Chapter five is here! I can't believe I'm getting chapters out so quickly. So anyway lots of fighting in this chapter. I know I still have a lot of work to do with my fight scenes but I think I wrote it fairly well. Thank you to Yashiru Kusajishi, Phantom Claire, Ninjapanda, MichaelisFangirl500, for reviewing. Well disclaimer and chapter is next in the line up. See you at the bottom!

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN BLEACH OR ITS CHARACTERS. I DO OWN THE OC APPEARING IN THE STORY AND THE PLOT, AND THE ORGANIZATIONS.
Please don't use my oc's without my permission.

Ichigo wasn't sure how much time had truly passed from the time he awoke from his original meeting with the group. Though by how hungry he was feeling and the weakness coming from the hunger he was able to guess it had been about a week. His captors had given him just enough water to keep him alive every, what he assumed at least, two days, he also came up with the number because he's they've brought in water twice.

Each day two different people would come in. The day after he first torture session. Tadashi and Enyo had walked in. Tadashi and graze the tip of his dagger along his torso. Enyo had just stood back, and every time the redhead stopped with his blade she would crack her whip on his back, leaving deep impressions on his body. The drug that he had in his system had dulled down but it was still there and was always intensifying the pain.

He watched the door. It was about the time that his two tormentors for the day would walk in, that door making the horrible screeching noise Each day his "sessions", as he once hear Yuna refer to it as, got shorter as he was unable to stay conscious. It seemed that the amount if pain dealt to him would steadily increase each day.

He wasn't sure what they were trying to do to him, they weren't asking questions and they weren't trying to get him to join them, so he was at a loss of why he was being put through so much pain.

The door began its familiar song of scraping open. Ichigo looked up to see who would be inflicting pain on him today. It was Tadashi and Daichi. Tadashi's dagger was already released. Daichi had his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

The two of them walked in and the door closed behind them. Daichi spoke once the door was fully closed. "I don't get it. How's this supposed to get him out?"

Ichigo mentally sighed, they had made several comments about his hollow, but surely they knew that when he lost his shinigami powers his hollow died. He watched them, wondering what they're strategy.

"Maybe it isn't. Maybe boss just wanted to break the kid?" Tadashi shrugged. Looking at Ichigo with a strange expression.

"Seems like an odd way to do it." Daichi shrugged. "You start."

Tadashi approached the teen slowly. Ichigo curled into himself like he did before he was dragged and pinned into whatever position they wanted him to be in so they could inflict the most damage. The redhead kneeled down in front of the teen. Cautiously Tadashi maneuvered Ichigo into an upright position. Ichigo was looking into emerald eyes, he hadn't ever gotten a really good look at any of his captor, and he was surprised at how handsome Tadashi was.

Tadashi lifted a hand towards Ichigo's face. Before everything had happened he would've not even flinched, yet now he was pulling himself as far away from the hand as he could. It was a subconscious action. He realized it was much like a dog whose been beaten, now every human and hand it saw going towards it was now an enemy and not to be trusted, even if the human's were trying to help.

It felt weird to have a fear drilled into you. Ichigo had never been skittish. He was a man who faced death many times and never ran in fear. Yet the simple action of a hand being raised sent shivers down his spine, making any thoughts of escaping and of fighting back flee his mind.

The hand had finished its path. It landed on his face and was caressing it? His eyes widened at the unexpected action. He blinked a few times, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He couldn't react. If he had been hit he would've fallen back and not gotten up, being caressed was something else entirely.

Tadashi bit back a smirk at the teens obvious confusion and shock. Wanting to drive the teen further, to see what else he could get out of the teen. He leaned foreword and stole a chaste kiss, it had no feelings behind it, but as expected it made the teen even more confused.

The redheaded scott knew that this was more mental torture than physical torture but it was what the boss wanted. He also knew that the orange-haired shinigami hadn't had friendly human contact in about a week.

He stood up, taking care to allow his hand to linger on the teens cheek. He turned around motioning of Daichi to follow. They had come to do only that, the two tomorrow would have to act on it.

The boss had ordered that the session be brief and non physical, he had released his dagger for nothing more than show. Today one of the five would be taking their cell out to the human world to take care of those pesky shinigami that were poking around.

He laughed to himself, little did the shinigami know what was about to happen. There were at least three captain classes among the group and the rest were vice-captain strength. He also was amused at how the king created his army. It was another Gotei 13. There were actually 13 different cells and cell leaders. The other seven of their ranks were currently infiltrating Soul Society, some where even members of squads! Others were observing the areas, finding strategic places and those types.

Of course their cells weren't made up entirely of shinigami, they were anyone who refused the ways of the shinigami, or were rejected by the Gotei 13. Of course there were mercenaries that they could hire, Enyo's cell was testament to that. Most of her cell was made out of Shadow society members. But all of the premiers, the leaders of the cells, were former shinigami.

Tadashi walked into the throne room, briefly blinded by the bright window light. Daichi was steps behind him.

"Good. You kept it brief." Sachio greeted warmly.

Tadashi and Daichi both bowed deeply. Then walked to opposites of the circle which had many gaps in the middle of it. Three premiers stood to his right, and two on his left. Tadashi stood next to Enyo. He was still amazed by her beauty every time he saw her. Daichi was standing next to Yuna.

"As you know, a group of high level Gotei members are investigating around the area we picked our guest up." Sachio began. "According to a report from the Devil Cell's Premier, the 12th division has finally located the anomaly in which we reside, and it would seem that the humans have ways of contacting the Soul Society."

There was a murmuring among the few premiers. Sachio waited for them to quiet down. "They know very little about us. They think us nothing more than renegades. We'll show them. That's why I'm sending a premier, with a few hand-selected cell members, to the World of the Living to show them some of our power."
Enyo spoke up. "Wouldn't that be giving up out element of surprise if we attack them once?"
"We don't need surprise. We'll storm into Seireitei, and take over by force. That'll be our surprise." Sachio replied.

Enyo didn't speak after that. He dark eyes cast downwards, her head lowered in a small bow.

Sachio clapped his hands together "Now! To announce the lucky Premier."

The premiers present straightened themselves, each hoping to get the mission. Sachio looked at the five premiers present. There was no doubt who he would send.

"Yuna! The mission is yours. Take whoever you see fit, but I want one-on-one battles. We aren't monsters after all."

Yuna smiled brightly as she was told the mission was hers. With a smug look to Daichi she bowed graciously to Sachio. "Thank you. You won't be disappointed, milord."

Sachio nodded. "Get a move on."

Yuna stood up and walked towards the doors. She was restraining herself from skipping out of her room. The Gotei members that were in the World of the Living were strong. Something that was suited to the Demon Cell.

She walked to her wing of the castle. There her top cell members sat waiting for her. "We have the mission."

Yuna had prepared her tops incase she got the mission. Her tops stood up and waited for her to open the Sekai Torabaasaa. With a snap of her fingers the familiar red-violet door opened. With a light shove, as if she was opening a door, she vanished into the light.

She walked through, the King had created a pathway above the dangai, so that his troops didn't have to worry about the cleaner as many of them weren't used to traveling like shinigami.

Her tops were right behind her and she walked gracefully on the floating pathway. It was about ten minutes later and they were approaching the area she wanted to be at. With another snap of her fingers the Sekai Torabaasaa door opened up. She leapt from her spot and through it.

When she emerged on the other side she spotted the group of Shinigami that she was sent to play with. They had turned to face her. The rest of her group appeared behind her, the last one kicking the door shut behind him.

She noted that only one had the haori of a captain, he also looked like the youngest. Figures, probably has family connections. Maybe he's a Kuchiki? She thought with irritation. Though that's the tenth's haori alright.

Toshiro turned around to face the source of the spiritual pressure, surprised to see six new figures come out of nowhere. "Who are you?" He asked with as much authority as he could muster.

"Me?" The blue haired woman questioned innocently. "I'm a lowly shinigami, well ex-shinigami."

"I'm not in the mood to play games." Toshiro said crossing his arms.

"That's a pity. I am." The girl sighed. "But shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The white haired captain felt a vein start to protrude from the annoyance this girl was causing him. "Toshiro Hitsugaya. Captain of the Tenth division of the 13 Gotei."

The girl growled. "There's no way your the captain! You're younger than me!"

Toshiro said nothing. The girl glared at him. "Name's Yuna. Premier of the Demon Cell."

Toshiro felt an eyebrow raise. He wasn't familiar with the title of Premier, or the Demon Cell. Rukia stepped up to him. "Captain Hitsugaya, do you think she could be a member of the group that took Ichigo?"

"The thought had crossed my mind. There is no doubt about that being our uniform. She has a katana as well."

"Very astute!" Yuna said happily. "I was actually a member of the group that took... what was his name? Kurosaki?"

The group of shinigami suddenly went tense when she uttered those words. Yuna continued sensing she had the upper hand. "He's still alive, King won't let us kill him. But, boy does he scream when you cut him."

She smirked. "You really put all of your faith into him? I mean an associate of mine hit him once and he barely stayed conscious. I almost killed him."

Toshiro heard someone next to him growl in anger, unsurprisingly he found that it was Renji, looking absolutely murderous.

Yuna still pressed on, enjoying the looks of pure hatred she was getting. "He's a handsome boy, but he looks positively stunning strung up and helpless to do anything as he's beaten to a bloody pulp. His yelps and whimpers of pain are so cute."

"Roar, Zabimaru!" Came from the group of shinigami before anyone had a chance to stop him the whip-like blade was speeding towards the girl.

Someone stepped foreword and stopped the blade just before it hit Yuna. A man with light brown hair that was long enough to be slicked back had drawn his blade and was standing calmly in front of his Premier with a bored expression.

"My, my." Yuna chuckled. "It seem that I struck a nerve. But it is rather rude to suddenly attack without warning."

Renji yanked back Zabimaru. "Isn't that what you did to Ichigo?"

She tilted her head. "Perhaps. We should talk more after we fight."

Yuna turned around and nodded, her squad leapt towards the person they wanted to fight. Her second in command taking on the red-haired man that attacked her. Another one of her squad members took the captain. She sighed. She observed the man she would be fighting.

Ikkaku watched as the others were quickly picked as opponents. He looked to where the invaders had been standing moments before seeing only the Premier standing there, she looked bored.

"Damn Isamu. Taking the captain for himself." She grumbled. "Though with the power your radiating you're looking more promising than that white haired brat."

Ikkaku felt a sharp flare in her reiatsu. She had drawn her sword and he did the same. "What squad are you from?"

Ikkaku puffed out his chest proudly. "Ikkaku Madarame. Eleventh \division, third seat."

Yuna looked impressed. "The eleventh eh? To be that high of rank in that squad must mean you have some skill. That's what I liked about the eleventh, it was always the most honest of the squads." Though unlike the eleventh she had given each of the races in her squad one person to represent that group in her top seats, instead of basing it on power.

Ikkaku raised his sword getting incredibly uneasy as the Premier started walking toward him, the tip of her blade dragging in the dirt. She had an odd smile on her face and she tilted her head. Then she vanished reappearing with her sword swinging down towards him. 'She's fast!' He thought as he raised his blade to block her. If it had been anyone with less training than him that person would be split in half. He managed to push her back.

She tilted her head once more and a wicked grin spread across her face. She stepped foreword and within a heartbeat she was slashing at his side, it tip of her blade cut his robes but left him otherwise unscathed, partly because it was going to be a shallow cut and the other part was Ikkaku had shifted at just the right moment.

She was behind him, and he turned around to face her. "Will you truly not raise your blade against me? It makes you easier to kill, which I don't mind. But as a high ranking officer of the eleventh will you die like a dog and not fight? What would your Captain say?"

Ikkaku growled at the back of his throat. She was right he would die if he didn't go on the offensive but yet she was still a girl. Though being in eleventh it was worse to turn down a good fight, which she clearly was, and if she was the one to take Ichigo down it could prove interesting to see how much power she really wielded.

His battle craze smirk broke out across his lips. He raised Hozukimaru and Yuna's grin grew. "So you will fight me?"

"You look strong. I like a good challenge." Ikkaku shrugged.

"Then we are of the same mind." Yuna raised her sword. "But I really want to fight the white haired kid."

Ikkaku raised an eyebrow. "Getting distracted?" He rushed towards her.

Yuna lazily raised her sword. "Slow."

Ikkaku swung again and again trying to get an opening. At one point his blade bounced off of hers and cut her arm. She looked surprised to be injured and Ikkaku followed through with a lunge that was easily deflected.

"How bothersome. Now I'll never hear the end of it from Daichi." She stuck her sword into the dirt once more. "Let's end this quickly."

She drug the blade an inch or so then muttered "Consume, Jigoku no Tsubasa!" The sword grew into an axe. "I won't use its ability on you. You're and eleventh member, like I used to be, never high up in the seats, but I was one of the only female members, at the time at least."

Ikkaku's eyes widened at the information. Based on the very limited reports they had gotten he knew they were facing shinigami like opponents but to learn that at least one of them was an actual member, of the eleventh no less, was like a punch to the gut. "Grow Hozukimaru!"

Ikkaku's blade extended into a spear. They were both fighting with large two handed weapons. Ikkaku lunged foreword, a battle cry tearing through his lips. Yuna lunged foreword as well brandishing her axe.

Yumichika stared off towards the area he had just left. He felt Ikkaku's and the girl's reiatsu spike. He had faith in Ikkaku's strength, but the girl's reiatsu was impressive, and she was most likely a skilled warrior.

His opponent on the other hand was downright ugly. The man had a poorly shaved head, in fact there were random clumps of hair sprouting up through his scalp, the rest of his head was bald. It was everything Yumichika could do from cracking right up on the spot.
Another one of the things that made him unusual to the rest of his squad, he was able to keep a cool head in battle, most of the time at least, sometimes he might get carried away but then doesn't everyone. He thought it was unbeautiful to fight with such tactlessness.

The two of them stayed staring at each other, with their swords drawn, but neither of them making the first move. Then Yumichika's challenger came flying towards him. In all honestly it was an easily blocked strike, the handler of the blade was inexperienced. He was holding the blade too tight and he was striking awkwardly and heavily. All Yumichika had to do was step to the right slightly and dodge the blade.

"What an unbeautiful strike." Yumichika stated dryly.

The man gritted his teeth and attacked again, once more it was only a step to the side to avoid the hit. Yumichika dully wondered if he was here because they wanted to get rid of such a poor swordsman.

Yumichika swung his sword down at his opponents exposed shoulder. Striking it he heard the familiar sound of metal meeting flesh. He swung his blade to the side allowing the blood to run off the tip.

Yumichika sighed, he wasn't one for holding back his insults during battle. "Honestly, you aren't fit to fight a member of the eleventh. A fourth squad member is a better fight than you."

The man leapt away observing his wound. "Provoke, Ikari!" The katana burst into a blinding red light, and then as the light dissipated, Yumichika saw that the sword was now a hand cannon.

He arched an eyebrow. He was not unfamiliar with the human's and their cannons and he knew what they did, so he was weary of the weapon, because his opponent was now confident in his stance and he knew how to use this weapon.

It dawned on Yumichika that this wasn't a shinigami, any decent shinigami would know how to wield a sword, but this guys reiatsu was something he wasn't familiar with. It was weak, to him at least, and he was ratty. Even the most unkempt of shinigami weren't this tacky, Yumichika should know being in the eleventh.

"Who are you?" Yumichika inquired, he honestly didn't care who this guy was but it could prove to be vital information.

"Goro Bando." Goro replied. "And you?"

Yumichika scoffed. "An ugly person like yourself asking me for my name? All you need to know is that I'm the fifth seat in the eleventh squad."

Goro looked unimpressed and didn't care about Yumichika's lack of manners towards him. Instead he lifted the hand cannon and aimed it towards Yumichika. "Whatever, you'll just die a no name then."

Yumichika laughed haughtily. "Do you think you can kill me?"

Goro said nothing. He fired his hand cannon Yumichika dodged easily and rushed foreword. He plunged his blade into Goro's chest. He felt the blade push through to the other side, he had killed the man and there was nothing nobody could do to keep him alive.

Yumichika pulled his blade out of Goro's quickly cooling body, he sheathed his blade and started to head back towards the park. He was a few steps away when he felt his back heat up, as he was in the process of turning around he saw a large fireball hurling towards him, it was too close to dodge and it hit him in the back. He flew foreword several feet skidding in the dirt.

He groaned as he came to a stop. His back was badly burned and he in was too pain to move more than his head, turning his head he had a poor view of Goro, but he could tell that the other man had released his trump card and he was laying stiller than anyone could if they were alive. Yumichika closed his eyes and let out a painful breath. He hoped that the others would finish their fights as quickly as he could and come and get him.

It wasn't beautiful for him to be laying face down in the dirt injured, not badly, and unable to move. He focused on Ikkaku's reiatsu, just so he could have some sort of comfort, knowing that Ikkaku hadn't died, he noticed that Ikkaku's opponent.. what was her name... Yuna? But her reiatsu was so strong that it actually could overpower Ikkaku's slightly.

Though at least now we have information to work with. Yumichika thought before the pain overwhelmed most of his sense, but he still stayed focused on his long time friend's reiatsu. He did feel the other's reiatsu sporadically flare and then go down.

The battle between Shinigami and foe will continue next chapter, I didn't want to make the chapter overly long that people get scared off by the length and just glance over the chapter. I promise the next one will have a lot of action, also sorry in advance if you wanted Yumi to have more of a fight.

Well, in other news, we've learned a lot about our foes in this chapter, and I feel like I should extend an invitation to my readers. So as you now know there are seven other bad guys, I but there are six slots I have yet to create a character for, so this is my invitation, send me a PM with your character and it will be in the story, I promise you, and it may even be a premier. So send my your characters.

See you all next chapter! ~IF