Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters. The only one I take credit for is Arashi Tanaka. (Hope you enjoy this edited and revised version)

Also, I'm editing this story as I've said on my Bio, so the chapters that I'm editing are going to be taken down and then put back up when I'm done with them. The story is going to change a little, because as I've said, it moved too fast.

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Any day was mimicking the previous within the 11th Division. There was sparring, and lots of it, with these fight loving almost ungodly members was practically intolerable between the Gotei 13. Brutes, most of the Soul Society called them, lying around doing no work at all, that is, if you want to count sparring as "no work". Most of the time this really got the Division in trouble, but no one ever really did anything about it besides Yumichika. However, one of the 11th's oldest members, Arashi Tanaka, seemed to start taking a little responsibility into her hands and started to fill out paperwork for the 11th, surprisingly enough to her, Yumichika helped her with the process. As soon as Arashi got the hang of things, they started doing their own things privately, but Yumichika sometimes covered for her. Numerous times they almost got caught by the Captain, it never really occurred to the both of them that they would actually have to hide from the Zaraki, but, what ever went right within the Division? The two managed though. It was never Yumichika's delight to go out and deliver the work they both almost strived to protect, but Arashi didn't seem to mind, she was more than happy to. The woman was a very social person, she never enjoyed being without others, so it became even more of a delight to her when she was able to meet with other Divisions.

The days went on normally enough for Arashi; spar with the Division members, train herself, fill out and deliver paperwork, spar more, then collapse into bed and fall asleep waiting for the day to repeat itself. Nothing at all exciting in the least.

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A small tired noise escaped one of the many sleeping members of the 11th Division, a sign to show that she was waking up. There was a stir in one of the beds as a figure rose to sit up in it, curly steel gray hair flowed down the back, often easily mistaken to be called "Silver" which was something that the woman hated, considering it was darker than silver. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched with a sigh. Dark, misty gray and green eyes searched for any sign of any other members that were already up. It didn't seem likely that any were, because, as she glanced at the time, it read six o'clock in the morning. The sun not had even broken through the windows yet. She bothered to glance up at the sky and noted that it was especially cloudy this morning. Another sigh escaped her, heavier than the first one and she agreed with the time that it was too early to get up to start the day, but once she was up, she was up, there was no going back to sleep. Slowly, Arashi rose to her feet, her skinny 5'11 frame swaying slightly as she did so, but, she steadied herself and then went to go get dressed for the day ahead of her.

Her shinigami uniform was unique in a way; the white and thin kimono that was traditionally tucked under the thicker black part was shown, and the ebony kimono that went over top of it was cut sleeveless, as well as basically topless from the sternum up. The white kimono hardly clung to her frame at all, which left it billowy and free, however the black was just the opposite as it grasped and wished to stick to her body as a second skin. Arashi's traditional ivory layer was low cut, but her restricting top covered up half the goods, with the downside of it squeezing her breasts together. The hakama was also very loose on her; however the ends were tucked into black boots, so they didn't get in the way. Her Zanpakuto had a pure black handle and a guard that had several spikes coming out from it, but no piece to guard the spikes from accidentally jabbing someone, or herself, which happened on occasion. She looked out the window again and noted that, if anything, looked lighter. She decided that now would be a good time to probably get some paperwork delivered while the Captain was sleeping. The steely haired woman rushed to put on her Zanpakuto, which was strapped across her lower back for swift unsheathing, and her sandals, she then took off after getting the paperwork for the first five Divisions, she wouldn't push her luck and try to pull off all thirteen this morning.

As the morning icy air hit her, she felt more at ease. It was the middle of winter and the coldest time of the year, she loved it. Arashi felt as though she shouldn't take her time in enjoying the morning since she was in a bit of a hurry. She hurried first to the first four Divisions; most of the other Division's Captains were awake and accepted the paperwork from her, and however she felt that she could accidently wake up a Captain, which would leave her embarrassed. To her relief Aizen was awake also, so she crept up to his office door and knocked on the door. Captain Aizen opened the door and smiled once he saw Arashi she returned it, blushing slightly, "Well, this is a surprise, good morning Arashi, might I help you with something? Ah, wait," He paused to look at the paperwork in her arms, "Those are for me aren't they? Darn, and here I thought that I'd be able to escape it." He chuckled, moving to the side to invite her in.

"Oh, sir, I couldn't- I'm just here to deliver your papers." She protested quietly, handing out the papers for him to take.

"But won't you? I'm awfully lonely this early in the morning. I'm even going to make some tea, please, come inside." He offered, placing a hand in the small of her back and gently pushing her forward to encourage her inside. Arashi blushed even more and sighed, giving in and walking into his office. It was quaint, and had a very homey feel inside. It was also warm; the art on the wall was all of some form of nature which added a peaceful feel to the place. His desk was pushed against the southern part of the wall, paperwork piled on either side and on the top of it. Two bookshelves were placed against the wall behind the desk to balance out. Some were books Aizen probably never read, or in the opposite case, may have read them all multiple times. There were two chairs in front of the desk, comfortable looking so that one couldn't be intimidated in his presence. Arashi looked to the west of the room, seeing a cozy looking couch, it looked as though it matched the chairs. There was also a window above the couch and a couple framed pictures on the wall. She looked to the opposite of the room and saw a decently big window with a clock above it. Nothing in the room was colorful, just peach colored walls and a hardwood floor, but the way it was set up made it seem very elegant all in all. "Do you like it?" Aizen asked, observing that she was taking an interest in his office.

"It's almost… simple, but at the same time elegant. It has a very welcoming feel to it." She chimed quietly. She still felt slightly embarrassed that she was in front of a Captain, and decently close to him. "A-Are you sure that I shouldn't leave, sir?" She asked politely, he shook his head.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable here; I don't like it when others think that having a Captain as a friend is a crime." He sighed, going over to his desk and sitting down behind it.

"It's understandable though, considering we underlings feel as though we shouldn't be talking to someone of so high a rank." She replied, taking the seat Aizen had offered with his hand.

"Do you feel that way about me, Arashi?" He asked, tilting his head slightly in curiosity.

"Sometimes, Captain Aizen." She admitted, bowing her head slightly in shame.

"You shouldn't, I want to be friends with as many of my subordinates as possible to make the feel like they can trust me, which they can." He retorted lightly, this made her smile.

"That's comforting, coming from you." She replied, leaning back in the chair and shifting her gaze toward the window. The light coming through was brighter now. The office was dimly lit, supported by three, maybe five candles at most.

"Good. I want you to be comfortable." He smiled and crossed his arms on his desk, resting his head on them. Arashi thought it looked awkward and uncomfortable, and the way he was just looking at her, it was almost as if he were trying to learn something. Like she was the teacher and he was the student. She cleared her throat quietly and shifted, this was brought to Aizen's attention and he suddenly snapped up, "Oh. I said I was to make you tea, didn't I? What a bad host I am." He clicked his tongue and sighed in disappointment at himself before standing.

"You are not a bad host; I'm not even a guest, Captain." She spoke up slightly, raising her hand. He looked at her in a confused way,

"But, you are my guest my dear Arashi. I can't have you thinking your not, considering the conversation we had merely seconds ago." He reminded her.

"I didn't think it applied here…"

"It always applies with me, especially with you."

"Captain?" Her voice hitched slightly and unwillingly.

"Nothing, nothing. Forget about it, you are my friend and guest." He didn't let her get anything else in as he literally disappeared into another room to make the tea he had promised he would make. She frowned to herself, her heart beating slightly faster within her chest. What did he mean by especially with her? Was she special to him? No, no that would be absurd and frightening on her part. She considering the males in her Division family, and therefore treated them so. Maybe a high-five here or a slap on the butt there, or on a rare occasion a hug for or from a member. This was alright though, considering that she had indeed known them for a while. She was one of the senior members of the 11th Division; she had been there before Kenpachi Zaraki in the more peaceful days, as in, when they were a better respected Division unlike present time. With other males in other divisions she really didn't interact with them, it was more of a trust issue. However, she trusted her male Captains, as strange as that may be. There was something different about Captain Aizen though, it was as though with the passing months she had grown attached in a way, perhaps even developed a small insignificant crush. But to her, it was just a crush and these things fade away, but Aizen didn't. As time passed and the more she saw Captain Aizen the more this unnatural feeling grew for her, it was nice and yet uncomfortable at the same time. She looked down at her lap and saw that she still had the papers in her arms, so she got up and leaned over the desk to place them down. It startled her when suddenly there was a tea cup in her face as she sat down.

"You're very quiet." She commented, letting out a surprised chuckle.

"The better to sneak up on people; your tea, Arashi." He said in a gentleman manner as Arashi took the cup.

"Thank you, Cap-"

"Please, call me Sousuke."

"How improper…!" Her eyes widened slightly and she took a sip from her tea.

"Well, I don't think it's fair that I get to call you by your first name without you doing the same to me."

"Sir, you're a higher rank than I am." She replied.

"Does it matter?"

"At the very least!" She laughed slightly.

"What have we been talking about the majority of our time together this morning?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"It undoubtedly applies here, Captain. It's rude for me to call you by your first name." She said seriously.

"I call you by your first name, Arashi." He said.

"Ah, yes you do. However, you're superior to me; I have no choice in the matter whether or not you call me by name."

"Try not to make it seem as though I'm doing this on purpose! Now come, call me by my first name." He smiled slightly.

"I refuse, Captain Aizen." She stated firmly.

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it, please."

"No, thank you."

"As Captain of the 5th Division I command you to say my first name Arashi Tanaka."

"… Cruel."

"But quite fair."

"Well then fine, I'll say your name Sousuke," Arashi's brow furrowed, "That sounds so very improper. Don't make me say it again, please."

Aizen chuckled softly, "But, I like it when you say my name Arashi." There was a look that crossed Arashi's face that made Aizen stop and take a closer look at her. It looked almost pained, from what he could tell, "Does it upset you that much…?" He asked quietly, loosing all of his playfulness.

"… I truly think that I had better be going." She replied, without looking at him and standing up.

"Arashi, it wasn't my intention to upset you, just to tease you in a friendly way." He tried to counsel her.

"Perhaps it's better if I stay a subordinate, sir." She started to walk away, but was cut off as Aizen appeared in front of her.

"Was it something I said? You seemed to grow terribly stiff toward the end of our conversation." He said, frowning.

"It's something you wouldn't understand."

"But something I'm willing to learn."

"For another day, maybe." She sighed at his attempts to get her to talk about something that she obviously did not want to talk about. Aizen respected this,

"I'll hold you to that." He warned her.

Arashi couldn't help but crack a smile, "I'm sure you will, Captain." He hesitated as if debating on something. She took notice in this and waited for him to say whatever he was going to say,

"You don't have to leave, Arashi." He managed to say in the friendliest way possible.

"I do, judging by the light in the sky," She paused to gesture toward the window, "My Division is probably waking up by now, so it would probably be best if I started heading back."

"If you insist." He sighed, stepping out of her way to let her walk by. She nodded, gave her thanks for her tea, and walked out of the office into the chilly morning. Something to knock her back into her senses. The door was closed behind her and Arashi started off back to her Division. She probably over reacted to what he said to her that she had to ruin her pleasant and playful conversation with him. It was just the fact of how that tied into something that had happened to her when she was smaller and living within the Rukongai, it was just painful memories resurfacing. He had even said that he hadn't meant it, whatever it was he had said. Aizen was smart, if he went over the conversation again a couple times in his head, he would figure it out and would never bring it up again with his kind personality. He was very respectful to his underlings; it made her question herself sometimes whether or not she should ask for a transfer over to the 5th Division. It always occurred to her though that one: she could never get on a level of trust with the 5th Division members than she could with the 11th Division members, and two: the only reason that she would move was because of a different Captain. Sometimes, we have to work with the people that we don't exactly enjoy in the least.

She scolded herself mentally in getting comfortable with a Captain, someone she shouldn't be on anything but business terms with regarding the Soul Society. She knew better, and she knew that she knew better. However, she could see why everyone liked Aizen, it was just the air around him when you didn't have the paranoia like she did, and it was heart warming and nurturing air. Arashi could obviously see why people were so dedicated to him and his Division. He was just a saint. A true, true saint.