13th Division

Soul Society

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"Hi this is Yoruichi Shihouin, I'm not here right now but if you leave me a message I'll be sure to get back to you right away."

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"Hi you've reached Kisuke Urahara, Urahara Shoten will be closed this weekend due to a company trip to San Diego I'll be sure to return your call when I return."

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"Yo it's Soi Fon I'm not answering because I don't care. And do me a favor don't even text me it's gay."

Rukia set the phone on the table.

"Anything?" Ichigo asked.

"Nothing I've tried them all, it just keeps going to voicemail."

Captain Ukitake leaned back on the couch. "Rukia it's San Diego, America's finest city. They probably hooked a tuna. And you never walk away when you hook a big one."

"You do if you're receiving a life time achievement award!" Rukia snapped.

"I'm sure there's some sort of explanation." Ichigo soothed.

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Rukia grabbed her phone and flipped it open.

Gran Hotel Cuidad De Mexico

We all stood on the roof patio beaten, bloody, and bruised. Our clothes dirty and torn to shreds. We hung our heads low, our spirits completely crushed. We had no options left. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do.

"You guys can go back to the soul society, I'm going to stay here." Yoruichi said sadly.

"What do you mean? You're just going to stay in Mexico City?" Kisuke asked.

"There's no way I can go back to the Soul Society and admit I lost Byakuya. Maybe I'll open up a little dojo down here. Karate with a happy ending-Aaaaaghhhh!"

I cut Yoruichi off by punching her straight across the face. Her head spun around and all the spit flew out of her mouth. She fell to the floor clutching her face.

"What the fuck?" She screamed.

"Don't tell me what the fuck I'll tell you what the fuck you asshole!" I screamed back.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Are you serious? You're going to leave again? You left me for over 100 years and when you came back I broke down like a little bitch and you promised you'd never do it again! Lying asshole!"

I back handed her on the other side of her face and she fell to the ground again.

"Soi you just don't understand this kind of stuff because you're too young, sometimes you have to make sacrifices like this!

I kicked her in the ribs and she coughed blood.

"That's bullshit you're just selfish and you're only looking out for you!"

"I fucking loved you!" She yelled with tears in her eyes.

"False you loved yourself!"

I punched her in the stomach and she fell to her knees spitting blood out onto my arm.

She looked up at me. Totally broken. Desperation in her golden eyes.

"What….do….you….want…..from….me?"She gasped.

I grabbed her collar in my fists and stared deep into her eyes.

"We're going back together, and taking whatever happens. We'll get through it together. And we'll be ok because we'll have each other."

"Ok."She breathed

Kisuke walked up to me and handed me a phone.

"It's time."

I took the phone from him and dialed Rukia's number.

"Hello?"

"Rukia it's Soi Fon."

"Soi Fon where are you guys I'm freaking out!"

"Rukia look we uh man we fucked up."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The whole trip it went wrong and we lost Byakuya."

"What do you mean you lost him where are you?"

"We're in Mexico city"

Yoruichi sat on the steps while Soi Fon was on the phone. She touched her mouth and then looked at the blood on her hand. Then she looked at Soi Fon's head. She could see the bandages wrapped tightly around her. She thought of Byakuya's shirt, bloodied with a stab hole through it. She looked at the blood on her hand again and back at Soi's bandages. Then she thought of that sign in the hotel that said first aid kits were on odd number floors. She remembered that they were on a odd number floor. Then it clicked.

"Rukia I'm so sorry-Ooof!"

Youichi had run at Soi Fon tackling her to the ground she grabbed the phone.

"Hey Rukia it's Yoruichi!"

"Yoruichi talk to me what's going on?"

"Nothing Byakuya is fine he's just paying the bill for breakfast, but we gotta go because we need to get back soon!"

Yoruichi hung up the phone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled.

"I know where Byakuya is!"

Yoruichi took off running. Against my better judgment I ran after her with Kisuke close behind. We made it down to the street, and Yoruichi hailed a cab.

"Can you please tell me WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

The cab pulled up.

"Get in the car I'll explain everything."

I just went with it. So we all got in the car.

I just the door, and we took off. "Ok, explain!"

"When we woke up we found Byakuya's shirt with a bloody stab hole in it right?"

"Yeah so?"

"And what else?"

"I don't fucking know, what the hell is going on?"

"We also found bloody bandages. There was a sign in the room that said first aid kits were on odd number floors. We were on the 5th floor. Now what do you do if you wake up and your bandages are soaked and you need more?"

My eyes went wide. "You go and get more bandages on the 5th floor! Oh my God Byakuya's still at the hotel!"

The cab pulled up to our hotel and we ran inside climbing the stairs two at a time. We reached the 5th floor and searched for the room that had snacks, ice, first aid etc.

"Found it!" I yelled.

I ran into a dimly lit room and I found a very alive Byakuya slumped against the wall sleeping with fresh bandages around his stomach.

"I found him!"

Yoruichi and Kisuke ran into the room after me.

"Byakuya!" We all yelled.

We were so thrilled to have him back! I put my hands on his shoulders and shook him a little. His lifted his eyes a little and started to cough. He was covered in sweat and blood was starting to come through his bandages.

"Hey." He breathed.

"Hey buddy we're so happy to see you, but we gotta go now. We have to get back home!"

"The Captain's Awards are today…" He said wearily.

"That's right bud that's why we've gotta go."

Byakuya looked at Yoruichi and put his hand on her head.

"Cool tattoo Yoruichi."

"Thanks Byakuya, let's get you up."

Byakuya put his hands in mine and I pulled him to his feet. Yoruichi put his arm over her shoulder and helped him walk. We slowly walked down the stairs for Byakuya.

Kisuke spoke up. "Ok so problem, the ceremony starts in 4 hours!"

"We'll figure it out ok."

We walked out of the hotel and stepped into the sun.

"You've got to be shiting me…"

In front of us stood Aizen in a priceless suit, with a black SUV at his side.

"What's up niggas?"

"What the hell?" I whispered

Aizen held out his arms. "I'm here to give you fags a lift!"

"Y-You committed suicide, you jumped off a 60 story hotel."

"Lord Aizen doesn't commit suicide, it's illusion." He wiggled his fingers.

"Look Aizen I appreciate it, but we can't drive back to San Diego. We'll never make it in time."

Aizen started to laugh. "No driving douche bag, we fly.

"In what?"

"My private jet, how do you even think we got here?"

My eyes went wide. Private jet?

We all jumped in Aizen's car and drove to the Air Field. We got out of the car and parked in front of us was a white stream line jet.

My jaw dropped. "Oh my God."

Aizen held out his hand. "Shall we?"

We all boarded Aizen's jet, Yoruichi helping Byakuya up the stairs. We all took our seats and buckled in. The Screens lit up and an automated voice came on.

"Welcome to Lord Aizen Airways, The Penetrator. Your airline between Hueco Mundo and The World of The Living. Alcohol and cocaine will be served once we have reached a cruising altitude.

Wait, what?

"We have been cleared for take off. Please fasten your seat belts and enjoy your flight. Thank you for choosing Aizen Airways.

I sat back in my seat. We sped down the air strip and we began to lift and take off into the sky.

When we were cruising I took off my seat belt and went to the front of the plane where the couches were. I went to the mini bar and made myself a White Russian. Yoruichi came and sat on a couch as well. Kisuke was doing some sort of math or science equations in his note book back in his seat. Byakuya was sleeping in a pull out bed.

Aizen came out and started to fix himself a drink as well.

"Hey who is flying the-"

"Auto pilot." He winked

"Oh."

I sat down on a couch and started to sip my drink. Aizen sat down next to me and started to rummage through the drawers in the coffee table in front of us. He finally found what he was looking for and he pulled out a bag filled with white powder.

Cocaine.

He wiggled his eyebrows. "Look what I have."

Yoruichi stood up and grabbed the bag from him.

"No more coke. What if you die again? Who is gonna fly the plane?"

Aizen glared at her and snatched the bag back.

"Fine I have something else."

Aizen went inside the drawer again and pulled out a huge bag of weed.

"No!" Yoruichi yelled.

She tried to grab the bag, but Aizen was too quick for her.

"Fuck off pussy cat, you can't die from weed!"

"You are not flying this plane high!"

"Suck my balls nigger!"

"What did you just call me?"

"A nigger, you're black right?"

"I am not black, I'm just very dark skinned."

"Well you look like a nigger to me."

"You're a fucking racist!"

"Do you have a piece?" I asked

"Fuck that shit!"

Aizen went to a cupboard and pulled out a 3 ft. bong. Now that's what I'm talking about!

It wasn't long before Aizen and I had the whole plane hot boxed. Yoruichi was sitting back on the couch with her eyes closed.

Aizen took a huge rip on the bong and started coughing.

I pointed to Yoruichi. "Let's swoop in."

Aizen smiled and nodded. I went and sat on the arm of the couch where Yoruichi was sitting and Aizen sat next to her on the other side. He handed me the bong. I took a huge hit, snapping it. I handed the bong back to Aizen. Then I leaned over and put my lips close to her nose and let all the smoke out of my mouth.

Yoruichi woke up coughing and sputtering.

"Hack, hack, what the, hack, hell?"

I pointed towards Aizen. She turned her head and Aizen blew an ass load of smoke in her face.

"Hack, hack, hack, what the fuck?"

Something in the cockpit started beeping. Aizen stood up and put the bong away.

"We'll be landing soon!" He giggled.

"What are you going to do after this? Go back to Hueco Mundo?"

"Fuck Hueco Mundo!" Aizen laughed.

"What about Las Noches?" Yoruichi asked.

I couldn't help but notice her golden eyes were a little red and droopy.

"Fuck Las Noches, I'm gonna turn that place into a whore house. I'm pretty sure Grimmjow likes it up the ass!"

We both laughed.

"Now get in your seats we're gonna land."

Aizen disappeared into the cockpit and we went to our seats. The automated system came on again.

"Please take your seats and buckle up. We are preparing to land. We hope that you've enjoyed your drugs and alcohol. Thank you for choosing Aizen Airways."

Yoruichi leaned her head on my shoulder.

"I-I don't know what I'm feeling." Yoruichi slurred.

"Describe it to me."

"I feel tired, not sleepy. More like floating. And tingly. I could really kill for a burrito."

I giggled. "You're high."

"I am not! I've never done drugs!"

"Well I know what I know, and you're definitely high."

The plane began to fall, and my stomach did that dropping thing. We slowly descended until we touched down onto the runway and came to a stop.

Aizen came out of the cockpit.

"Alright we're in TJ, you're gonna have to cross the border on foot I can't fly into the U.S."

"What did you do in America?" I asked.

Aizen winked. "That's another story!"

We all gathered our things and walked down the steps. Aizen waved us off.

"So long faggots!"

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