[35 years later ~ Agito's about 23 years old]

"Do you understand Agito?" asked Aizen. A small smile crossed my lips.

"Of course Aizen," I replied. He waved me off and I retreated to Octava's lab. When I arrive he was experimenting on one of his poor fraccion. I dismiss the screams of pain and knock on his desk.

"What is it? Can you see I'm in the middle of-"

"Oh I'm sure that you are very busy Octava but it seems like I'm in the need of a gigai. Got one for me?" I couldn't stock the mockery in my voice. Of course he has one for me.

"Ah, yes, yes. Come over here," Octava left his experiment and went to a corner. I followed after him, not minding the pleas for help from his fraccion. Octava came back, dragging a gigai behind him.

"Here you go. One fully operative gigai especially made for you. He tossed the contraption into the air. I caught it and wasn't even mildly disturbed at the fact I was pretty much carrying a life sized doll of myself.

"I trust that this gigai isn't rigged with any malfunctions Octava."

"Are you doubting my ability?" He hissed, turning back around at me. I just sent him a smile, telling him exactly what I was thinking.

"If this gigai isn't to my approval, it's your life's work I'm coming for next Szayelaporro Granz," I threatened before walking out. I tossed the gigai over my shoulder and walked out, leaving him to his devices. As I walked down the halls to my room to pick up a few things, Grimmjow came up and started walking beside me.

"When do you think you're coming back?" he asked.

"Give or take 14-15 years. Aizen is just taking necessary precautions to evade complications to his master plan."

"Necessary precautions my ass. You don't send a Comadante out in a little double agent mission so early in the war. Aizen's up to something."

"Do you really think I'd know why Grimmjow?" I hissed before opening my bedroom door. Once there, I ignore Ulquiorra's probing presence and slip inot the gigai. It was uncomfortable at first, like wearing a new pair of shoes that haven't been broken in yet. I adjusted the collar of the black button up shirt I wore and brushed off the lint of my dark blue jeans.

"You mean Aizen still doesn't trust you?" Grimmjow asked.

"Aizen is greedy. He doesn't plan on giving anyone his trust or sharing any power." I walked up to a mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. Over the years, I grew my hair out till its full glory now, reaching my waist in thick wavy locks.

"Grimmjow, hand me your zanpakuto," I said, lifting my hand.

"For what?" I rolled my eyes. With one hand, I gathered as much of my hair as I can.

"I'll give it back just hand me the sword." Grudgedly he hands me the zanpakuto. When he did, I slashed off the locks, my hair once again reverting to that what I once hand when I was younger. There was a difference though. Now that I'm older, my face was sharper. High cheek bones, thin lips, a sharp nose with cunning eyes. Add the short hair and I looked like a lethal weapon. Dangerous, deadly, leathal. I hand back the sword and look back at both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra.

"Grimmjow, train hard. When I come back you better be able to at least surprise me. Ulquiorra, do as you always do," I say before opening a Gargenta and passing through. My destination is the wrold of the living. It's been a long time since I've been there and too be hnest, I don't particulary like it. Humans were more of a pain to deal with than weak souls. At least weak souls can sense exactly who is stronger. Humans are all blind to reiatsu and spirits. When I pass through, I'm on a bridge. I squint my eyes from the sun but try to sense one specific reiatsu signature. When I do find it, I decide to walk since I can't flashstep in this gigai.

As I walk, I take in my surroundings. Last time I was here was probably about 4 years ago in the human world. Nothing much has changed but you can't really expect it in this town. I walked to my destination. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew my target already knows I'm here but he doesn't bother hiding. I knocked on the door patiently [might as well be nice]. The door slides open, revealing a man with his face half hidden behind a mask.

"Well if it isn't Agito Diabolos. It's not everyday I get a customer like yourself."

"And it's not everyday I'll ask for help from the likes of you, Urahara." Urahara, the man that escaped the death penalty and ran from Soul Society into the living world. Everyone knows that he's here but no one dares to capture him. Mostly because he's our emergency supplier out in the human world.

"May I come in?" I ask. Urahara doesn't mave for about 4 seconds before moving to the side. I follow him in and he leads me to a little room were Tenkia, the Commander of the Kido Special corps was preparing tea.

"What is it you need?"

"Forged documents and your ears. I have some new knowledge about Aizen you might want to know about." At the name of Aizen, the room gets colder. My smirk widens and I take a sip of my tea.

"Aizen? Captain of the 5th Company? What about him?" He feigned innocence. I put the tea cup down.

"50 years ago. 10 highly respected and strong Shinigami were forced to undertake an experimentation known as hollowfication. Those experimentswere given your name to it because of all the evidence that pointed directly to you. But we all know who did it. Aizen Sosuke, once a leutenant for the 5th Company and is now Captain. Wouldn't you agree?" Urahara showed nothing but seriousness.

"And how did you obtain this information?"

"Simple, I'm part of Aizen's organization." It didn't take but a split secound for Urahara to have his zanpakuto out and at my throat, glaring at me full of hatred.

"Oh my how scary you are. You didn't even let me finish my tale."

"Urahara," warned Tensai. Urahara took a moment to get himself together and move back.

"As I was saying, I was sworn into his cause after the hollowfication incident. Forced to is more like it. I'm sure that you've heard of nano technology?" He nodded and I continued, "He somehow got ahold of it and was able to inject it into my sister's blood stream. Now, I'm a controlled puppet of his."

"Why are you telling us this?" Tensai asked.

"Aizen is planning something big. I'm not telling you what exactly because I myself don't know. What I do now is that in the end my sister will be in danger because of those nanobots inside her blood stream. When all of this is over I want you to promise to take care of her parasite problem." Urahara flicked out his fan, thinking heavily at the information I shared.

"Pray tell, what exactly are you doing here then if you're a puppet of Aizen's?"

"Don't worry your pretty head. I'll be here for a while so you can watch over me all you want but I'm not here to hurt anybody. I'm mostly here to observe a phenomena. I'm sure you already kow what I mean."

"The birth of a Shinigami and-"

"-and a human. Correct. Aizen hates not knowing important information and when word came to him that there's a special little soul about to be born he just had to put his little fingers in it. I'm sure you understand Aizen's motive to doing so. He's always so nosy," I comment before taking another sip of tea.

"So you're here as his eyes and ears. So why are you meeting with me? How do I know that this isn't some trap? How do I know that you're not lying about your sweet little Rue-chan?" He asked. A small knowing smile crossed my lips.

"She'll prove it to you when this is all over. I don't care whether or not you trust my word now but in the near future, you will. Oh and when can I expect those forged documents Urahara-san?"

"Give me 15 minutes and you got them." He stood up and left the room. I stood up and walked out of the building waiting patiently outside. It didn't take long for him to finish up my documents and I left the shop, hopefully to never again to return to a place a scorn.

...

[6 years later]

"Stance 1!"

"Hiya!" came the cry of 9 little 6 year olds in union, moving together as one.

"Stanze 2!" They all moved together in sync. as I paced in front of them. I yelled, "Stanze 3!" They all moved but little Ichigo wobbled a bit at the end. I repated the stances until they were nearly perfect. When they were all warmed up, I clapped my hands together.

"Okay! Who wants to be my example?" A few brave souls raised their hands.

"Tatsuki! Come on up," I waved her over. Little Tatsuki was a spunky girl with some real talent in hand-to-hand combat. She was one of the best female 6 year olds out there and I'll have to admit that it's a joy training her. Since I was so tall, I got on my knees so I was in eye contact with her. I went in the basic stance.

"Do as I tell you at the very second I tell you okay? Stance 1!" She moved her front arm forward and I moved so she seemingly blocked my 'strike'. "Stance 2!" She moved again and she once again 'blocked' my 'strike'. "Stance 3!" I sent a 'punch' to her shoulder but using the stance, she blocked my 'strike' and using the opposite hand pushed me back. I repeated the process, a little bit faster. I went faster and faster until it could seem like a real 'fight' between us.

"You did well Tatsuki. Get back in line," I ordered. Her bright and hopeful face almost gleamed in excitement. I stood back up and brushed off my uniform.

"Now everyone, get into groups of 2 and wait for instruction." The little 6 year olds chatted excitedly and buzzed around, getting partners. Sadly enough, little ichigo was once again alone.Even if his lip trembled with sadly, he managed to put on a brave face when I went up to him.

"Are you ready Ichigo?" I asked while getting on my knees.

"Hai, Diabolos-sensei!" I nodded my head before moving my hand in a slowmo 'strike'.

"Stance 1!" Little Ichigo was a sweet kid. A head of orange hair made him the scapegoat of my class but every time it came up, I made sure to end it as quickly as possible. He was considerably weaker than my other students physically but I think it's just because he doesn't have the right initiative to get stronger. And quiet honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. If he got stronger, then there's more chance for him to discover his Shinigami abilities [if he had any]. Once he discovers it, Aizen will grow more and more interested with the boy. Ichigo would then be confronted and who knows what will happen. We practice our stances until the first trickles of parents came in to pick up their kids. I let them play around to cool off for the time being before the phone rang.

"This is Diabolos's Dojo how can I be of service?"

"Agito-san!" Came a tired exclamation. I instantly knew the voice and laughed.

"Wait a second, I'll call him over. Ichigo! Your mother's calling!" A smile as bright as day crossed his face and he sprinted his way over.

"Is my sister's here yet? Are they?!" He asked in excitement. Ichigo had been waiting 'patciently for the arrival of his sister who still have 2 months left to go through. I handed him the phone and stood by waiting for the call to end. When he had spoken to his mother, he handed it back to me before running off.

"Hello? You still on?" I asked.

"Oh, yes I'm still here. I just called to tell Ichigo that I can't come to pick him up today. This baby is really troublesome. I thought the cravings were weird when I had Ichigo, you should see what I'm eating now!" I laughed heartily.

"What are you eating now"

"Pickles and red bean paste!" I grimanced. That's just plain disgusting.

"That's too much sodium. Does the father know that you've been sneaking around, eating things you shouldn't be eating? What was the last craving you had with Ichigo? Strawberries dipped in soysauce? And then look what happened, Little Ichigo has orange hair now!" Misaki laughed on the other end.

"I'm sorry of being a bother, I bet you have work right now and here I am telling you about my latest food craving but would you mind taking Ichigo home? I already told him he's coming home with you."

"Sure, I don't mind. I'm sorry Misaki but I'll have to hang up on you right now. I'll talk to you later okay?"

"That's fine, talk to you later!" I hanged up the phone and made sure that everyone had someone to go home with [minus Ichigo]. I cleaned up the dojo and locked up the place.

"Nee, Diabolos-sensei? How did you learn to fight?" Ichigo asked me.

"My older brother. He loved to fight and didn't care if I was a girl. Him and I would wrestle nearly everyday, drove my parents crazy because we kept breaking stuff. I loved fighting with him so I made it my occupation."

"What's your older brother's name?"

"Grimmjow," I said. Okay, so maybe I lied but I partially said the truth. Back in Hueco Mundo him and I would fight hand-to-hand until we couldn't keep our eyes open anymore from exhaustion.

"Tatsuki-chan says that she wants to be like you when she grows up! She wants to be the youngest female national champion in Japan! Then she wants to compete and win a big belt like you did and become a world champion!"

"That's a big dream," I commented.

"Do you think I could be like you?" he asked, his eyes wide and innocent.

"If you work hard enough you can but didn't you want to be like your dad?" Ichigo stuck out his tongue.

"No way! All those germs are icky and my dad's a silly baka!" I laugh along with him. As we neared the house, I can see a suspisious pair of binocular glaring out of the living room window. I put a hand on Ichigo's shoulder.

"Papa bear at 12 0'clock," I warned. On que, Ichigo's father came running out of the house yelling, "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He jumped into the air and tried to glomp Ichigo. Ichigo then side stepped and Isshin landed like a pancake on the cement.

"Stop being a baka, you baka!" I tsked Ichigo.

"The baka can't stop being a baka Ichigo. Because the baka will always be a baka." Ichigo laughed and Isshin grabbed at my ankles.

"You traitor! You're trying to steal my son away from me?!" His accusation somehow stabbed me when he said, 'traitor' but I brushed off the feeling.

"I don't even have to try." I jumped away from his grip, scooped Ichigo up in my arms and carried him away with a strangled warcry.

"NOOOOOOO!!!" Isshin said dramatically. I burst into the house and slammed the door shut.

"Hurry! Get the guns!" I ordered ichigo. He saluted me before running upstairs to his room. I made my way to the livingroom and moved a few dining room chairs to build a minature fort. Ichigo came running back with 2 toy guns in his hands. He handed me one of them and we both waited for Isshin to arrive, guns pointed at the door. The door burst open.

"RELEASE THE HOSTAGE!!!"

"RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT!!!" Ichigo and I screamed out, pulling the triggers of the guns and they lit up colors and did their own sound effects. Isshin dramatically acted the part of the shot up human before falling to the floor. Ichigo and I laughed and he made his way over to the 'dead' person.

"We win! Victory is ours!" Isshin yelled before grabbing Ichigo and spinning him in the air. Ichigo squealed in both surprise and delight.

"What's going on down here?" Coming down the staircase was pregnaut Misaki. At only 7 months in term, she was larger than the normal pregnaut woman. Isshin could only guess that it's either gonna be a really fat baby or twins. He can't know for certain because Misaki wants it to be a total surprise on the special day. It's not even official if she's gonna have a girl, Ichigo just wants a baby sister.

"Oh nothing much. Ichigo just won a war but then zombie warriors appeared out of no where," I answered.

"Okay, make sure to don't break anything and keep th noise level down. you might upset the neighbors."

"Just wait until the baby come Misaki, this place will be full of even more noise."

"Oh I hope not. Would you like to stay for dinner Agito-san? I'm cooking curry," she tried to persuade me.

"No thank you. I got a date." I grinned. Ichigo scurried over to me.

"You're going on a date Diabolos-sensei? With who?" I chuckled.

"Just an old friend of mine."

"Make sure he treats you nice! If he doesn't, he'll have to go through me!" Ichigo puffed out his chest. I laughed along with Isshin and Misaki. I made my way out the door and headed back home. I now lived in a comfortable 1 bedroom apartment that was in the city on the 20th floor. It was small, quiet and was strategically placed in the middle of everything. When I walk in, I flicked on the lights to reveal the golden eyes of a cat.

"Aren't you early?" The cat's tail swished in annoyance.

"You're late," the cat replied. I dumped my keys on the kitchen counter before reheating last night's take out.

"So what have you been up to for the past 91 years?"

"Less than what you've been up to," the cat replied, it's manly voice demanding my attention.

"I assume you first spoke with Urahara-san before coming here?"

"I have." When my food was done microwaving, I pulled it out and began to eat.

"Want some?" I asked around a mouthful of fried chicken.

"I want to discuss a more serious matter with you Agito," the cat hissed.

"Then talk. The faster you talk, the faster I answer and the faster you can return to your beloved Urahara-san's shop." The black cat's fur bristled at my tone.

"Do you know of anything more of what Aizen is planning?"

"Of course I do but for the sake of Rue's life I won't disclose any information," I replied. A puff of smoke later, I was gripping the fist of a dark skinned naked woman I know and trained under.

"Would you put a life above the greater good?" she hissed at me.

"No. But this isn't any life you're talking about. This is my twin sister."

"If we take the necessary precautions we can get both you and Rue-chan out of Aizen's hold and you can tell us everything we need to know to take that sucker down."

"You think I haven't thought of every possiblity to get out? Of course I have! Aizen is keeping a close watch on Rue and if she even dares step foot into the world of the living alone or to disappear completely, he will kill her faster than you can take the nanobots out of her blood." She gritted her teeth before backing off.

"You shouldn't have brought attention to yourself..."

"That's bullshit and you know it. There is no possible way for me not to stop this other than rip Aizen's throat out. This little game of war has only just begun." We were silent. There was nothing that could be said to ease the tension. And truthfully, I don't think anybody could scream loud enough to break it.