Author's Note: HELLO! I finally got my new fic under way. It's actually does involve shinigamis and hollows. but the story takes place RIGHT AFTER Aizen's defeat.

This story is more focused on 'humor' for now. So it'll be a bit confusing and boring at first but bare with me...

But there are two problems. One: I'm currently writing this at the same time with my other fic so I'm going to have to put the other one off for some time... (sorry for those who are reading Another Step Forward) Two: from the latest news on Kubo, the next few chapters in Bleach will have to do with some things in the past (or something like that, I can't remember much) so this fic might get thrown off. In order for me to avoid this I'm hoping to upload the entire fic in two weeks top.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach...sorry

Prologue

"Is it over?"

Isshin stood up and looked around the battlefield. Everything was a mess. There were dead bodies of Arrancars, Espadas, Shinigamis, etc. It was a gruesome thing to behold.

"Yeah," the older shinigami said to the young, Tenth Division taicho, "At least for our part. What happened to Gin and Tosen?"

The younger taicho looked away. "Sadly they got away. We thought we got Gin but he was able to escape in the end."

Isshin just nodded and kept inspecting the battlefield.

Hitsugaya also looked at his surrounding. Their allies that were still standing were making their way to where Isshin and the other taichos just gathered. The wounded were being carried away with Orihime and the Fourth Division following them.

This winter had not been peaceful. Too many people have been kidnapped and killed. All because of Aizen and his desire to become the King. Soul Society had hoped that after the incident with Orihime getting kidnapped and everyone else being chased around by Hueco Mundo, the large number of Espadas that were killed would come to their advantage. But Aizen had other plans. During the entire four months that they were waiting for the start of the Winter War, Aizen had already planned ahead, creating a larger army of Espadas and Arrancars. So once the war started, Soul Society and their allies were struggling.

But now that seemed so long ago. For days they've been fighting this war. Too many deaths that made everyone wonder whether it was even worth the fight. Yamamoto agreed to let Urahara, Yoruichi and Isshin join the war, along with the Vizards and Uryuu's father, Ryuuken. Their contribution was critical. Hitsugaya couldn't help but wonder if they would have even won without them. But it was more shocking to see Isshin appear and announce that he was once a taicho in the Gotei 13. No wonder Ichigo had that overflowing reiatsu.

Speaking of Ichigo…

"Kurosaki," Byakuya walked up, "Where is your son?"

Isshin gave the Sixth Division taicho a grin. "Where else? The kid's gone after Aizen. They're all the way over there," Isshin pointed his finger off into the horizon, "Fighting where no one else can get hurt."

Byakuya nodded. "And I'm guessing Rukia has gone with them?"

"Yup," Isshin said, "My third-daughter had to follow that son of mine in case he messed up."

Shinji, the Vizard, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "I can barely detect Ichigo or Aizen's reiatsu. Looks like their close to finishing their battle… or maybe they already have."

Urahara walked up to the men standing together. "Ara. What's with the long faces? We should be celebrating our victory!" He waved his arms above his head.

Isshin laughed at his old friend. "Right you are, Kisuke. When we get back home I'm expecting you to bring out all the sake that you have stashed in your store. I'm going to drink myself to death tonight!"

"My, my, are you planning on killing yourself?"

"Bleh! I'm already dead so let's have fun!"

Hitsuagay watched to two older men plan their drinking party and inviting those who were able to come. There is no way he'd agree to go.

"Toushiro!" Isshin called out.

"I said it's Hitsugaya-taicho!" he sneered back.

Isshin walked up and patted his icy blue hair. "You're too young to care what others call you. Anyways, you better come!"

"No," he quickly answered back.

"But taicho!" Matsumoto pouted, "I wanna go!"

"Then go!" Hitsugaya yelled, "Just don't drag me into a party of old geezers!"

"But everyone else is coming! It'd be boring without you," Matsumoto hugged her taicho into her bosom, "You're coming!"

Hitsugaya could feel a vein pop in his head, but couldn't respond because his words were being muffled out.

"Don't tell me you guys are going to have a party without us!"

Everything became still. The noise died down and Matsumoto released Hitsugaya. Everyone turned their attention to where the female voice came from. From afar they could see two figures slowly walking towards them. As they got closer it seemed like the sun was rising because everyone could see the famous orange appearing brighter with each step.

"Shouldn't we be one of the first people to get invited?" Ichigo asked with his usual grin.

Isshin smiled as he saw his bloody son walking towards them with his body being held up on one side by Rukia who was also smiling.

"You stupid son!" Isshin yelled, "How dare you make my delicate third-daughter carry your fat-ass around!"

"AHH!" Ichigo cried as Isshin jumped up and kicked him in the stomach, making him fly off of Rukia. Once he landed, he sat up and yelled back. "What the fuck old man! I'm seriously injured here!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Isshin cried back, "If a small wound like that is what you call a 'serious injury', then it seems like I still have a lot more to teach you!"

Ichigo painfully stood up to pound on his father when the old man grabbed Rukia by the shoulders.

"My beautiful third-daughter! Papa is sorry for not raising Ichigo to a strong man like I am. But do not fret! I shall make a man out of him in time when you become my official daughter-in-law!" Isshin kept smiling (and Byakuya could be seen giving off a dangerous amount of reiatsu).

"Let go of her, beardy!" the red-faced Ichigo yelled as he sent a side kick to his father's ribs.

Rukia watched the father and son wrestling with each other as if they weren't injured at all.

"Rukia."

The woman turned around and saw Byakuya slowly walking up to her. She gave him an exhausted smile. "Hai, niisama?"

Byakuya stood in front of his sister and examined her with his eyes. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Yes," Rukia nodded. And after a few seconds she turned her attention back to the fighting Kurosaki's. "Ichigo won."

Suddenly everyone around them started to cheer. They all heard Rukia. Ichigo, the Shinigami Substitute, has defeated Aizen. The war was over.

So you guys have just read the prologue... kinda boring and doesn't really give off a plot for the story. This isn't going to happen for another few chapters since its all about life after the Winter War and the development of the IchiRuki relationship. It's going to get more intense but until then it's more of a 'humor' fic.