And then came Jūshirō. This is more just fluffy cuteness, for the most part. Some drama.

Upon her sore awaking, Hitomukashi Iwai drowsily took in her surroundings. She was laying on the floor in the middle of a vacant, unfamiliar hallway. "Oh, my head...How did I end up here? Oh shit! Then I already screwed up my first mission to prove myself ready to become a taichō!" She smacked her hand to her forehead and grabbed her zanpakutō that was laying on the ground next to her. "Hanesora, what are we doing here?"

The swords feminine voice rang loud and clear through her head. "I don't even know. But don't you feel a bit strange? Like something isn't quite right..."

Shrugging her swords suspicions off, she quickly started following the hallway to the nearest room. The first door she found was very large and seemed a bit over done for what she expected to lead to a plain room. But at the moment all she really wanted was to find out how much trouble she was actually going to be in, so she entered the room without a second thought. There were several people standing and facing each other with one recognizable face at the head. "Who dares interrupt the meeting?" Yamamoto called.

Bowing quickly to the floor she let her long teal hair cover her red face. "Hitomukashi Iwai! Yamamoto-sōtaichō, Please excuse the intrusion! I did not know an important meeting was being held! Please forgive me!"

Ukitake Jūshirō and Kyōraku Shunsui both turned their full attentions to the girl claiming to be Hitomukashi Iwai. "It...It can't be..." Jūshirō thought, looking closely at the girl.

"Impossible, Hitomukashi Iwai was taken into the Valley of Screams hundreds of years ago." He responded looking closely at the girl kneeling on the floor by the doors.

Quickly rising to her feet, she was across the room in the blink of an eye, looking closely at the old man. "But, Yamamoto-sōtaichō! It is me! I'm here in the flesh! I've even got Hanesora with me!!" She continued, pulling out her weapon. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she looked back to see Shunsui looking down at her. "You...you believe me, don't you, Shun-kun?!"

Smiling briefly at her, he nodded. "I do."

Jūshirō also walked up to her. She had the same hair, same height, same eyes...she was exactly the same as he had remembered her. Placing his hand to her cheek, he instantly knew she was Iwai. "You haven't changed at all...Ai-chan..." He mumbled, watching her smile grow as he used his old nickname for her.

"I've had enough of this!" Mayuri complained, getting fed up with the interruption. "Who is this girl, and why is she stopping this meeting?"

"This girl was going to be a taichō long before you were ever even considered to become one, Mayuri-taichō." Shunsui retorted, feeling a bit defensive for his old friend who had finally been returned to him.

The loud bang of Yamamoto's staff brought everyone's attention back to him. "Silence! This meeting is adjourned. You are all dismissed. Everyone, except for Hitomukashi, may leave."

Captains of the second, fourth, sixth, seventh, tenth, eleventh and twelfth divisions filed out of the room. But Jūshirō and Shunsui stayed behind to support Iwai. "Yamamoto-sōtaichō...the last thing I remember is going to the human world to fight off some hallows, then I found myself waking up in that hallway. But you have to know that it really is me!"

He nodded at her. "I don't doubt that it is you. I can remember your reiatsu. But I will still require for you to be examined by Unohana Retsu. You will be tested to examine your reflexes and strength. That is all."

Smiling softly, Iwai sighed. "Thank you, Yamamoto-sōtaichō...I'll gladly go see Unohana-taichō now!" She quickly ran out of the room, only to peek her head back in moments later. "Um...Where is the fourth division again? I can't quite remember all the places around here..."

Shunsui grinned at her. "I'll show you where it is, Ai-chan. Maybe I can catch you up some." He said, walking over to her and holding his arm out in a gentlemanly manner for her to take. She giggled lightly and took it, smiling broadly at him.

"Why thank you, Shunsui-kun!" Her emerald eyes gleamed back at Jūshirō for a moment, wishing he was coming with also so it could feel just like old times. Deep inside she knew things couldn't really be the same as before, but she could always hope things would be better.

"How did this happen? She should have been lost to the Valley of Screams..." Jūshirō asked overjoyed that she was back, but unsure of how Iwai had actually made it out of there.

Yamamoto seemed deep in thought. "Perhaps the incident with the Valley of Screams a few weeks ago brought her back." It still didn't make sense to the thirteenth squad captain, but, quite honestly, he didn't care how it had happened. He was just so happy to have her back with him. "Nevertheless, it will help us with the upcoming war with Aizen to have her on our side. If her powers are the same as before she left, she should be taichō material."

The younger of the two nodded.

Next is a random bit that's just adorable.

A sharp intake of breath echoed through the empty room. Iwai had just awoken from a terrible nightmare involving one Jūshirō Ukitake. Shaking her head gently, she looked around her room, eyes slowly adjusting to the extreme darkness. That particular night it was a new moon, which caused her already dark room to seem unusually so. In one swift motion she was up and off of her futon, then quickly out of her room.

"Perhaps a walk to sooth my mind would be best..." Her thoughts still dwelt on her dream, but soon were replaced by thoughts of how beautiful the night's sky really was. Hundreds of thousands of stars lit the dark, moonless sky like fireflies did on those warm spring evenings in seireitei. Soft footsteps disturbed no one as the small shinigami woman made her way across the roof of the twelfth division. As emerald eyes widened the simple thoughts continued, "I wonder how many there really are...They almost make me think of grains of rice. Thinking of which, I'm kind of hungry. I could always jut make something when I get back--"

"Who goes there?" A gruff voice interrupted the hungry girl's thoughts.

Slowly looking around she finally noticed where her feet had led her. "It's just me, Hitomukashi Iwai. I was just walking through the divisions to clear my head."

The guards smiled kindly. "Ah, Hitomukashi-taichō, please feel free to stay in our division as long as you please," one of them said, as both of them held open the doors for her to enter.

Kindly smiling as she walked through the doors, her soft voice was barely heard, "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it." Considering how long it had been since she'd been there, Iwai was still so familiar with almost all divisions, (excluding the first and the twelfth), she no longer needed think of where she was going to get where she needed to be. So it was no surprise that she quickly found herself exactly where she wanted to be. Silently as possible she slid open the door to Jūshirō's quarters and walked in, shutting the door just as silently as before. He lay there, sleeping peacefully as any other normal being would this time of night.

Carefully she sat down next to his futon, leaning slightly on it so she could soothingly caress his face. "See? He's still alive, and sleeping...like you should be." The young woman shook her head, trying to ignore her zanpakutō's voice that rang through it. Her icy cold fingers ghosted over his exceedingly warm forehead, causing him to stir slightly in his sleep. The fingers quickly pulled back, not wishing to disturb the one they had previously been caressing. Instead, the owner of those fingers just settled for watching the occupant of the bed. The gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the slight flush on his oh so pale cheeks caused by his minor fever, the particular way his soft hair fell over his face as he slept. It was almost too much to bear to even think of losing him.

While smiling softly, Iwai leaned down and laid her head on his chest. The light "thump" of his heart was just as rhythmic and just gentle as his breathing. Feeling bolder and bolder in her movements, she carefully put her hand in his; the clash of warm and cool creating a perfect temperature for both of them. Salty tears filled her eyes as she thought back to her dream. "Please, Jū," her voice was barely a whisper, "whatever happens...just don't leave me..." Ever so gently she lifted her head from its resting spot on his chest. But as she went to pull her hand away from his, the grip tightened and lightly pulled her down onto the futon.

"You know, I generally prefer to be awake during our meetings." His lips twitched upwards and he cracked an eye open to look down at the female shinigami.

Sighing softly, Iwai climbed under the blanket and snuggled close to her white haired lover. "But you looked so cute sleeping like that Jū-chan." His smile broadened at the use of her nickname for him. Jūshirō leaned down and planted a light kiss on her head. "Now, you need your sleep to get healthy again, so I'll talk to you in the morning." The face buried in her hair smiled softly, as the lovers slowly drifted off into a blissful world of dreams.

And then next is the beginning of Iwai's speech.

"What the hell is all of your problems?!" Iwai shouted harshly at her underlings, pulling up her lieutenant by his collar a bit rougher than she had intended. Izuru stumbled a bit, but quickly regained his balance. "You people mock him, and for what? His loyalty to his leaders? You should all be praising him for how well he serves those over him!"

I've got an idea of what I wanna do and where I'd go with that story. It'd probably be short though.