Fipp: This one was also suggested, but I can't remember from who. Also the last planned chapter.

Also, I'm trying to work on a project for 'Dissidia: Final Fantasy', and I need some help as I am not very tech savvy. Can someone please help me locate a program that allows me to record video files (MP4s?), but also merge them with MP3s?

And maybe somewhere where I can download the game's cutscenes, since I can't seem to get my hands on for a UBS to connect my PSP to my laptop.

Any help would be appreciated.

Drabble: Visiting

In the many years after the Winter War, relations between Soul Society and the Vaizards had become better. Unofficially, they were liaisons to Soul Society, giving assistance when needed, though they did not often visit.

Unless there was some sort of affair that involved free booze and food.

You could count on them to show up like locust to the freshly grown crops to devour what they could and to annoy the people in charge of their former squads.


Kira sulked in a corner, having become excluded from the conversation.

"Really?" Rose asked Ishida. "I never thought about that before."

"I have always seen it as a necessity to battle," Ishida said. "There are many variables that could happen in battle, so one must be prepared at all costs." He pushed his glasses up. "That is why I always carry spare capes on me."

Rose shrugged and smiled. "Of course! It's so obvious! A person cannot demonstrate the same flair if their clothes are torn and ruined." He sighed. "Love never really seems to appreciate that sort of art."

"No one does," Ishida said in sympathy.

Then again, maybe he didn't want to be part of the conversation.


"Hi there Ichigo!" Shinji greeted as he walked down the hallway.

"Dammit," Ichigo said to himself.

"Hello there Hirako-san," Hinamori politely greeted. "It's nice to see you around."

"Nice to see you around too Hinamori-chan!" He turned to Ichigo. "You don't seem too glad to see me."

"Not really."

"Why not? Don't we always have fun?"

"No." While it was true that Ichigo did hold a large amount of respect for Shinji, rarely did they meet each other without Ichigo sustaining some sort of injury. "And last time you were here, my office went missing."

Shinji raised an eyebrow. "How can you misplace an office?" He shook his head. "I'm surprised that you don't know your way around your own barracks."

"I didn't get lost! You made a giant hole in my wall, and everything ended up outside like it blew up!"

"I always did think that my office needed a skylight, or a larger window." Shinji ignored his replacement's replacement. "Shame I never got around to installing it."

"Don't ignore me you bastard!"

Meanwhile, Hinamori, having become use to the usual company Ichigo kept, ignored them both and read a book that she kept on her person at all times so she could have something to keep herself occupied while he met with his friends.

"And I never found my desk!"

"Not my problem."

"Like hell it is!


Love looked down at the pamphlet (1), and considered his options.

"And what sort of benefits do I get for joining the Shinigami Men's Association?" he asked Iba.

"I'm glad you asked!" Iba boasted. "You get to be manly!"

This perked Love' interest. "Is that so?"

"Yes! You also get a pair of sunglasses!"

"But I already have-"

"But these are better."

"Really?" He looked to Iba. "And what is the exclusiveness to this?"

Iba rubbed his chin and grinned. "Well, any man can join, but we have strict entrance requirements. So despite the fact that people always try to become members, they rarely do."

Komamura walked in, and couldn't help but overhear. "But I thought that you were desperate for members."

"Desperate for good members!" Iba quickly said.

"But the last people who joined were Dondochakka and Pesche."

". . ." 'Think Iba think!' "What about Mosqueda and Sado! They're members!

"I think they joined out of pity alone."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think this is for me." Love stood up and walked away.

Iba began to sob, now loosing what would have been a very important person to add to their numbers.


"Things look very clean and organized around here," said Lisa, looking around the office that she once worked in. "It would seem that Kyoraku was able in selecting a successor."

"He was," Nanao said. "Abarai-Taichou has done a good job as a captain."

"Speaking of Kyoraku, how has he been recently."

Nanao lowered her head and glared at the floor. "He's tried to move into a retirement home."

"But he's not that old!"

"You see, one of the nurses-"

"That's all I need to know."

"Yo!" Renji walked through the door.

"I remember you," Lisa said to Renji. "I thought you died."

"No, that wasn't me." Renji lowered his head.

"Abarai-Taichou," Nanao said. "Were you able to finish those reports I left for you?"

"Well," Renji scratched the back of his neck. "I was about to do them, but Ichigo and Ikkaku came in, and they said something about breaking down walls or something-"

"But those are very important reports." Nanao tipped her glasses, casting a glare over the glass.

Renji squeaked. "Yes Ma'am!" Renji ran to his desk.

"I tried similar tactics during my terms," Lisa said.

"So did I before," Nanao added.

"But they never worked on that man." They both sighed.

At his desk, Renji scribbled furiously, trying to make up three days of work in ten minutes.


"Yeah!" Mashiro cheered, running around the office. "I've missed this place!" She stopped. "Though, it looks different, but I can't put my finger on it."

She thought about this for a moment.

"I know!" She then rushed over the to desk that once belonged to her (but was now Sado's) and began to rummage through the drawers.

"Can I help you?" asked Sado, who was trying to write up a report.

"Noooooo," Mashiro said, pulling out a drawer and emptying its contents on the desk.

". . ."

She continued for several more minutes until his entire desk had been turned over.

". . ."

She then began to cry.

". . ."

"It's not fair!" she cried. "Where's by rubber duck! I always kept a cute rubber duck in my drawer but now it's gone!" She wailed louder.

". . ."

"Dammit," Kensei grumbled from the other side of the room. "Why does she have to be such a damn crybaby?" He downed the rest of the sake bottle. "I just know I'm going to have to cheer her up."

"You're not exactly the best at that," Hisagi grimly said, remembering the first time they met.

That face still gave him nightmares.


Hiyori walked down the hall, eating one of the many dangos she had taken, but stopped in her tracks and felt her appetite left.

"Oh crap! You again!" she complained. "And I was having a good day too."

"And my day has bettered?" asked Mayuri, who was walking down the hall with Nemu. "We both suffer from this."

"I see you've gotten even more hideous since we last met."

"And I see no changes in you. I find that curious as one would expect at least some growth in your height."

"What was that you bastard?"

"Shall I dispose of her Mayuri-sama?" Nemu asked.

"No, no," Mayuri answered nonchalantly. "There's no need to waste either of our time with such a small and insignificant matter."

"I'll kill you!"

"Just ignore it Nemu."



Hachigen took a sip of his tea.

He was glad that there was no one in the current Kido Corps he was familiar with, so he could avoid the trouble his fellow Vaizards got into.

(1) Which seemed to be made out of cheap material.

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