Bleach Fan-fiction 3

800 years ago...

"Captain Commander Sir, the Stealth Force has been receiving many reports of a man matching the description of the man that was encountered on the battlefield with Shihouin Aya. We have sent out our forces to capture him and bring him back alive."
"Good. When he is back, I would like to personally interrogate him."
The messenger from the 2nd Squad looked up in surprise and nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Maybe we'll finally be able to get her back," Yamamoto thought to himself. "It would be great if I could finally get her back here. She was a great fighter and a wonderful Captian to boot. I haven't trusted anyone like that in a very long while." He sighed deeply and closed his eyes and waited for the report.

A few days later...

"Captain Commander Sir, here is the man that we were searching for. His name is Susumu Takeo."
"Good work, bring him here."
They brought him into the room. His appearance was exactly as the man had said. Tall, dark and thin. His coat was still gray and his pants were still black. His hair was flowing and long.
"Tell me what did you do with the Captain that you saw on the battlefield 200 hundred years ago," Yamamoto said.
"I don't remember. It's been a long time," Susumu said nonchalantly.
"Remember," Yamamoto commanded in a calm but powerful voice.
"I may remember something but I'm not going to tell you anything," the man said. Yamamoto glowered at him and said.
"Tell me."
"Won't. You see. You'll probably kill me anyway for other crimes that you will discover I have committed, thanks to the men that you have had researching me since you discovered my name. I would rather leave you with this single thing for you to remember me by."
"Tsk," Yamamoto said in frustration. "Interrogate him with everything you have but don't kill him."

For the next fifty years, the people in the Punishment Corps interrogated him with everything they had but with no success and finally, seeing how his methods were not achieving success, Yamamoto gave up and had him executed in the worst way he could think of.