Woot. Chapter 14. How awesome right? Alrighty, I'm pretty sure this is a late update, so for that I apologize. But on the bright side we will get to meet one of the fan-made premiers that was summited to me. So thanks to Kage Kurai, KageNekoReborn, mer-mer, AngryHtsu, and Dragonheart for reviewing. I love hearing your thoughts and thanks for spending the time to tell me that. I'm glad you all seem to be enjoying the story. Dragonheart, thank you for your feedback, I found it helpful and I hope to have corrected it. As for the mistakes I am trying to catch them but you know how it is, it is hard proofreading your own work because you know what you want to say. Enough with the long Author's Note and onto the story, after the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN BLEACH ONLY THE PLOT AND SOME OF THE OCs

Yuna rolled her eyes when she felt Masao's reiatsu disappear. The king was not going to be pleased with the turn of events. She had felt the seven reiatsus before, the newest one was the shinigami that lurked on the lower levels below them. The other six were the same group. Just before Masao's reiatsu disappeared she sensed an eighth. After evaluating the reiatsu she leapt up with such ferocity that the chair she had been lounging in toppled backwards. She had even startled Osamu, who was just walking into the room after fulfilling her order.

"Premier?" He asked uncertainly.

Yuna didn't hear him or was ignoring him. She was seething, the amount of anger she was feeling was evident in her eyes, normally a russet color with more brown, looked to be redder.

She growled. 'There's no way that she can still be alive!'

Osamu took a small step back. Hoping to avoid his premier's apparent wrath at someone. She strode around her desk, and towards the door, just as she was about to pass her first officer, she stopped. "We've lost a premier."

"Ma'am?"

"Masao's arrogance finally caught up to him. He was claiming he was a god. That will always get you killed."

Osamu nodded and watched as his premier walked through the door slamming it shut. He wondered what got her all stirred up.

Yuna was storming through the hallways, flames licking at her fingers in her anger. She stopped suddenly. Putting out the flame on her finger, she took a deep breath in and let it out. She was still fuming but at least she was dignified about it. She began to walk once more joined by Tadashi.

"You called it. Masao got himself killed." Tadashi looked the tiniest bit saddened by the loss of his friend.

Yuna not in the mood to talk to the Scotsman. "Sad that you lost your fuck buddy?" She snarled.

"No need to be so touchy." Tadashi waved his hands. "We didn't do that anyway. It was completely platonic."

"Whatever." She spoke shortly.

Tadashi shrugged and allowed the older woman to pass by him. He was trailing behind the pissed half-demon. He was just making sure that she wasn't going to burn the hideout down.

They had all felt the disappearance of Masao's reiatsu, they were having a meeting. Unlike the actual Gotei the moment that they knew one of their premiers was dead they had the replacement lined up. It was efficient and they always had thirteen standing by in case of a situation like this. They had to only use one replacement, this would be the second, since their ranks filled up entirely. The first one was Masao actually, so it was fitting indeed.

The two premiers walked into the throne room, as usual Tadashi winced as the light hit his eyes to fast. Yuna didn't seem bothered by it. Probably has some bloody demon eye thing. Tadashi thought bitterly.

They were the first two to arrive. Yuna took her spot, it was right next to the king. She was his second after all. They all knew how Yuna and the King had been the ones to start planning the attack of Soul Society. They had been planning this for well over nine-hundred years. The king had been rouge for fifty years before Yuna joined him.

They also all knew the powers that Yuna had for being a half demon, though nobody knew what she exchanged for them. The two top premier alone would be enough to bring all the shinigami, excluding the vice-captains and captains, to their knees. But Tadashi figured that's what the other eleven were for to bring the entirety of Soul Society down. The plan was being set up as they spoke, or it was already finished, the red-hair really only showed up to meetings and didn't pay much attention.

The King wandered in. He was looking unperturbed by the turn of events, but the two premiers both knew that the slightest infraction of conduct on anything would be sending them on a one way trip to hell. Soon Daichi was walking in, holding the door for Enyo as she walked into the room with a flourish. They both quickly took their positions.

"Masao has died." The king spoke tiredly. "He was killed in battle."

There was a certain way that you went about treating a premier's death. You spoke a few words about them. Buried them if you had a body, or burned them, and then the new premier would come in. It was a full twenty minutes before the speaking finally ended. The King summoned one of the random minions running around the throne room to bring him water. Once he set his glass down, the others knew that it was almost time to welcome their new premier.

"As you know we have a vacancy." Sachio sighed. "The successor of the Hollow Cell's leadership, and the owner of the right to rename the cell, has been chosen. Please turn to welcome our new Premier."

The side doors opened deliberately. The premiers turned to see who it would be. The first thing that the premiers noticed was the large scythe that was somehow strapped to her back. The shadows that were cast from the large window seemed to be wrapping around the new premier. The figured didn't seem to mind however. As they drew closer, features were becoming more and clearer. The eyes were a deep red, though they couldn't see much more of her face as it was covered by a black cloth. Her black bangs, which looked nearly blue in the lighting hung over her right eye. He hair hung down to her shoulders, pencil straight.

She gave a slight bow to the other premiers. They returned the bow out of politeness. Yuna leaned up to whisper in Daichi's ear, the one he still had. "She gives me the creeps."

Daichi nodded. The female didn't seem to notice the interaction between the elder shinigami, as her attention was focused on the King.

Sachio cleared his throat. Returning the attention back to him. "I'd like you all to meet the newest Premier. Kurai Kage."

There were murmured greetings. Kurai inclined her head once more to them. Enyo made a face, she didn't like how quiet this ex-shinigami was being.

Sachio cleared his throat. Obviously not expecting the silence from the girl. "Right. Premier Kage… will you keep the same name for your cell, or will you change it?"

Kurai seemed to be thinking it over. Not that the other premiers would know what was going on in the woman's head. "The Justice Cell." She spoke finally, though her voice barely carried over to the King's ears.

"The Justice Cell? Then that is what it shall be." Sachio proclaimed.

Kurai nodded. She didn't speak for the rest of the meeting having taken Masao's old spot next to Tadashi. The redhead looked uncomfortable next to the quiet girl. After all the formalities were finished. The king adjourned the meeting.

"Enyo, you wing is closest to the former hollow cell's. Take Premier Kage there."

The Grecian looked affronted that she would be asked to do something so menial, and with a newbie at that. She bowed her head gracefully however knowing full and well that the King did not need a reason for him to remove her head from her neck.

"Miss Kage. Please follow me." Enyo spoke, false politeness dripping from her voice.

She turned and started to head out of the throne room, she had to check to see if the other was following her. To her surprise the other shinigami was behind her by just a few feet. She was moving so silently. It was unnerving. Enyo noticed that the girl was not wearing the typical shinigami sandals but black flats. They were made out of soft leather that didn't even cause the floor to creak.

The two females walked in utter silence as they reached the cell where the teenager was being held. Kurai stopped and tilted her head. Enyo looked behind her and saw the other was stopped.

"A traitor is in there." Enyo lied effortlessly.

Kurai seemed to take the news as the truth and started to walk once more. Enyo sighed in relief, she didn't trust the new premier just yet. She knew nothing about Kurai. They walked a little further until they reached a fork in the hallway. Enyo pointed towards the right one. "That's your wing."

With her job complete the beautiful woman turned around and walked off to her own wing. Kurai turned to walk down to her wing. She needed to evaluate the Cell which she would now be leading. The hall was filled with massive painting, all of them depicted varying things, though they were all about hollows. She noted with interest that when she walked by a frame it changed to a depiction of justice. The hallway was also forming itself so that it would create the most shadows instead of being a pet house for hollows.

Interesting. She thought.

22 Days since Ichigo went missing…

The seven shinigami were setting up camp for the night. Toshiro was supervising the setting up, they were using the tents that set themselves up when they were infused with reishi. The mood the previous few nights was tense, and any attempt to lighten the mood was thwarted due to someone bringing up the orange haired shinigami which made Rukia, Renji, or Toshiro get into a different mood.

Though Rukia reported that they're about a day's travel from the bottom of Los Noches. The group seemed to have covered more distance today than they had in the previous days. Now as they all sat around they were joking, laughing, and being boisterous like normal. All but Toshiro who was lost in thought and Ashido who looked lost as Ikkaku talked about this one time he and his drinking buddies went out. Ashido had no idea who any of the people were. Rukia took pity on him finally and was talking to him about something. They were huddled together.

Toshiro looked up as his vice-captain joined him, he was away from the group enjoying time to himself which was a luxury.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

Rangiku was looking over to where Rukia and Ashido where. She had a pout on her face. "I always thought that she'd go for Ichigo."

Toshiro followed the busty woman's gaze. He shrugged. "They're just talking."

Rangiku faux gasped. "Captain! They're so close together though! They don't need to be that close do they?"

"Maybe not, but they could be doing this out of politeness so they aren't disturbing the other's conversation."

Rangiku sat down. "You aren't romantic."

Toshiro arched an eyebrow, knowing that his vice-captain wasn't in her serious mode. He was sure to get an overly exaggerated tale of something in a few seconds.

Sure enough the vice-captain opened her mouth. "When I first heard that Ichigo broke into Soul Society for her my first thought was they must be dating. But the way the act around each other it lacked the passion that it should've, it was actually more of a best friend atmosphere. Then I thought that it was because the feelings were there but they were acknowledged. But now I see the chemistry between these two and I wonder if those two don't have something going on. Ichigo will be heartbroken!"

Toshiro sighed. "What makes you think that Ichigo likes her?"

"I don't know. He hasn't dated anyone, nor had his first kiss so obviously he is holding out for someone."

"How'd you get that information?" Toshiro questioned.

"Rukia." Rangiku spoke confidently.

Toshiro thought that it was actually kind of nice that Ichigo hadn't been the typical teenage boy and taken any offer that came his way. It was nice to find a human with morals like that. He must've been raised in a good home, Toshiro decided. Something welled up inside of him, he couldn't discern the emotion, but he knew that it was affectionate feeling, and he figured it was toward Ichigo since he was the topic of the moment. Though he felt strange when he thought about Ichigo being with someone but he wasn't sure what he could call it, he felt like it was jealousy. The white-haired captain figured that it couldn't be. Why would he be jealous if Ichigo was with someone? Maybe it was envy, that the orange haired teen that was way younger than him was about to find solace in the arms of another. And that other not being me!

Toshiro's eyes widened. He wasn't entirely sure why he had thought that, and it was completely uncalled for. He shook his head, earning him a strange look from Rangiku, who had been going on about something.

"It's nothing."

"Okay, whatever you say Captain."

The two fell into a silence. Watching the group talk about something that evidentially was upsetting to Yumichika and hilarious to Ikkaku. Those two really are inseparable. Thought the young captain. He couldn't remember a time when the two weren't within each other's sensing range. It was really intriguing that they had somehow managed to do everything together. From entering the academy, to getting in trouble at the same time because they broke the same rule. They also balanced each other out. Ikkaku was a hot-head and acted without thought, while Yumichika was calm and gave some thought into his actions.

Rangiku noticed his staring. "They are an interesting pair, aren't they?"

Toshiro looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Yeah."

"The woman's association had a betting pool on them getting together once. Nobody won."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, people were saying that they were together and that they were attempting to, or they were together but decided it would be better if they stayed friends."

Toshiro rolled his eyes, he had heard the rumors about the Woman's Association, but he hadn't thought that they were true. He thought he'd indulge his Vice-Captain slightly. "Then what are they?"

"They're best friends. They haven't ever been lovers." She shrugged.

The careful wording of the sentence made Toshiro wonder if Rangiku wasn't still determined that they would get together. Someone help us should she be right.

The two sat in silence once more before everyone decided that it would be best if they all turned in for the night and got an early start in the morning.

Sleeping wasn't very comfortable, the shinigami could feel the sand shifting below them and it made their beds uneven. There was an odd wind that would blow every once and while and it carried anguished cries with it. No one bothered to ask if they were human or hollow, they knew it was both and the preferred not to think about what could've happened here without the shinigami's knowledge, or whatever atrocities that Aizen committed in this world.

Morning came sooner than they had thought. The sun was unusually bright and the sands oddly still. The shinigami went about packing the campsite back up, and Ashido scouted ahead for a path that didn't look to treacherous for those with less stable footing.

They were off an hour after they awoke. Toshiro wished that there was a way that they would be able to actually tell what time it was. He knew it was morning but that was about it. They walked for what was assumed another three hours before they stopped for a break. They could've shunpoed all the way to Los Noches, and they really should've, if they treated this as a race against time, but the Captain had thought it best that the group take frequent breaks so they weren't tired and it wouldn't hinder them in the long run.

Renji sat further away from the group than normal. Waiting wasn't his style he preferred doing something and he really just wanted to save Ichigo as soon as possible to save him from more pain. The tattooed man tried to be optimistic but sometimes he failed miserably and this was one of those times. He knew that the orange-haired teen had been in pain. The Neo-Gotei didn't seem like the ones to just hold their prisoners captive and not do anything with them, like Aizen had with Orihime. That blue-haired girl had said as much anyway. Renji just wanted to get to the anomaly and through it, this time he'd be the one to save Ichigo and not the other way around.

When Renji had first met the teen he honestly thought that he was annoying and was too insignificant to die by his captain's blade, but when the teen had stormed into Soul Society wielding his annoyingly huge Zanpakuto around like a toy, Renji had thought that he was too annoying but it was a good chance for revenge. That was the one thing that he admired about Ichigo, there were many things that Ichigo should be admired for, but it was the fact that it was never out of revenge.

Renji looked over to the castle, it was becoming more and more visible the only sign of their struggles. It felt like they were walking in pace because the desert looked the same. He didn't think that he could handle not having a visual marker in this world.

A little while later they were walking once more. By the time the sun was setting most of the base was visible. They had slowed down because Rukia warned of the guardian that would rise out of the sand. Though he was weak against ice and water type attacks, they had two powerful ice-zanpakuto in the group, the shinigami did not want to be taken off guard by the creature and risk getting injured.

They were nearly to the base when the guard rose up. Just as he was beginning his speech two separate ice attacks were flying in the air and hitting him in the face and chest. Rukia and Toshiro both looked pleased that the possible delay had been shortened immensely. Ashido stood there awkwardly not sure that he should be amazed or frightened of the two ice-wielders.

They pressed on, but it was getting too dark to continue any further. They were a half an hour away from the base of the castle and they thought that it wouldn't be bad to start a little later, after all they didn't want any nasty surprises waiting for them.

Inside his office Sachio was pacing. The shinigami had headed towards Los Noches, which worked in his favor because the base was actually across Hueco Mundo so even if they did find him it would take a long time for them to reach him and his premiers.

Though he was discomforted by the fact that they had figured out what world his base was in and so quickly. He didn't know what the shinigami were capable of. He stopped and stared out of the window. He had waited a long time for this invasion and he wasn't about to let the chance slip. The war with Aizen was such a short time ago, Soul Society would still be in relative chaos as they struggled to rebuild. They were also down three captains, and temporarily down four. Now would be the perfect time to strike. The plan was ready he just needed permission to move into action now instead of the original date they decided.

Yet he didn't want the plan to fail because he rushed it because of a something so slight. Though he hadn't expected Masao to be killed either but that was not from the shinigami, Yuna had told him that she felt another reiatsu near the area that Masao's vanished in, and that it was no shinigami.

The pale man suddenly had a whim and acting on that whim he walked out of his room and towards the place where the teen was being held. He wanted to look at the boy himself, he hadn't seen him since he went comatose and he felt like he was long overdue for a visit.

He reached the room in a record time and swung the door open. There on the bed that they had laid him one was the perfectly still Ichigo. The wounds he had sustained were slowly healing, Tadashi had stopped the bleeding finally. Sachio was also aware that the wounds wouldn't heal fully until the infection was gone. The male wanted the teen's body as weak as possible. The muscle that the teen had when he first came was deteriorating at a fast pace, and the teen was thinning quickly. The only thing that was really keeping him alive was whatever was in that IV bag hanging from his arm.

Sachio had spent the later part of a century creating a poison that would do just what was happening. It cause the target to become hyper-alert something that lasted until death. It also sped up the body deterioration. Sachio knew that if there was any chance to still get the hollow out, he wouldn't complain if the boy lived and they had the hollow, the hollow needed to have a soul and body that was too weak to fight back.

The King of the Neo-Gotei was well aware of the strength the teen was known to possess. He also knew that the teen hadn't reached his full potential. Most shinigami's potential is reached when they were twenty-five or so in age, they could be strong beforehand but about that age was when they were decided to be at their maximum. It was that age that they were also allowed to become eligible for seats. Obviously there were a few exceptions to that rule, but in majority. Then again age was relative in Soul Society some people never age and some never stop aging or they all aged a different paces. Either way the boy was still a teen and therefore hadn't reached his full power.

Sachio wasn't embarrassed to admit that the thought scared him. That there was so much raw power given to one boy who was unable to wield it successfully. But the hollow, now it would be at its max power at day one. Hollows weren't known for their restraint, and with his zanpakuto, he'd be able to control the monster that the teen had inside of him.

His eyes were running over Ichigo's marred body. He noticed that the hair was getting longer. He remembered something about how the hair had been amazingly long when he had killed Aizen. That detail was not important. Sachio smiled scarily and started to head towards the door.

No, he wouldn't rush the invasion foreword they would commence with phase one soon. The premiers would undoubtedly be ready for the plan then. If they weren't he'd kill them.

He knew the plan would work, the only wild card that had been thrown at them was the winter war which had worked in their advantage in the long run.

Soul Society would be thrown into chaos once more as they were attacked from an outside force and from their own ranks. They would crumble within a month of the final phase. The King had everything worked out.

Walking down a random hallway he saw a painting of Soul Society. With a smug grin on his face he spoke out loud. "I'm back, and there is nothing you can do about it old man."

He started walking once more. "There is nothing you or your court guards can do to fight me. Not when you don't know what hit you."

The king vanished around a corner, failing to notice a particular russet-eyed girl. The girl was sitting on an arch support, it was hanging from the ceiling and made a very good perch.

"Things should get interesting." The girl spoke silently. "But I can always throw a kink into the plan should it get boring."

How was that? I hope you all enjoyed it. We're starting to see hidden objectives and the team is getting closer! Now it is time for your chapter 15 preview. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

24 days since Ichigo went missing

The man in the striped hat stood in front of the Kurosaki Clinic. It had been nearly a month since the eldest Kurosaki had been declared missing. The excuse of a class trip worked for at least two days, three at the most. The man looked at the front door. He knew Isshin wasn't a man that was shook easily, and that his son gone for this long wouldn't bother him. The man had debated with himself for a long while trying to debate as to whether or not he should inform the ex-captain. The researcher had told himself that he would only inform Isshin if it got bad, and since he had lost contact with the away squad, he figured that it got bad.

Steeling his resolve he walked to the front door and knocked. Praying that the father would be the one to answer. It looked as though his prayers would be answered when a familiar spike hairdo appeared from beyond the door.

"Welcome to the Kurosaki clinic!" The voice chimed. "What can we do-."

Isshin stopped midsentence when he saw who it was. "What do you want?"

Also the new premier as I said before was from a fan. Kage Kurai! If you sent one in don't worry they'll be appearing later, and if not in the sequel, which is most certainly going to happen. So bear with me until then, 'kay?

There you all are. I know some people have been talking about Ichigo's father and I finally found a place to put him in? Isn't that peachy? As always leave your thoughts below and anything else. Now off to finish chapter 15, and if you all behave I may be able to update early. Also I have an instagram account that I use for my fanfictions and other things, its under the same name, unsurprisingly. Later! ~IF