Mayuri Kurotsuchi felt a vague sense of excitement pulse through him as he made his way to the main computer room of his Division. The only reason that he could have been called into the office by one of his many peons at this ungodly hour was if a new Hollow had been discovered. After all, he had given orders. He had also made sure that the last person to disregard his orders had become an object lesson to those morons serving under him. The fleeting sense of excitement left him however, when he finally arrived at his destination.

Sliding the doors open, Mayuri was met by a room that was as black as pitch except for the occasional beams of light that would break the endless darkness and instead of being greeted appropriately by his cowed underlings, the clueless idiots were babbling at each other at high speeds and loud volumes.

"Cease this nonsense at once!" Mayuri spat out. Once he was sure that he had everyone's attention re-focused on him only, Mayuri continued. "Now then. I wish to be informed of what exactly I've been called in for and if it had something to do with how you are currently proving my personal hypothesis about how you are all descended from brainless animals to be correct."

There was some shuffling in the darkness before a hapless Shinigami was pushed foward.

"Um, Taicho sir. All departments within the Division were functioning normally until an hour ago, which is the last time anyone can recall any details. Those of us who were in the building all had the same experience. One moment we were going about our duties as assigned, then we all seemed to "wake-up". Only it was an hour later and all the power had been cut to the building, including the auxillary power."

"Yes, very well," Mayuri hissed out in displeasure. "I suppose that I should be here for that. But make no mistake, those who were on duty tonight shall be seeing me for falling asleep and I will be dealing out punishments."

In the end, it took several hours to find the problem, track down and install the neccasary parts, and turn everything back on. Mayuri was just about to step out of the main room when he heard loud exclamations coming from where his subordinates were seated.

"NOW WHAT!" Mayuri yelled as he spun around. He was quite looking foward to retiring to his suite for what was left of his off hours.

"Taicho! My keyboard is failing to enter any input into my screen."

"Same here, Taicho!"

"Mine as well, Taicho!"

The aired filled with several more people asserting the same difficulties.

Holding back a sigh by tightly grinding his teeth together, Mayuri stormed over to the nearest console. It came to light that the keyboards had been rewired to operate different screens than they were placed before. It took another hour to sort out the mess and once again Mayuri made to leave his Division, hoping to at least get in a shower before he was supposed to be on active duty.

He didn't even make it two steps before the voices of his Division were raised yet again. Before the outcry could get out of hand, Mayuri swung his hand through the air in a slashing motion, then pointed at the nearest body.

"T-Taicho, si-sir. It seems th-that what I type is n-not what appears on the screen."

Pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, Mayuri gestured to the female to demonstrate. Removing the hand that was blocking his vision, Mayuri was able to watch the female as she typed in various commands, only to see that the results on the screen were indeed not what she had been typing.

"Is this what is occuring to everyone else? Nod, if so. Raise a hand if not."

Looking around, Mayuri was met by a sea of nodding heads.

After several equipement checks, it was finally determined that the keyboards had simply been reprogramed so that each key now had a different symbol then the one formally assigned to the key. It took two more hours to reprogram and double check all of the keyboards, at which point Mayuri was holding onto his temper with both hands as he made his way to his lab, seeing as it was now time for him to be on duty.

As he made his way to the one place that was guaranteed to start calming him down, Mayuri reflected, not for the first time that night, that his daughter couldn't have had worse timing in being placed on the wounded roster by Unohana-Taicho. Seriously, he could have seen to it that the worthless child was up and functioning.

Mayuri could feel some of his stress evoporate the moment he entered his private domain. Flashing a large, blinding smile at the empty room, Mayuri strode over to his DNA samples. He could barely contain his building excitement at the thought of experimenting on the several new samples he had procured during the recent unpleasantness. Pulling the cabinet doors open, Mayuri was shocked to see that his normally excessively well-organized test tubes and chemicals had been shuffled around. Reaching out a trembling hand, Mayuri carefully lifted one of his test tubes out of the rack it was sitting in. Holding it up to his face, Mayuri released a heartbroken cry as he took note that his carefull, informative label had been painted over with black paint.