Yachiru walked out of her squad dojo later in the day. It had been a long time since she attended the Shinigami Women's Association meeting. She felt a little giddy, meeting with all the faces she hadn't seen in years.

The hallways were oddly silent in her division, but she wasn't paying much attention to the atmosphere. Once she turned into one of the main corridors though, she noticed a large crowd of guys at one end. They were making a racket since they were obviously waiting for something. Too bad her curiosity would have to be assuaged another day. Turning on her heel, she bumped hard into someone.

"A-a-am sorry," she said apologetically, picking up the paper work she had knocked out of her poor victim's fingers. She looked up into the face a young man, whom she recognized from the name tag on his sleeve being from the fourth division. She handed over his paperwork back at him, but instead of taking them like any normal person would, he pointed frantically at her and started yelling: "Here she is! YOU GUY'S SHE'S RIGHT HERE!"

The moment the large crowd of guys spotted them, like bloodhounds caught on the scent of a kill, they bounded after them eagerly. Yachiru quickly got over her confusion and grabbed the fourth squader by the front of his robes.

"Why did you call them? Why are they after me?"

He gave her a small sheepish smile before replying, "There was word of a hot new babe in the 11th squad and were waiting to get first dibbs on…on…you." She didn't get a chance to grill him some more. Shunpoeing like her life depended on it; she looked for a route of escape. It took her a good while before she could shake off her pursuers and run into her meeting.

At the S.W.A meeting…

There was an abrupt silence the moment Yachiru run through the door and closed it with a big bang; leaning on it and breathing like she'd just run a marathon. Matsumoto was the first to recover from her surprise. Walking over to the young woman, she gave a killer hug while she squealed, "Hai Yachiru-san! It's so good to see you! I heard that you'd come back!"

Yachiru would have been surprised by that… if she wasn't being slowly smothered to death by her big breasts.

"Matsumoto-sama," Nemu said softly, "you're choking her you know."

Matsumoto let her go and gave her an unapologetic grin. "Sorry."

Everything went smoothly after that. As everyone was welcoming her back, and in the ensuing commotion, Matsumoto managed to pull two bottles of sake from her breasts while calling out for a celebration. Isane, slightly alarmed by the sight asked, "H-h-how did you do that?" Matsumoto gave her a sly grin before saying; "It's a trade secret. I could show you some time since your boobs look like they could hold a couple of bottles."

"Raingiku!", Nanao hissed from across the table they were seated at. "Keep your lewd ideas to yourself."

Matsumoto huffed. "WHAT? It wasn't my fault. Isane asked!" Isane quickly turned a vivid shade of red and refused to say anything more; hiding behind her pretty fingers in embarrassment.

"Why don't we have a party?", someone suggested, "you know, for Yachiru's return?"

Everyone quickly warmed up to the idea. It had been a long time since they had cut loose for a change, so a party sounded pretty good.

"Fine, since we have enough funds in or account, we can have a party in the next two days." Swinging down the president's gavel in her hand. Another bright bulb suggested, "Why don't we re-elect Yachiru to be president since she's back?" Nanao had taken over as president while Nemu was appointed as vice-president during her deployment to the REAL WORD. Yachiru quickly objected (much to their relief), she had her hands full; she claimed. Besides, they looked better suited for the job.

By the end of the day, she chilled out by her squad's dojo, watching the sunset over the training grounds. Her mind begun to wander…

She knew she was going against regulation by putting off his soul burial, but his fear-stricken eyes squashed the will right out of her. She let him roam around for as long as she could before she couldn't ignore it any longer. A decision she came to regret dearly ever since.

"W-A-A-A-A-!", Kenchi screamed in gut-wrenching terror as the hollow's long tentacled arms grabbed him by the leg and hoisted him ten feet off the concrete ground. Yachiru scowled and unsheathed her sword, ready to slice off those arms at the ready. The sick looking hollow gave a hideous laugh.

"Today must be my lucky day! I come here looking for a soul, and what do I get? A Shinigami!"

It gave another triumphant scream and dangled the boy closer to one of its many serpentine heads. Jaws held wide to display a myriad of needle sharp teeth.

"Let him go and I'll give you a swift death," she warned. Her hands clutching her sword so tight her knuckles had turned white. The hollow gave a mocking snort before replying: "Why don't you come over here and make me. Your arrogance will be the death of you girl."

She came back to reality with a sharp jolt when she heard Zaraki's heavy footsteps walk on from behind her.

"Where did everyone go?" She questioned him the moment he came into view.

"Eh, the guys went out to drink a while ago, but seeing you here moping on your own has got me wondering if your ready for this or not." She knew he was referring to her self made tournament with Koru, which, she admitted, had thought up in the heat of the moment.

"Are you genuinely doubting my skills? Or do just want to test my strength by having a fight and getting a kick out of it?"

He gave her a wide grin that was all the answer she needed.

They walked over to the grounds and drew out their swords. "I'll give you a free shot anywhere you want," he told her cheerfully, sticking out his great muscular chest.

She sighed, "I'll definitely cut you up that way."

Give your best shot, he bragged, not changing his stance. She shrugged her shoulders. "Fine. It's your funeral."

Swiftly, she took a flash-step toward him and gave him a straight slash toward his shoulder. At first, it didn't look like she'd made any physical impact, and the 11th squad captain thought so too.

Zaraki let out a roar of laughter. "That move of yours has barely made any damage," but at that moment, as he raised his left arm, a great gush of blood flew out of his shoulder and sprayed the side of his cheek in a gory show. The blow she'd given in went in pretty deep. He laughed again when she gave him a questioning smirk.

"O.K so you caught my bluff, but this where all the fun starts.

Two hours later.

Zaraki eyed his haori with disinterest. That old fart would be on his neck again. The white cloth was in near shreds, great dollops of blood coated it everywhere. The thing looked good on him for once, but he didn't think the captain-commander would appreciate his sense of fashion.

Yachiru's clothes were in a marginally better condition. [At least they weren't in rags.] But she too was covered in a good amount of blood. Sheathing his sword, he flashed her a wicked grin. "I'll admit, you've got skill. I didn't think you'd last this long, heck, you're even better than Ikkaku."

She glanced at her clothes, figuring the first thing on her to-do- list was to have a bath.

"Am heading out for the night," she said as she walked away, "and you should stay out of trouble. I know how you get when you're all pumped up." and with that, she left.

It didn't take long for some of the drinking party to come back from their drinking party to come back from their spree, among them was Yumichika and Ikkaku. When they found their taichou in his rather cut-up state, they were all in awe. Whoa, who'd he fight?

Curious Yumichika asked, "Ne, taichou, who'd you go up against?" Zaraki was in no mood to talk. "If you really wanna know, you can fight it out of me."

Alarmed, Yumichika backed away from his captain. "Ah, no thanks!" he sputtered and disappeared as suddenly as he had come. With Zaraki's happy mood, and the tattered state of his clothes who knew if he would ever come out alive if Yumichika took him up on his offer.

And that's the end of chapter 4, sorry I took so long, but my adapter got fried, and broke school leaver that I am, had to wait for my mom to buy one. I hope I did it justice since I wrote it up ages ago and am just now tweaking it, was seriously considering making it a double chappie but I don't have the time, sorry. Kinda disappointed now that only two people have reacted to the last chappie but it's ok. If it wasn't for my lovely reviewer: Kitten, I would have taken a very long hiatus myself. Maybe permanent... but hey! Am still here! Special BIG thanks to all my reviewers and all those who favourited this or added this to their story alerts. I swear I'll dedicate the next chapter to you guys by name. So, please, review, even if it's to say my story sucks or something. Creative critism is always appreciated and, oh, before I forget, I don't own bleach 'cept this story. Ps: More reviews, faster updates. Happy New Year everybody!

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