A.N. I am starting to run out of good ideas. If anyone has any, please pm me. Read and review, please! Damn, I sound desperate, don't I? Beta'd by TheCatWithTheHat.

With Ichigo and company...

Before them was possibly the ugliest, most disgusting thing they had ever seen in their lives and/or afterlives. It was a hollow, certainly but...

"Would someone tell me why that hollow is a massive steaming pile of shit?" Kiyone asked, thoroughly nauseated just from the smell of it. Everyone else didn't respond as they tried to hold their breath. Except for Hanataro, who was used to the smell from hours in the sewers.

'Butler' stared at the monstrosity. It was as if the thing wasdesignedfor him to fight! Feeling a bloodlust that had lain dormant for decades, he charged at the hollow head on, spinning his mop in his hand. He took the bucket and emptied the contents, sending a massive wave of dirty water at the shit-hollow. As the unholy substance smashed into it, the acid began to melt his massive form and the motion ground away at him. Soon, he was little more than a pile of dirty water. Using his mop, 'Butler' absorbed the water and twisted it into the bucket. Somehow, a bucket that should only hold two liters of water at most was able to hold an entire lakeof the volatile substance. No one questioned it. Instead, they all stared at Butler in irritation, as the sewer-water had gotten all over them, and now they smelled rather ripe.

Immediately afterwards, Hanataro bought several flowers to try to get everyone to smell better. It did not work.

Kurotsuchi was in his lab, trying to find the exact cause for the insane bloodlust of the 11thDivision. So far, most of the results pointed to a chemical hormone he had made to try and increase aggression, but had chucked out because of side-effects, namely a massive drop in higher mental functions.

Unfortunately, Kurotsuchi was not very careful with how he disposed of his old chemicals. He had thought that was going to come back to bite him someday. He would have to find out how the chemical got in the 11thDivision, and then research the effects. Later though, for now he had to satisfy his necrophilia-I mean, scientific curiosity. The fact that he needed lubricant was in case the machines needed oiling, not for any other reason.

The other members of the 12th Division had long since learned to never go into Kurotsuchi's lab if there was a strange grunting noise coming out.

In the 10thDivision, Hitsugaya was walking to his office to do his paperwork. It wasn't due for a few weeks, but getting it done early showed the other captains that he was very responsible and capable of handling his position. It had nothing to do with any sort of inferiority complex, no matter what Rangiku said.

As he entered his office, he noticed it was unusually crowded. To be specific, all the other captains save Kenpachi and Kurotsuchi were in there, seated in front of the window. Even Yamamoto, who was looking out the window with old-fashioned spectacles. They had moved the couch to face the window as well as brought in other pieces of furniture for their own comfort.

"With all due respect, what exactly are you all doing in my office?" Hitsugaya asked them.

"Hmm? Oh, we're watching the 11th Division to keep track of our bets. We decided that this would be the best place. It has a great view!" Kyoraku informed him before drinking some sake. The other captains nodded in agreement, many eating some snack or another.

"Well, why do you need to all be here? Surely, some of you could go to the 12th Division; they must have just as good a view." Hitsugaya replied. Seriously, it was so crowded in his office, how could he get any work done?

"We could, but honestly, none of us want to be anywhere near that place. Especially if the stories that my officers tell me are true." Ukitake countered.

"Why don't you join us? we all know you don't have any pressing need to do paperwork." Matsumoto invited from the couch, where she was obviously taking the situation as a good excuse to slack off.

Hitsugaya thought about it for a moment. Perhaps this would be a good way to take his mind off Aizen, Momo, and the stresses of being a captain for a little while. He reluctantly accepted, at which Matsumoto grabbed him in a suffocating hug and dragged him over. The other captains just rolled their eyes at the scene.

Over at the 11th Division, things had started to fall into a routine. Yumichika cooks something barely edible, they all fight, throw the corpses over the wall, clean as necessary (Somehow, there had only been twenty-three cleaning related deaths, all because they drank something that anyone with half a brain would know better than to drink) rinse and repeat. Kenpachi had scared someone in the 4th Division into doing the paperwork as he realized that half of his division was illiterate, and the other half was too stupid. Many of the soul reapers had learned that cleaning after their fights was a lot tougher than they thought, and so they spent their days drinking. A lot. Honestly, they hadn't been sober in several days. Which was all fine and good, except some of them were starting to get some strange ideas. One group got so drunk that they started drawing a hentai of Yachiru and- Wait, Kenpachi just killed them. Never mind. But another group had formed a devil-worshiping cult, making a sculpture of corpses in the courtyard and wearing blood as makeup. And some other groups made them seem normal by comparison.

The true extent of the drunken madness would not be seen for some time.