Welcome everyone!

Now, I read an amazing story a few days back and while it only has a couple of chapters, I must suggest it to you, my precious readers. It has a beautiful OC, a wonderful, easy writing style and a great portrayal of our favorite white-haired Captain!

So, I would recommend: Paper Tiger by Punk-Shinji to all you Tōshirō lovers :)

Also, something else, I've started taking 'Imagine' requests. So, if anyone is interested, they may PM me with something that they wish me to write :) It doesn't have to be Bleach, either.

OCs appearing:

Kobashigawa Hinagiku

Kida Rini

Matsushita Koichi

Tsutsui Tomoka

Uchida

Couple of unnamed 11th Division members

I give you yet another poem that I like:

You are my favourite

paradox.

because you bring both

tears of complete anger and

sadness to my eyes, yet you are

the same person who's there

to wipe them off.

because you bring both

rain to my weather, and the

sunshine which forms a

beautiful rainbow at the end

of it all.

and because no one can make

me feel as small, and

no one can make me feel

as big, as You.

-Julie Martinez

Chapter 11: Tournament I: Panic

It is dark. But, it isn't unbearable any longer. I don't care if I can't see. I don't have to see.

Because I can hear.

Finally, I can hear. I hear her voice, talking to me. I can hear it when she speaks to others. I can hear them. I can hear. I'm awake. I'm alive. I exist.

I like to sit there, in the dark, my fingers always folding. Crane. Crane. Crane. Dove. Dragon. Crane. Crane. Crane. And I listen. The birds are singing. People are talking. Wind is rushing. Blades are clashing.

Soon.

The day of the Tournament came like a storm.

Hinagiku was caught quite unprepared by the sheer chaos of it, and the amount of hours and careful planning which she had put into the preparation, not to mention the self-given pep talks, now seemed like a distant memory. Her mind was blank and everyone wanted something. Usually, that something was quite silly.

She had the urge to simply scream.

Rini was a Godsend, helping her out with anything and everything and really, taking much more than her own share on her shoulders. Hinagiku had thought she knew their 15th Seat quite well, but she had discovered a new side to the loud woman that day. Rini could be positively tyrannical, if needed. And she didn't lose her head.

Unlike Hinagiku.

And that was just how her friend had found her.

"Hina?" Rini looked around the tents which had been set up in a circular, perfectly mapped out, area on one side of the training grounds of the 13th Division. It reminded the 15th Seat of the military camps from one of the books which she'd gotten from Gense. There was a tent for everything from medical to food, and she'd even stumbled upon one inside which was a man doing a rather extravagant tattoo on a member of her own Division. "I don't even want to know." She'd told him once the man had scrambled to get up and collect himself, closing the shihakushō so that his lack of undergarments weren't exposed anymore.

"Kobashigawa allowe-" The man began, but Rini's hand just shot up again, this time successfully making him silent.

"I really don't want to know." Said the 15th Seat, her tone telling the unfortunate Shinigami that she knew that Hinagiku had definitely not approved a tattoo parlor for the tournament. "Where's Hinagiku?"

"She was here moments ago, Ma'am." Said the man, nervously tying the knot of his shihakushō. "Went towards the right." Rini nodded with another fleeting look towards the warrior's inner thigh, where she'd spotted a large face of their Captain appearing in permanent ink, before leaving the tent, shaking her head.

"Got some ink done, Kida?" Rini met their 7th Seat's amber eyes dead on, glaring. He put his hands up in a defensive motion, but couldn't help a snicker. "Meant no offence, I promise."

"Have you seen Hina?" Rini asked, grabbing his kosode sleeve so that he couldn't escape while she looked around, searching for the small girl.

"Sure." The voice was a bit too close for her comfort and she looked back at Koichi, only to find him a mere breath away from her face. "I bet that it's a butterfly above your arse or something." He grinned wolfishly down at her and Rini felt her face heat up. She didn't even think before she kneed him in the stomach, making him bend over. After that, she delivered the final blow, a slap to the back of his head, before leaving towards the right.

"Useless." She commented. "Who would tattoo a butterfly above their butt anyways?" Rini tossed a look up, noting the general time from the sun's position. She really needed to find Hinagiku. After all, they had mere hours before the tournament applicants would begin arriving. The cloth flap of one of the tents in front of her opened and their 5th Seat exited, fanning himself with a brochure of some sort. Or, was it a map? She didn't really care. However, Yumichika caught her eyes and his frown became a relieved groan.

"Good, you're here." He said offhandedly. "Go deal with Paper. She looks ready to throw her breakfast all over the floor." And he wrinkled his nose in distaste, murmuring something about stinky vomit in sweat-smelling tents before heading suspiciously in the direction of the tents where the food was.

Rini frowned once more, before extending her arm blindly and catching one of their greenhorns who was running around like a headless fly. "You. Go get me some mint tea and bring it here." After he nodded enthusiastically, she added. "Sweet." And then turned him towards the food stalls, finally releasing the hold on his shihakushō. The poor Shinigami shot off like a rocket on a mission.

Rini pulled the flap of the tent to the side, entering the stuffy interior. It was dim lit with a single opening on the top, which was also the only source of air. She could immediately see why Yumichika had hightailed out of there with a frown on his face. The whole tent smelled of sweaty men, who had undoubtedly spent some time in there, changing or resting. In this heat, Rini didn't blame them for wanting to get out of the sun, even if to enter a stuffy tent.

She easily spotted Hinagiku, as the small Shinigami was crouched next to the only table in the room, murmuring something to herself and shuffling papers. Truly, she lived up to her popular nickname, smiled the 15th Seat and headed over to the girl.

"Hey." She called out, jumping a bit to sit on the table. Hinagiku's violet eyes connected to Rini's, wide and panicked. She looked ready to hurl. Rini flinched at the though.

"Kida-dono." And, apparently, she'd regressed back to her old ways of extreme politeness. "It seems that I'm unsuited for orchestrating an event on this scale, after all. If you could-" Rini's foot came down from her position on the table, slamming into the shorter girls head. She didn't even block it.

The papers from Hinagiku's hands flew in every direction and she remained on the floor, sprawled like a starfish, where Rini's kick had landed her. The 15th Seat let out a small sound of displeasure, a click of her tongue in the back of her throat and hopped off the table, reaching down. She grabbed the back of her friend's shihakushō and pulled her up by the collar effortlessly. Hinagiku didn't even protest, she just hung there, looking pathetic.

"Awake yet?" Rini asked and was met with silence. She made another noise in the back of her throat and then shrugged. The woman swung her head forward, head-butting her target easily. She pulled back a bit, seeing the way a red mark appeared on the girl's delicate skin right away. "Awake yet?" She repeated and pulled her head back once again. Hinagiku's eyes met hers, wide and a little glassy from unshed tears.

"I'm awake!" The girl squeaked and Rini let go of her shihakushō. Hinagiku landed on her feet, a little unsteady, but seemingly much more aware of her surroundings.

"Alright." The 15th Seat nodded and then grabbed the hilt of her Zanpakutō. "Think fast!"

It all happened in a flash. Rini's katana, a slick blade, with a maroon and black tsuka, slid effortlessly out of the sheath at her waist. Hinagiku didn't block the first blow. In fact, she barely registered it and dodged it only thanks to her reflexes. Obviously, her everyday training with their 3rd Seat was paying off, despite the fact that she could hardly keep up with him, even in a group of three.

She heard the blade swish through the air, right next to her ear. It was a real wakeup call and Hinagiku felt the world around her come into focus. Her mind went blank. Completely. She forgot about the tournament. She forgot about Hideki. She forgot about her Grandmother. She forgot about snooping on Captain Hitsugaya's watch. She forgot.

The second swipe of Rini's sword became slow, deliberate, like she was going easy on Hinagiku. The petite Shinigami grit her teeth and her right hand gripped her Asauchi at her hip, tight, feeling the daisy pattern on the tsuka. As soon as the attacking katana was in range, she drew.

Iai: One slice!

Her mind was calm.

Rini pulled back due to the force of the blow, but turned in a circle, using it to her advantage. With her next attack, she had Hinagiku flying through the side of the tent, ripping the material in the process. But, the 15th Seat wouldn't be deterred, she followed through. Rini swiftly jumped through the hole in the fabric, giving chase after her prey.

"Don't run, Hinagiku!" The petite officer had just enough time to turn around, her eyes wide in shock, before her superior was on her, sending them both to the ground. The clean battle of swordswomen quickly turned into a heated struggle on the grass as both tried to flip the other over, thus gaining the upper hand. Their blades lay forgotten a little ways off, and Yumichika, who'd been standing nearby and drinking sake, picked them up delicately, shaking his head at the sight.

A crowd had gathered quickly, most of the spectators from the 11th Division, yet, there were a few volunteers there as well. The 5th Seat pulled back a little, shaking his head. He didn't want to get his shihakushō dirty. After all, he had washed and pressed it carefully for the opening speech of the tournament. He would be checking in the participants as well. He needed to look his best.

"What's going on there?" Ikkaku's familiar voice came from behind Yumichika and the 3rd Seat stepped next to him, tilting his head in different directions in an attempt to get a better look at the pair on the floor. "Who's fighting?"

"Kida and Paper and solving some tension, I suppose." Yumichika supplied helpfully. "Uchida is taking bets over there. You could get in on the action." Ikkaku's smirk widened as he calculated the information in his head and he hurriedly pulled out his bag of coins from the inside of his shihakushō. Yumichika watched his subordinate and old friend push through the yelling and cheering crowd, placing a handful of coins into Uchida's hands.

"3rd Seat Madarame!" The unseated officer exclaimed, obviously terrified. "I-I-"

"I'm betting here, Uchida. Not arresting you." Ikkaku cut him off, causing the man to eagerly nod.

"Who are you betting on, sir?" He asked, counting the money.

"Me."

All Hell broke loose.

"-four tents, three stalls, ten tables, fifteen chairs, an antique set of teacups, ten bowls of ramen and six of udon. Not to mention the two broken legs, numerous concussions, at least a dozen broken fingers and even an abdominal stab wound!" Hinagiku cringed as the list went on. "Wow! You've outdone yourself, Kobashigawa!"

"It wasn't my fault!" The girl defended, which only caused her superior to laugh.

"It kinda was." Koichi said, still chuckling.

"It definitely was." Their 5th Seat's voice spoke. Captain Zaraki had entered the tent, Yumichika and Ikkaku following him. Their 3rd Seat sported a bandage around his head now, where a stray blade had managed to slice his skin during the all-out brawl. After him joining in, no other member of the battle-thirsty Division had held back and the small group of Shinigami, all while exchanging blows in every way, had totaled at least one 10th of the camp.

"Forgive me, Zaraki-dono." Hinagiku stood, much to the fumbling displeasure of the 4th Division member who was attempting to treat the cut on her arm, and bowed low. The high ranked officers exchanged glances for a moment, while the Captain stared down the small Shinigami, his face not betraying anything.

"I can't believe you started a brawl, Paper." He finally said. But, before she could apologize again, he continued. "You should've waited for me to get here, at least."

A single Shinigami stood in the middle of the mess created mere minutes ago, tents strewn everywhere, stalls broken, officers moaning on the floor in pain, being tended to by the 4th Division. The youth looked around, but he couldn't find the familiar redheaded woman who'd given him a task. He looked down to the mint tea in his hands, before raising it to his lips and taking a sip. Despite the summer heat, the liquid calmed his nerves and he thanked the 15th Seat in his mind quietly.

Hinagiku straightened her shihakushō for the nth time, even though it was immaculate. She had had to Shunpo her way back to the barracks, along with Rini and a number of other members of their Division. By the time she had gotten back to the camp in the 13th Division, the sign-ins were on the way already.

The whole area was bursting with activity. Hinagiku had done a quick check, flash stepping from one stall to the other tent, taking notes on her clipboard of who had taken the first shift and how well they were doing. It was all going as smoothly as one could expect a large scale fighting festival to be going.

Luckily, after Rini's small intervention, Hinagiku's head had cleared. Now, she knew that all she needed to do was follow the careful and detailed plan which she'd been writing out for at least a month and despite the occasional small panic attack, she would be fine. Rini had checked on her a couple of times in between of controlling the setting up of the arena and the bleachers. The 15th Seat was still worried, Hinagiku could tell.

But, by the time the opening ceremony started, a short speech from their high ranked officer, Ayasegawa Yumichika, and a staged duel between their Captain and their 3rd Seat, Hinagiku had become a ruthless machine. She was barking orders left and right, using Shunpo to get around the camp easily, and keeping everything that was happening inside of her head.

"Kobashigawa!" Koichi stopped the girl just before she flesh stepped away, eager to get to the other side of the bleachers with the list of participants that would be battling it out in the arena later. Most of the Shin'ō graduates had answered their invitations and would be participating in the fighting.

"Matsushita-dono." Hinagiku greeted with a nod instead of her usual, polite bow. They were both in a hurry. "How may I help you?"

"Ikkaku is causing trouble again, do you think you could?" Koichi saw her grit her teeth in anger. "They're in the 3rd Sector." She handed him the papers from her hands wordlessly and gave him another nod before vanishing with a Shunpo. The 7th Seat chuckled as he read the information on the clipboard and then disappeared as well, heading towards the other side of the arena.

Tōshirō Hitsugaya raked his hand through his hair, completely messing it up. It wasn't like it was listening to him anyways. With the extreme heat, which was making him unbelievably moody, the gel that he usually used didn't do much to keep it out of his eyes. His bangs had fallen onto his forehead at least a dozen times in the last ten minutes, and he was seriously considering a haircut.

The young Captain hurriedly signed the report, not really reading it. He only noticed that it was from the 11th Division. If it was from there, he figured that everything was in order. He simply couldn't imagine Hinagiku not making sure that everything was immaculate. In fact, he could almost imagine her freaking out over a simple mistake, just how she had had a small panic attack a few days back, during his little hunt for proper paperwork. That girl is going to work herself to the grave. Tōshirō chuckled at the irony of his thoughts.

"Tsutsui Tomoka, 8th Seat, requesting entrance!" A voice said from just outside his door and Tōshirō quickly slicked back his hair with his hands, in a futile attempt to tame it.

"Enter!" His voice betrayed nothing. The door slid to the side and the young woman gave a bow before entering. Tōshirō's eyes followed her as she carefully deposited some work onto his Lieutenant's, quite commonly vacant, desk. Then the Shinigami turned to him and seemed to think for a bit before speaking again.

"May I speak freely, taicho?" She asked and when she received a nod she took a small step forward. Tōshirō took in the way her posture relaxed a bit, yet her eyes darted to the side. She was nervous. Then again, it wasn't as bad as it used to be. He remembered the girl, Tsutsui Tomoka, from when he'd been a 3rd Seat. He remembered the number of missions which he had attempted to assign her to and been denied permission. "I was wondering if I could attend the tournament of the 11th Division?" Tōshirō's mood worsened in a second. She hadn't been the first to ask. She must've noticed the drop in the temperature of the room and the slight rise in his reiatsu due to his anger as she hurriedly added. "I've finished my work for the day, of course."

"Go." Tōshirō didn't bother to hide the bite from his tone. It was positively icy. The noblewoman in front of him flinched, one of her eyes closing at the sheer venom in his tone and she absentmindedly rubbed her upper arms. He forced himself to calm his anger, lowering his reiatsu and allowing the room temperature to rise back up. Tōshirō picked up the next report and started working again, reading the same line over and over again, hoping that his mind and eyes would connect to each other already.

"Taicho?" He fixed the girl with an icy stare, an ability which he was quite proud of and she stepped back once again. "Would you like to join me?"

"Excuse me?" She stood her ground this time, despite the icy tone, and Tōshirō filed away a newfound respect for the usually overly bubbly and generally annoying woman. He remembered her, after all. Tsutsui Tomoka had never been one to be ignored. She had been in her last year of the Shin'ō Academy when he had started his first. She had led his fan club singlehandedly. With dignity befitting her status, of course. Blood status. How he despised that.

"Well-" She trailed off, suddenly finding the ground rather fascinating. "Most of our Seated officers are already at the tournament camp, either participating or watching. The rest are rather miserable, sir. They all want to watch the 11th Division battle it out at the arena."

"And my going has what to do with it?"

"It would allow them to watch as well, sir. It would be great support for the Division." She looked up then, locking eyes with him. Admirable, Tōshirō noted. "You're always speaking of making this Division a family, sir. Of making us happy. All of us want to watch the tournament. Wouldn't that be good bonding?"

"And the work?" Tōshirō raised his eyebrow at her. While he liked the determination which had taken over his usually meek 8th Seat's face, he didn't like that it was directed at him. He was her Captain, for Soul King's sake.

"Most of it has been done, sir. But, what we haven't finished, we will as soon as the tournament is over."

"So, in other words, you want me to pause all new missions until the end of the tournament?" He lowered the report back on its pile of unread papers, propping his head up with one hand, elbow on the desk.

"Yes, taicho." You could hear a fly buzzing in the room.

"Alright." Tōshirō sighed out and stood. He took his Zanpakutō from the back of his chair and strapped it to his back in one fluid motion. When he turned around, Tsutsui was still there, looking at him in shock. "Did you think that I wasn't interested in the battles?" That shook her from her frozen state.

"No, sir. I just thought- well- that you wouldn't enjoy watching them."

"And you came to ask me anyway?" The unlikely duo left the office, heading down the corridor. Tōshirō noted the way she carefully walked a couple of steps behind him, respectful of his rank and gender. Even if he wasn't a noble himself, he was aware of some of their customs and etiquette. He was instantly reminded of Hinagiku. Well, she is a Kobashigawa. Estranged or not, she had to receive some training on proper etiquette for noblewomen.

"I want to believe in the 10th Division that you speak of, sir." Tsutsui told him and he stopped for a moment, turning to look at her.

"So do I." Tōshirō told her with a small smile and noted the way that she looked positively shocked, her pale face reddening.

He had never seen her blush before.

Hinagiku had thought that she would be able to breathe after the first round started. Obviously, she had been very, very wrong.

The mess simply seemed to escalate during the tournament. No, nothing big like you're imagining right now. There surely wasn't an invasion of Hollow or a crash of a meteor. No. Rather, it was the little things. And Hinagiku, being Hinagiku, the infamous Paper pusher of the 11th Division, would've preferred an unexpected meteor crash over those little things.

After the first brawl, Ikkaku had started three more, making her the absolute bad guy and killjoy of the Division, as she had broken all of them up with a few well-aimed Bakudō spells. The 3rd Seat had calmed down a bit after his staged duel with the Captain, though, where their leader had demonstrated his power by effortlessly knocking out the poor bald Shinigami, much to Hinagiku's delight. One couldn't cause trouble if one was unconscious.

But, Ikkaku hadn't been her only problem. It was the Captain of the 6th Division, Kuchiki Byakuya, whom she had cursed at least ten times in her head since the beginning of the tournament. She had politely requested of him to be a referee, due to both his power, in case they needed to stop the match, and battle expertise, and he had confirmed his presence for the duration of the first day of the battles. Yet, she hadn't managed to find him. Anywhere. In the end, just as she was giving up hope, Koichi had grabbed the 6th Division's Lieutenant, who had been snacking in the food section of the camp, and dragged the poor Shinigami to the girl. It was Abarai Renji, after he'd been given a couple of tissues to wipe all the takoyaki sauce from his mouth, that had joined Captain Ukitake of the 13th Division and Captain Kyōraku of the 8th Division in the VIP section, much to Hinagiku's relief and his own panic.

Rini had managed to set up the sound system which the 12th Division had lent them properly, due to her previous position in said squad. The large speakers and the microphone were positioned around the arena, so that the commentator's voice could be heard from every position. Of course, their Lieutenant had been testing it out the whole morning, and Hinagiku swore that if she heard one more song about flowers and animals, twisted into a bloody fairytale by the young girl, she would destroy the speakers, her working relation with Tsubokura Rin be damned. Then again, she could also invest in some earplugs.

"That is Nakajima Shin, right there, ladies and gents!" Koichi's voice came from the loudspeakers as he gleefully relayed the details of the all-out brawl in the arena below. By the cheers, he had been a great choice. His charismatic way of relaying the match along with the offhanded comments full of trivia or personal information kept the crowd yelling like mad. "Now, do remember, that would've been a fatal shot had blades been allowed! He will be one mean officer as soon as he picks his Division! What do you say Ukitake-taicho?"

"His Kenjutsu is superb, Koichi-kun." Agreed the white haired man, looking a tad uncomfortable with the attention. He was smiling a bit, as always, and Hinagiku couldn't help but mirror the gesture from her spot on the bleachers. "But look at that teamwork on the north of the arena." And Koichi informed the crowd quickly of the names and stats of the group which had banded together, fighting against the numerous opponents. Hinagiku gave a small nod to herself and quickly wrote down a note on her board before turning around and leaving the bleachers.

She didn't notice a familiar head of white hair appearing almost opposite of her, all the way at the top of the numerous rows of seats.

That's all folks!

I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, as you can probably tell, and I had a blast planning the whole tournament! I hope that you guys will enjoy the originality :)

Also, great job Aowenn for noticing my reference to Diamond Dust Rebellion in the last chapter!

Onto the reviews:

Girl-luvs-manga:

I'm really glad that you liked the POV switch :D I got really stuck there and then just decided to switch the POVs a bit xD

As for Byakuya enjoying to see his subordinates squirm? I love the idea, in all honesty xD I think that he's a bit of a sadist on the side… you know, obsessed with status xD

Iforth:

Indeed, it's her Zanpakutō in the beginning :) I hope that you're enjoying it :D

Aowenn:

Omg, thank you for that review! I love long reviews :)

There will be even more Zanpakutō stuff in the future chapters, I promise :D Where Daisy is from? It's actually her name :P Hinagiku means Daisy :D The detail on the Zanpakutō is only to show just how important her name is.

I'm sooo happy that you liked the change of POV! I usually have trouble with character like our dear Tōshirō, but strangely, I enjoyed writing him… I'm also very happy that you liked my portrayal of him.. Though, he will be a little different in the future, as I continue to explore his character.. Oh, he doesn't like the whole 'nobles' thing very much, so her politeness gets on his nerves. I can't promise anything about being less stiff, though ;) Hahahahahaha Hinagiku will have to give up some that control which she oh so likes, though

Yessss! I felt like I needed to elaborate more on his interest in her and how her Grandmother is tied to him, so I hoped that those little details patched that hole up :) I couldn't resist throwing in a little from the movies, either. It is, indeed, Diamond Dust Rebellion which I was referencing. They are all cannon, so I figured that I could indulge a bit xD

I can't tell you how good it felt to finally show a different side of Hina, even if she was breaking the law and snooping… And on poor unsuspecting Tōshirō's watch, too! She was originally meant to have a more mischievous personality, but then I decided to change it. My first draft of Hina reminded me a little too much of Matsumoto xD And, I really wanted to make her very different from all the cannons that are popularly paired with Tōshirō (Karin, Momo and Matsumoto)

About the reviewing from the end, that's completely normal. You remember the ending best, since it is the freshest in your mind, so, naturally, you will start from there :D I do it, too xD

I will definitely read your story then.. Can't promise when as I'm currently going through a rather obsessive phase with Narnia, or more specifically, Edmund Pevensie xD Seriously, in the movies… He is such a babe, even though Skandar Keynes doesn't look anything like I imagined Ed…

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as well :D

Booom BaBy:

Thank you very much! I'll try and keep the updates on a weekly level, as I haven't had much inspiration lately, sorry xD

AnimeQueen99:

Thank you very much! I hope that I won't be too predictable and that you'll enjoy it :D

Extra

"Look, Rukia!" Renji exclaimed, dragging the Shinigami over to the stall. "Takoyaki!" He saw her eyes widen at the sight and drool escape her mouth from the savory smell. "Ten, please." Ordered the Lieutenant, digging through his shihakushō for his money.

"R-Renji!" Rukia said, her wide eyes now going to him. "That's too much!" But they both knew that they could eat not only ten, but twenty of those. At least.

"If you can't eat them, I will." Replied the redhead cheekily and handed the money to the smiling lady behind the stall. She, in return, gave him a small box with the takoyaki balls inside.

"You two have a good date!" She told them as they made to leave, causing both of them to stammer and blush. Renji even chocked a bit on the piece of food which he'd already stuffed into his mouth.

"N-no-er-Ma'am-er-" Rukia's face became a fine, tomato red.

"We-er-aren't-er-" Renji tried, but got no further. Just then, Matsushita Koichi of the 11th Division appeared, grabbing Renji's elbow.

"There you are." Koichi exclaimed with a grin. He placed the takoyaki into Rukia's hands and gripped the confused Lieutenant's elbow in a tight grip with a practiced, tight smile. "I'll have to borrow him, sorry." He told the girl and then the two men vanished in a quick Shunpo. Rukia stood there in shock for a second, holding the large number of takoyaki.

"Oh dear." Exclaimed the stall lady, her hand going to her mouth, covering the knowing smile.

Now, I'm really done xD I hope that Renji and Rukia weren't too OOC :)