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A/N: Hi, guys! I got the next chapter! Finally I know right…listen, I've been having some health complications and severe writers block don't hate me too much. Anyway, there are some interesting twists in this story as character portrayals go. Since this is several, several generations back I think it would make sense, I'm not entirely crazy I did think it through, read on and find out, K? Like always-enjoy!

Nova-5

Jushiro found himself once more in the custody to his past mentor. He had beaten him and to be honest he was the most surprised out of all who watched. It had been centuries sense he could summon up that amount of power without keeling over in exhaustion. Ever since the fight, he received every sort of public activity a mob could muster blasphemy, fear, respect, anger; a lot of anger came his way. This was beyond his comprehension at least he could wander the streets with a little more leeway, despite the fact his zanpukto was once more removed from his possession.

"Jushiro Ukitake."

The soul reaper stopped in his tracks turning to see captain Hitsugiya coming up from behind him. He didn't know why he did it, but he stood straighter and a little on guard.

"Captain Hitsugiya."

The white haired captain stopped a few feet from Ukitake. Jushiro was intrigued at the man before him his behaviour was so brash and unpredictable.

"Yamamoto is a man of honour and it fails me that he would put himself at a dishonourable place for the sake of proving your innocence."

"Yama-." Jushiro began.

"You do not speak!…the captain snapped closing the gap between them… "You may have proven your skills as a soul reaper but to earn innocence takes more than brute strength. I don't know what he sees in you, if I were in charge I would drive my sword through your chest." the Captain seethed

"Thus why it isn't up to you captain Hitsugiya." a voice said catching the attention of both captains.

Hitsugiya straightened at the sight of the woman. Her hair ink black, a few strands fell just above her piecing greyish blue eyes. A captains haroi fit perfectly to her frame her zanpukto at her side her hand resting on it while the other simply hung by her side but her stare was demanding yet it held a deep sincerity in them that Jushiro had seen before.

Hitsugiya stepped back bowing in respect. "Captain Kuchki, forgive me."

"Leave him with me, you may go." her voice never faltering holding a deep authority.

Hitsugiya glanced back at Jushiro before flash stepping out of sight. Jushiro was stunned as the woman soul reaper eyed Jushiro.

"So, you are the one who has caused such disorder among our Captains."

"It was not intended I assure you." Jushiro explained.

"Your assurance means nothing to me. However, your ability to defeat Head Master Yamamoto is nothing short of miraculous, many have challenged him and many have fallen by his sword. I do not waste my time on others bigotry and misguided loathing. Do not take this as acceptance but merely a step in the right direction, but if you even hint of betraying us I will follow Captain Hitsugiya's suit and plunge my sword through your heart." Captain Kuchki stated.

Jushiro bowed feeling like a boy among these men. "Yes, Captain Kuchki."

The woman turned and simply flashed stepped toward the tenth division. Jushiro sighed; he never knew death could be so stressful. Turning, he continued his path through Soul Society he pondered what to do he never really had the chance to look at his situation thoroughly. Where was he going to live? What role would he play? This was just the tip of the ice burg of his problems, there was a good chance that he would remain a prisoner for the rest of his life and by the looks of things the Captains would prefer it that way.

He rounded the corner bumping into a woman the bowl and pot she was carrying fell to the ground she quickly dropped to her knees.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" she trialed off as she gathered up her things.

Jushiro opened his mouth but she was off and away before he got a word out. He decided on one thing he would start from the ground up he had to gain their trust and that was exactly what he was going to do.

QOQO

Yamamoto sat silently on his futon; he went over the fight in his head. Jushiro was fast and the spiritual energy he harnessed was extraordinary, such control and elegance. He lost because he was cocky too confidant to realize that his opponent knew his power. This man, Jushiro Ukitake may be well telling the truth, but it's so astronomical it couldn't be true; however, everything about this man supports his case. Ugh! Why did everything have to be so blasted difficult? Soul Society was falling apart at the seams and it took every ounce of his attention to keep it from collapsing completely.

The red head sensed an aura behind the temple door. "Enter." he ordered.

The individual appeared into the room his features were stern, his loyalty was held high for his master obedience, and honour was his top priority.

He bowed his respect. "Head master. May I speak with you it concerns the intruder."

"What of him." Yamamoto said quietly

"My initial response to his presence was one of concern and fear, but from what I've seen he doesn't seem to want to bring harm." the Captain said.

"And?" Yamamoto replied dryly.

"Do you think keeping him prisoner is necessary? He has proved his worth hasn't he?"

"Do you not trust my judgement Captain Soi Fong?" Yamamoto shot back.

The captain straightened at the question. "Sir, I didn't…it's just Soul Society has fallen on hard times. We have lost many, my squad is floundering in shock as I try to rebuild of what is left of my division, if Hollows from Hueco Mundo return we will surely parish. I believe that this man could be of some use to us. I am not under minding your authority Master, just suggesting that you might see the benefit of this man's arrival."

Yamamoto rose from his futon turning to face the other Captain. "You know that I value your opinion Soi Fong but it isn't that simple, this man is capable of mass destruction and he could be hiding his true intent. I will not allow any cracks to widen; if a wall is weakened it doesn't mean it can't stand but it means that it is vulnerable to any attack no matter how small or great. All will keep an eye on him until I say other wise is that clear captain?"

Sio Fong bowed. "Yes, Head Master."

As the second division captain rose he turned to leave only to stop and face Yamamoto. "Forgive me for being forward master, but sometimes…it can be that simple."

Yamamoto didn't answer, as the loyal Captain left his presence he walked over to the window. Maybe he could give Jushiro Ukitake a chance, but he didn't want to make this decision alone he'd call a secret meeting.

QOQOQ

"Jushiro!" a familiar voice called to him.

Ukitake looked up to see Captain Shunsui waving to him, at least that hasn't changed…much.

"Captain Shunsui." Ukitake greeted.

The man smiled as he joined Ukitake's side. "Nice day for a stroll."

"I suppose. I'd enjoy it more if I wasn't so-"

"Crampy." the man filled in.

"I was going to say worried." Jushiro corrected.

"Ah, right that's women keep forgetting. He smacked his head than eyed Jushiro… "Are you a Woman?"

"No…are you drunk?" Jushiro shot back as he smelled the familiar scent of sake on the man's breath.

The captain held back a burp. "Possibly, rough day today I numb myself from all the pain."

Jushiro sighed giving a smile it was like his friend never left. Suddenly the sky grew dark and the atmosphere became heavier, the hair on his neck and arms rose as a ear piercing scream filled the air. Both men covered their ears blocking out the shrieks, when it stopped they turned their sights to the eastern sky. A void opened and half a dozen hollows emerged from it.

"We've got company. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse." Captain Shunsui muttered.

Jushiro recognized the tall looming hollows he knew them all to well. "Menso Grande." he said out loud earning a quizzical look from the other soul reaper.

"Menso what now?"

"They're powerful Hollows I've fought them before." Jushiro quickly explained.

"Convieniant." the Shunsui replied back.

Both soul reapers flashed stepped tword the eight division. As Shunsui barked out orders Ukitake flashed stepped toward the first division he had never seen the sky so black. He was almost to his destination when he was struck hard sending him flying across the ground to slam into a wall. Stunned he shook his head looking up to see the giant hollow towering over him, he stared back at the thing raisng his hand. Then the hollow screamed and lurched back, Jushiro was shocked to see Yamamoto standing in front of him his zanpukto a blaze.

Yamamoto turned to Jushiro tossing the other's zanpukto at the man's feet. "If you wish to be free Jushiro Ukitake. Fight and I will make it so."

Jushiro got to his feet as the red head disappeared. He looked down at his sword pulling it from it's sheath he looked at it than back at the hollows. Without a second thought he took up his sword and rushed into battle.

A/N: Well?

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