PROLOGUE

yeah...this is a compilation of observations i made (ok, i am STILL MAKING) throughout the entire series...some of them dead obvious and some of them i bet you've never noticed before. so...being the bored and random me, i created a story for each observation. enjoy! (and please review, i love replying reviews, but if you don't wanna be replied, then just say so and i won't.)

so...chapter 1.

DISCLAIMER: i don't own bleach.
Characters: Yamamoto, Ukitake, Kyouraku
Pairings: none, as far as I know
Word Count: 288
(note: word count excludes observation statement)

Observation 1.

It NEVER rains in seireitei. I dunno if you've ever noticed it, but as far as I've gotten, I don't remember it raining in seireitei.

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Things must be going dandy for a certain Yamamoto Shigekuni Genryuusai. After all, it never rained. Not before, anyway. He could happily use his zanpakutou at leisure at any time he wanted, as seeing it would never be extinguished due to weather problems.

'Ryuujin Jakka!'

The ancient staff disintegrated into a sword and flames erupted around the wasteland of a ground. The soutaichou looked pleased with the rapid consumption of oxygen and output of carbon dioxide.

Standing aside coughing from the air pollution, Kyouraku and Ukitake had their swords drawn and released.

'So…we're gonna fight old Yama-jii?'

'Looks like he's mad enough to go fight us.'

'Say, what's that?'

'What's what?'

'That.'

Kyouraku motioned for his long-time friend to look up. Dark clouds flooded the once-blue sky, darkening the area, bringing the temperature down.

'Hmm. I wonder.'

Noticing his elite students looking up at the sky like a pair of doofuses, Yamamoto decided the sky was, for once, worth looking at.

'What's that?' he croaked.

A flash of static electricity flashed through the clouds; a loud, rumbling noise penetrated the odd silence.

Water poured down.

The once-strong flames died down with a satisfying sizzling noise, leaving only black char marks on the ground. Looking stunned, the wielder of Ryuujin Jakka stared at the sky as though he had been betrayed by his best friend. Then, he took a glance at his gleeful students.

'Jya ne! Yama-jii!'

And they ran off, leaving the soutaichou to fume over his inability to participate in combat during a thunderstorm, the existence of which they discovered only a few seconds ago. It seemed the pair had taken full advantage of the circumstances and made a run for it while they weren't barbecued pork.

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if you made any observations you find interesting, you can tell me! then i can make a story out of it too...
OH and please tell me how to improve! (i seriously think my English can be improved)