10 years had passed and much had changed in the Seireitei and in Yakima's life. He was no longer the Captain of Squad 10 but instead a wanted criminal for a crime he never committed. His pleas to the Central 46 were pointless and only left him with a single choice. He had to escape, fleeing with his daughter and wife. They now owned a dango and dumpling shop named D&D, obviously named by Yakima. It was a small restaurant beside a dirt road people would use to travel. They didn't have a lot of customers, but Yakima preferred that. Less customers would mean less attention. 

Yakima no longer wore any shinigami garbs but instead clothes of a poor man with an apron over it and a white bandana to pull back his hair. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, preparing another batch of dumplings inside of the kitchen. His wife and daughter both worked as waitresses, taking orders and serving the customers they had. [i]Where is that damn slacker at, he was supposed to be at work 20 minutes ago[/i] The bell rang, Yakima looking up to see his smiling wife [color=pink]"It'll be fine, you don't have to worry about anything"[/color] Yakima sighed, not wanting Midori to see him in such a bad mood [color=gray]"If one of them found me, it won't be long before another stops by. And of all people, it had to be [i]him[/i]"[/color] Midori giggled, placing down another order slip in front of him [color=pink]"Trust me, we'll be fine. As long as I have you and Hanami, everything will work out."[/color] Yakima smiled and nodded, Midori returning back to her work. He let out a heavy sigh after she left, rubbing the back of his head. [color=gray]"Maybe we should just move to the Human World instead, I'll have to somehow get 3 gigais. But before that, I'll have to ditch the extra baggage"[/color]