OMAKE (Important note at the bottom; please read it!)
"Silence!" Yamamoto's old, wisened voice cried, echoing throughout the Captain's Hall, where they were having a meeting regarding the intruding ryoka. Personally, he really didn't care as long as nobody was permanently injured. He snorted to himself softly. If any of them saw him like this, they would have ridiculed him to death. Yamamoto, that loud-mouth mother hen was now an old and (secretly) lazy man. At least on the surface.
Sighing mentally, he continued on. "This meeting has been called to order!" There were grumbles amongst the Captains, particularly the current 11th Division's Kenpachi, Zaraki Kenpachi, and Kurotsuchi Mayuri of the 12th Division, but nobody complained outright. His old student, Kyoraku Shunsui, merely voiced that they should at least serve sake during the meeting, an opinion that was duly ignored. One by one, they all announced their name and rank, mainly out of tradition.
"Captain of the Second Division, Soifon, is present."
"Maa, Ichimaru Gin of the Third Division, at your service."
"Retsu Unohana of the Fourth Division, present."
"Captain Aizen Sosuke of the Fifth Division, present."
"Kuchiki Byakuya, Sixth Division, present."
"Komamura Sajin of the Seventh Division, is here."
"Still no sake…Kyoraku Shunsui, Eight Division, here."
"Tosen Kaname, Ninth Division, present."
"Hitsugaya Toshiro of Division Ten, present."
"What a waste of time…Zaraki Kenpachi, here, old man."
"I hope this is a quick meeting. I was in the middle of some very important experiments!"
"Ahem, Ukitake Jushiro of the Thirteenth Division, present."
He felt like rolling his eyes at some of the comments, but he needed to keep up appearances. The henge no jutsu he used was strong and had held for the last thousand years, giving him the look of a wise old man. It barely took any reiatsu at all, and considering that he was essentially a walking massive reiatsu bank…
Yamamoto sighed imperceptibly, pushing the stray thoughts from mind. "On the topic of the ryoka, I have received word that they have defeated several seated members, two of them being lieutenants." He slid his eyes over to Soifon, former servant to Shihoin Yoruichi, and Kuchiki Byakuya. At least Soifon had the decency to look ashamed, but Byakuya remained impassive as ever, he noted absently. "They are but mere ryoka, and I will not tolerate anymore laziness in regards to them. Remove them immediately."
"Yes, Sotaicho!" they replied in their own fashions.
All of a sudden, he felt that reiatsu. His eyes, which, from looking in the mirror everyday he knew to be narrow, were currently as wide as possible. "No…" he breathed, gaining the attention of the entire room. "It can't be…"
"Ano…Yamamoto-sotaicho…?" Retsu Unohana asked from her position, concern evident in her voice. "What is it?"
Aizen lifted an eyebrow underneath his glasses, but inwardly, he was worried. This was completely unexpected behavior of the Sotaicho, and if it had him worried, then…
Yamamoto ignored Unohana and stood up in a panic, his eyes searching for something, while internally his senses were going haywire.
And then he heard it; a voice that chilled him to his very core.
"Yama-kuuuun~!"
A massive halberd, one he was very intimately familiar with, sliced through the space he had vacated seconds prior, piercing his Captain's cloak.
"You…!" Yamamoto breathed, while the rest of the Captains, immediately on alert at the attempt on their leader's life, unsheathed their Zanpakuto.
Perched elegantly on top of the massive halberd's handle was a lithe azure-haired girl with what appeared to be cat ears and a cat tail. Except for her light blue shirt, everything else she wore was black. She had a Cheshire grin on her face as she eyed the Captain-Commander.
"Ne, Yama-kun, you're all old and wrinkly!" she exclaimed, giggling like the loon Yamamoto knew she was. "I leave you alone for a few centuries and look what happens!"
Several of the other captains glanced at her in surprise, wondering what she meant by that.
"You'll never take me alive!" Yamamoto screamed, bringing up his Zanpakuto to the fore while startling his subordinates with the fear laced in his voice.
Kenpachi was shivering with excitement at the scene before him. If this little girl had managed to rile up the old man that much, then that meant that she was packing some serious power, which also meant that he would have total fun fighting her.
However, he was severely disappointed when instead of fighting Yamamoto, who was way paler than usual, the girl merely pulled out a scroll and read from it.
"By the order of Namikaze Naruto," she read aloud, ignoring several gasps – and an uncharacteristically near-fangirlish squeal from Unohana – at the rather famous name, "Yamamoto Shigekuni-Genryusai is hereby declared…an idiot." She also ignored the rather large sweatdrops that had developed.
A gloomy atmosphere descended upon the 'old' general. "He said that?" Yamamoto asked despairingly.
Hitsugaya was immediately suspicious, of course. "How can we be sure that that was from the real Namikaze Naruto?" he demanded.
The girl was all smiles. "Because of this!" She threw the scroll straight at Yamamoto's forehead.
As it impacted, a large plume of smoke enveloped him and he heard her voice whisper in his ear, "Kai."
Immediately, he knew was she was doing and what she wanted him to do, so he played along with it.
Komamura and Soifon, on the other hand, were about to go medieval on the girl who dared attack their leader, but they jumped back grudgingly with the others, just in case the smoke was harmful; if they got caught up in it as well, then they would only hinder any attempts at a rescue.
But instead of being injured, the Captains were rewarded with the sight of a much younger man, roughly in his early twenties, with spiky black hair, coughing his lungs out because of the excess of smoke.
All they could do was gape.
"What…what are you…?" Mayuri whispered; his inner scientist was immensely curious as to what she did. Aizen was about to ask the same thing, and all the while, he was inwardly cursing the girl for screwing up his plans.
Once Yamamoto was finished hacking up a lung, in the spirit of entertainment, he demanded, "What did you do to me!"
"Oh, I didn't do anything, Yama-kun~!" she said teasingly. She procured a mirror from…somewhere and flipped it around to face him.
Once Yamamoto looked at his reflection, he made eye contact with her. She nodded imperceptibly.
And then he laughed. He laughed until he felt like his guts were going to spill out. "Leave it to Naruto-sama to do something like this!" he managed to choke out.
Once again, the other Captains were at a loss of what to do. This crazy girl that had shown up had just made their leader look at least fifty times younger.
Shunsui was the first to go. "…I…I think I need some more sake…" he muttered on his way out the door.
IMPORTANT: READ THIS!
As amusing as that was to write, it made me realize that I've kinda lost steam on with this story, as those of you who still follow this could tell. Looking back now, I'm like: "WTF did I really write this? Gah!" To me, this story just started degrading from several chapters in. I see now that I could've done many things a whole lot better. To be honest, sometimes I actually forgot that this was my fic. Between everything I have going on in my life right now, like I said, I sorta just lost interest.
However, before I close the curtains on this fic, I'll just come out and say that I'm open to the idea of rewriting this, and now that summer's coming so is my free time.
So should I rewrite The Break in the Line? And if so, who would you want Naruto's companions to be?
Review or PM your answer (if you want), but if I get no responses, I'm just going to go on with my current project.
Later.