[MAIN STORY EVENT] Memories Returned to a Cataclysmic Present...

The Soul Society was both the best, and the worst, place to work. In some respects, the best of it came when there was no fighting. War and peace intermingled within divisions only, various brawls being the only semblance of fighting that the gotei had to endure. Said brawls were usually occurring in the eleventh division, though that wasn't even happening as often as it used to. It seemed the whole of the world was in a peaceful state.... But.. not everything was as it seemed. There were smaller battles erupting everywhere... and everyone could feel it. From the smallest and most inconsequential creature, to the largest and toughest of them all could feel it. There was a war brewing. It was for this reason that some of the more higher ranked members thought this..:

Life at zero division... Was difficult.

Not difficult in the sense that it was a daily risk of life. Not difficult in the sense that the paperwork was long and irritating (though it was). No. It was difficult because of one very simple reason. It was boring as all hell. Well, only occasionally. Of course there were times when shit got real, the blood hit the fan, and the Zero Division had to step in and fuck shit up. However, that was, again, only on occasion. The Needlessness of war in the current time really kept things way too peaceful for the likings of those like Kenpachi, or other shinigami who craved, loved, and cherished battle. This was, in all technicality, peace time. Sure fights were brewing, people were getting killed, shit was going down.. In the end, though, there wasn't any major *war* going on. No events that kept all of seireitei busy. One or two units at a time, a whole squad on occasion, sure, but never the whole of it. Hell, even Vanguard had been able to rest relatively easy lately.

Apart from the battle-lusting peons, there were those in seireitei that actually hated the fighting. The hated the war, and they hated all the battles. Those of them who had fought, and watched friends die. Those who had died in war in their past life, though not all even remember such an occurance. These were the kinds of people who usually flocked to the more peaceful positions. Fourth division, perhaps? Maybe filing paperwork for your division? Or just working on the Seireitei magazine for thirteeth division. If you look in these places, sure you'll find some people who hate their jobs, and would rather actually be fighting, ut usually those who are in the peaceful positions have entered such by choice, rather than by force. They're content with staying off the front lines, and in fact, would much prefer not fighting at all. However.. some are not so lucky. Some of the more peaceful, more laid-back types, don't get the option of sticking to the bottom. Not everyone in this society of souls liked their job. Not to say they didn't appreciate it. But not everyone was happy with the.. details. And certain responsibilities made work-time morale.. difficult to keep up. These breed you'll usually find in the fifth seats, the seventh seats, the twentieth seats, etc. Souls who have yet to establish themselves enough to get a position they'd actually enjoy. Although, not everyone who feels this way is at the bottom rung. Oh no. There may or may not be a captain or two who also hates all the fighting, all the war, all the bloodshed, all the pissing about for the sake of some elitist cause. And one such person, one such higher up who hates everything about the wars, who'd rather not fight, and would prefer the comfort and stability of the home, as opposed to the foreign cruelty of a battlefield. Though, in life, he died in a battle, he had no ties to the art of fighting and killing. He loathed it. Who is this being, you may ask? Who could possibly loathe fighting so much that they avoid it at all costs, even though their rank is high? Well look no further than near the very top of the status rung. For at the head position of Zero Division, Xaver Chayton von Bréanainn was one such person. He despised fighting, and war of any kind in any form.

You would think that one such as him would value or even cherish battle. However, if one looks at his human life, and how things progressed for him at his final battle, you would see that fighting cannot possibly be something he enjoys. Is there a reason for this? Yes. The main reasoning can be traced back all the way to his life during his conquest of ireland. At his final defeat, when the breaking of his Geis caused him to be weakened for his confrontation, he was mortally wounded. However, instead of falling to the ground and accepting a humiliating defeat, he tied himself to a rock, making sure he died upright, as any true man of honor would do. It was this defeat that jostled his love of battle completely from his system. It was THIS defeat that ,made Xaver hate battle completely. And it was this battle that sent him into his new spiritual life...

It was days like this, however, that made Xaver's job harder than anything else. Days where the sky clouded over, where lightning pierced the sky, and where buildings in his very realm exploded. The cause of this was, to anyone else's eyes, a huge, dragon-type creature floating under the darkened sky. Xaver, and a few of the other older soul society members, knew what the real cause was... or rather... WHO it was.

As Xaver stood in the air, his own reiatsu holding him above the intruder, he brushed his ponytail behind his shoulder, floating down to eye-level with the man, about 20 feet away.

"So you're the one who's been decimating my realm, eh lad?" Xaver said with a hint of irritation in his voice. "I know who ye are, Ceon. I was only a lieutenant when ya held yer authority here, but I can tell ye now that there's new management here, and we're better off, so do us a favor and take yer business elsewhere." Xaver narrowed his eyes, his hands balling into fists at his sides, his blue uniform rippling as his muscles tensed, "Or else... I'll make ye regret the day ye were born."