"Byakuya~" Koji cried out, glomping his dear old friend from behind causing the Sixth Company Captain to spill the ink all over the place. "It's been so long~"

"Koji..." Byakuya closed his eyes breathing slowly as he moved Koji's arms off of him. "We just saw each other not long ago."

"I know but," Koji rolled onto the ground lying next to him in the puddle of ink. "It feels like it's been like nearly three years."

"It's hardly been three hours." Byakuya sighed.

"Yeah, but dude you don't understand." Koji rolled to the side to stare at his friend. "During my daily 4th nap I had a horrible nightmare. The Quincy's came out of nowhere, slaughtering everyone. Old Man Yama, Sasakibe, hell even you got fucked up pretty bad by yourself."

Byakuya rose an eyebrow. "What?"

"Yeah this really weird chick... or dude, I dunno, but she stole your Bankai and turned it against you." Koji sighed staring up at the sky, "The worst part was, I wasn't even there."

"What do you mean?" Byakuya turned fully to his friend in curiosity.

"Instead of me, 9th division was led by that guy who used to man it, the guy who's now a Visord." Koji snapped his fingers thinking of the name. "Uh... Kensei. was his name?"

"Ridiculous." Byakuya shook his head at his friends fantasies.

"You know what the weirdest part was I wasn't even that I was just replaced. I didn't even exist. I couldn't interact with anyone. I couldn't help the Old Man, I couldn't assist you in over powering the Quincy, it was as if I wasn't even there. It was... surreal." Koji stared up at the ceiling, rubbing his eyes as he felt ears well up. "I don't know, it's just getting me to question whether or not I actually exist or have a purpose outside of my daily routine, you know what I mean?"

"No." Byakuya stated simply.

"You're so cruel..." Koji whined.

Byakuya patted his friends head. "I deal with you having an existence crises every other week. You've dulled me to it." Byakuya stood up, looking down on his friend, "Just remember, no matter how much you think you don't exist, there are people who appreciate you, bad pranks and attitude aside." Byakuya turned and opened his door, letting the light from outside shine in, nearly blinding the two. "Look, Koji. I's a brand new day, and we have all the time in the world." Byakuya stepped outside, letting the sunbathe him. "If you want to prove that you're real then go out and make it happen."

"Byakuya..." Koji smiled weakly. "You're right... Sorry for acting like an ass. I'll replace the ink I spilled." Koji leapt to his feet, waking over to Byakuya and patting his back. "You're right... I need to spend less time moping and more time doing! Thanks man! I'll see you around."

Byakuya let out a huff as Koji shuppo'd away. Byakuya eyes widened as he walked back inside, greeted by a message in the spilt ink:

'THE HIATUS IS OVER!'

Alright, it has been a while since I typed something for this. See I actually lost interest in Bleach and only recently got back into it thanks to a certain crossover fic I read with Bleach in it. Honestly, this is what I think I do best, one-shots with slight continuity. I don't have the attention span or the time to write out a convoluted plot or compelling story for fanfiction, but the people who can get my ever lasting respect. So expect new chapters for the rest of the year. New adventures, new struggles, and more of Byakuya being tortured for your sick amusement. My goal for 2015? Get a TvTropes page for BahW. Man I can't believe it's been almost three years. Well that just means you now get a jolt of better writing and better humor(I hope) Regardless, thank you for all of your support and if you have anything to criticize or if you just what to show appriciation, leave a review and receive a hug! Not really, but you should still review anyways. With that said, this is Air Siren, signing off.