinging them around, cheering alternately for Ichigo and Zaraki. "Icchy! Icchy! You are great! Ken-chan will kill you at this rate! Ken-chan! Ken-chan! He's the man! He'll kill Icchy coz he can!" Yachiru maintained her cheerleading performance, thinking up more and more cheers, which seemed to be getting stranger and stranger by the second.

Yoruichi and Soi Fong were facing each other, each glaring at the other, daring them to start the fight. The tension was intense, it was a battle of wills. "Yoruichi-san! Soi-san!" Urahara sang out, and both the ladies sweatdropped at his oblivious attitude.

"We're in the middle of something Urahara." Yoruichi's voice was sharp, she hoped he'd take the hint and leave them alone.

"Oh? Allow me to help you then!"

"Shut up! You shouldn't be allowed back in, so don't go pushing your luck. I'm not as forgiving as Yamamoto-sama." Soi Fong glared at him, but he didn't back down, it would take a lot more than a stare from an angry woman to make him quiver.

"Ah yes, don't worry about it! You should worry about the two of you! All this tension, it can't be good for the heart. You know what you should do? You should kiss and make up!" Urahara grinned happily as he gave his suggestion. Both Yoruichi and Soi Fong had the same reply. SMACK! Urahara found himself flying backwards and into a wall. Yoruichi brushed herself off.

"Don't ever mention that again Urahara." The idea of kissing Soi Fong made her skin crawl. It was just like Urahara to come with up a sick twisted idea like that.

"We're both leaders of the militia. You expect women of such a position to kiss and let a matter go that easily? That's an insane notion, almost as bad as Kurotsuchi-taichou."

Yoruichi's eyes narrowed. "He's probably worse." Soi stared at the face of Yoruichi once more. So many memories flooded through her, so many emotions. Both she could do without. This was Yoruichi. The one who had betrayed her completely, who had broken her heart, who had shattered all her hopes in one day. But she was also the one she had admired, the one she had worshipped, the one she had idolised. So who is she? Traitor or Idol?

While this silent battle was taking place inside of the usually emotionless 2nd Division captain, Yoruichi looked at her, pityingly. She had always guessed that her actions would have upset the young warrior who had served under her, but she had never known how much it would impact on her. During their previous battle, before Aizen's treachery had been made known, Soi had asked a question. "Yoruichi-sama, why didn't you take me with you?" Yoruichi herself didn't know the answer to that question, but it had plagued her ever since she had returned to the living world. Why hadn't she taken Soi with her? Had it been fear of what might happen? Or had it simply been to keep her out of trouble? Guilt built up inside of her. Maybe I didn't make the right decision back then… "I'm sorry… Soi Fong."

The hard 2nd Division Captain looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. The memories and emotions she still felt when she saw Yoruichi had taken over. This was the person she had admired for years, and sworn to protect no matter what, and 'no matter what' included betrayal. "I'm sorry… Soi Fong" Her voice shook slightly as she replied. "I am too… Yoruichi-sama."

Stuff: Um.. think I was going to write something here... but have forgotten now. So basically.. review please! And thanks to all those wonderful people who have already!

Oh yeah! Just remembered after about 10 minutes of thinking... that ending is kinda weird. It doesn't actually seem to make much sense... sorry. But I was kinda strained for an ending, without starting up something new in this chapter.