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A/N: Hi, Everyone! I have chapter four. This chapter was very fun to write, challenging, but fun. Trying to put both Jushiro and Yamamoto on paper is like trying to get oil to mix with water, but I have succeeded to the best of my ability. So, like always enjoy!

Nova-4

Jushiro rose to his feet walking to the window. The first signs of morning broke through the dark clouds; he picked up his Captains obi, tying it around him as he headed outside. He was always an early morning riser and was some what satisfied that Shunsui's squad wasn't up yet. Not one to break the rules he sat down on the ground in thought, the wind blew gently raising a few strands of black hair away from his face. Was this strange reality truly his fate? Was he really dead? One thing he knows is that he has jumped back so far in time that he was among past generations of his colleagues and friends. Yamamoto was Head Captain and young enough to be his father, he seems harsher in his younger days and the tension was so thick around him that he couldn't cut it with a knife even if his life depended on it.

This Soul Society was definitely worse off than the one he was used too. Hueco Mundo must have some effect on it and the Hollows were very strong in spiritual energy. He was considered a mandatory task to be watched like a hawk by everyone, he couldn't get used to that, but he supposed that he would have too if this was the life he had to live. He didn't have anything to defend himself and what separated him from the average Soul reaper was taken away as well. If a hollow invasion happened he'd be in big trouble. The sunrise outlined the surroundings with a golden light the wind passing through. It was a picture perfect moment.

"It's a beautiful sight."

Jushiro looked up to see Shunsui standing behind him. Jushiro quickly got to his feet. "Captain Shunsui, Good morning." he addressed formally.

The Captain grinned. "I usually don't get up this early but when I passed by your room and found you weren't there I panicked. A little."

"When an order is given no matter the circumstance I obey it faithfully." Jushiro replied his hands behind his back.

The brunette raised an eye brow. "Uh-Huh. Well, since we're both up I better pawn you off to Yamamoto. He'll yell at me from taking you off Unohana's hands but I couldn't let the poor woman carry that burden alone."

Jushiro smirked slightly at the man's playful expression.

Meanwhile, Yamamoto sat cross legged on his mat a steaming cup of sake at his side. Taking the cup he raised it to his lips and sipped, he tapped his middle finger against it as he thought about his prisoner. He couldn't put his finger on it but he sensed a familiar era about him.

"Sir, Captain Unohana wishes to speak with you. May she enter in your presence?" his lieutenant asked

He nodded setting his cup down. Unohana gracefully walked in, hands held in front of her. Submissively coming to stand in front of her leader.

"Thank you for seeing me. I must explain my actions to you."

"What is it?"

"The prisoner is no longer in my hands. Captain Shunsui has taken him into his custody."

The red head locked his eyes on her. "Captain Shunsui, though a compatible fighter, is not one to take over such an order. The reason I wanted you to take him Captain Unohana is simply because you are very strong willed and your efficiency is needed in this situation."

"I understand-"

"NO! You do not understand. To put a potential murder in the hands of an irresponsible oaf like Captain Shunsui. That is a mockery of my authority and judgement."

"You have ye little faith in me, don't ya Yamamoto?"

Both Soul Reapers looked at the man in question and beside him the man responsible for the problem in the first place. Yamamoto abruptly got to his feet, stalking over to the Captain smacking him across the face.

"Your in subordination is trying what little patience I have left for You Captain Shunsui. Get out of my sight if you know what's best for you."

"Oh, you always no what's best Yamamoto. Now, if you excuse me I have a squad to lead… He looked at Jushiro… "Unohana perhaps your assistance can be given under the past events that have taken place."

Without a word they both bowed to show their respect before leaving. The heavy doors clanged shut behind them leaving Jushiro with the new head captain.

"Disgraceful on all accounts." Yamamoto muttered in disgust.

"He's actually quite mellow." Jushiro replied forgetting that the man was not the friend he knew.

Yamamoto scoffed turning his full attention on the thirteenth division captain. "You are another matter. From the time you appeared till this very moment I have thought long and hard about what I should do to you. I have ordered my second in command to apprehend your zanpukto and your captain's haroi, your spiritual energy is impressively strong and your will just as acute, you claim you're part of this Soul Society. Yet the division that you claim to lead does not exist you have no squadron, nor is there any record of you ever being here. You say that you have no connections to the massacre in the living world or any ties to what has happened here. That only leaves two things. Either you come from the forbidden Heuco Mundo or you say what you say you are."

Jushiro watched as the soul reaper walked over to one of the windows. "I am just as a loss for words to explain this unusual predicament. From my personal view of the after life these characteristics aren't among them. Perhaps I am in a avoid between life and death and by the actions I do here defines what happens to me. I understand your wariness towards me and that your trusting in me is one of hesitancy. If I tell you the foot prints of my life I am most certain that you would think me mad."

Yamamoto listened to Jushiro and was at odds with his humanity and his authority. Here stood, supposedly, a man of malious and cruelty but the words he just spoke suggested the latter. He faced Jushiro in intrigue and wonder.

"You speak of one who has great wisdom and experience. One cannot attain such achievement unless he has lived it."

Jushiro gave a sincere smile. "I had a good teacher."

Yamamoto cocked his head slightly. "Who is this individual you speak of?"

Jushiro locked his green eyes onto the auburn ones staring back at him.

"You."

A/N: Does this sound like them?

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