For a long time I was unmotivated about this story so it went for hiatus. Now I feel like writing it again. If I have made you wait too long for this I apologize. If you see this update and that makes you happy please review.

thanks for your patience.

Renji couldn't believe the fun he was having. Who knew chasing Frisbees and tennis balls before catching them in his jaws and returning them to his owners could be so much fun. As soon as the thought entered his head he started shaking it. Owners? They weren't his owners. Before worry or panic could set in Isumi loudly called for him and the thought slipped away like water through a sieve.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by a certain former captain of the 2nd Division. Perched from her vantage point she had seen Renji stop in his tracks. The concentrated reiatsu had been turbulent before going back to its original exuberant state. 'I have to report to Keisuke. Something is definitely going on. The sooner we find out the better it is for everyone involved.'

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Momo was currently cursing so colourfully that even rainbows were less colourful than her speech. The last several months had been hell for her. First the man she had loved and respected so much had turned out to be traitor. She would have used the word backstabber but Aizen was more of a frontstabber who hugged and then stabbed you. 'Maybe it would be better to call him hug-stabber.' she thought.

After her two week long stint at the hospital she had been promoted to Acting-Captain. She wasn't ready for the deluge of transfer requests and the sheer workload. The morale had crashed. Before Aizen-Gate (As labelled by the Seireitei Weekly), the 5th Division had been a proud one, they had a great captain and lieutenant, many of their former members were in good posts or were in the Kido corps and they were one of the largest divisions. Afterwards they were investigated with long hours of questioning by the 2nd Division. Momo herself was suffering from PTSD and depression. She probably would have crashed if it hadn't been for her friends who looked after her and even did much of the work for her. Getting stabbed by her hallucinating friends was exponentially worse than being hug-stabbed by Aizen.

And now Aizen was back. In her life. Threatening to stab her with a pin that to her tiny body looked like a javelin. So here she was walking down in the sewers with Aizen behind her.

'I have got to escape.' she thought.

"Hinamori-kun I am glad that you are useful to me again." said Aizen.

"I wish I wasn't."

"Well if you weren't you would be dead. I want information and if you know what's good for you, you will cooperate. Now who messed up?"

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