Hebi-san
10-22-2006, 01:56 PM
Story title: Hitsugaya’s body
Chapter 1: About doll clothes and new surroundings.
Disclaimer: None of the Bleach characters are mine…obviously.
Note: It’s bloody hard writing bleach… well at least writing it good… so I’m not completely certain the characters are in character as much as I’d like them to be…
Warning: - Keep in mind that I’ve just watched the anime, I haven’t read the manga ( currently my economy don’t allow that…L ) so if there’s any facts or such that are just dead wrong you’ll have to excuse a poor sod like me.
Characters: Hitsugya, Gin, mostly but others as well…
Summary: Aizen needs a spy, and what better ways than to use the body of trusted Hitsugaya-taichou and place another’s (not so trusted) mind inside?
§§
Ichimaru Gin rarely hated anything.
Nor could he be said to ever really love anything.
In younger years he had always wondered about this trait in him, even agonized about it on rare occasions, and he had wondered if maybe there was something wrong with him. Everyone else seemed to feel so… strongly… passionately… about things.
Even bloody Kutchiki, who was as cold as ice, seemed to have access to these passions. Gin knew, he had seen him smile, a true smile with glittering eyes and all. Once he saw Kutchiki-the ice-king- smile. A stolen moment between husband and wife. Gin was good as stealing those moments, and since he never really felt them himself he kept them in fresh memory. He sometimes brought them out and pondered about them… wondering how it felt to… feel.
There had been times when he had figured this inability of his unfair because he really wanted to… laugh like them, or at least feel that warmth that Ran-chan described to him. The warmth that made her eyes glitter so prettily…
So he had tried to do so.
By provoking those around him relentlessly, hoping against all hope that it would make him feel anything besides the… emptiness… but even as he stood close by and watched the fruit of his labour, even as the ‘victim’ was jumping about cussing in rage or being circled by a crowd of laughing companions, Gin still stood there, feeling as if the emptiness was growing greater yet, for each time he failed in his quest.
Despite all of this, Ichimaru Gin found himself loathing, even hating his new home.
This Las Noches as Aizen had chosen to call his palace.
A name fitting for a fortress in a land of shadows and grey-scales. A land that was as vacant as its inhabitants- as vacant as him- it felt as if there was merely the thinnest of boundaries between himself and those grey open plains. He might fade away at any given moment…
He missed Soul society.
Missed the sun, and the trees, the birds, and the breeze. He missed seireitei, and he missed the shinigamis he used to torment.
Hell, he even missed damned Rukongai…
He needed something that kept his own emptiness safely tucked away inside. A wall. He miserably wandered the palace corridors, glaring at its grey walls and the darker shadows that created intriguing patterns upon the smooth surfaces.
Aimlessly he continued his walk… until he found himself standing outside Aizen’s ‘throne room’. Shrugging he slid inside.
There were only two people in the room, Aizen who was residing on his throne like the king he had made himself, and Tousen who was standing close by, a blank expression on his face. As usual.
The second he stepped into the room, those sightless eyes turned his way, and not for the first time since meeting the dark man did Gin wonder if he could see him. In some mystical way… it always felt as if he could.
“Ah, Gin-san,” their fearless leader greeted from atop of his throne. His voice one of kindness, the kind you’d find yourself trust despite your better judgement. ” there you are. Did Ulquiorra find you?”
He had sent for him?
“Nah, Aizen-t…sama…” he replied with his usual smirk,” didn’ know you were lookin’ fer me, did I? did ya miss me? Should I be worried?”
“Not at all, Gin-san,” the former captain said, and smiled one of those smiles that could make people catch arrows for him. “Tousen-san and I were just discussing a matter of knowledge, or rather lack thereof. I’ve decided that it would be in our best interest to keep an eye on what’s happening in soul society. That is why I’ve recently invented this.”
He held out a long, nasty looking instrument, which seemed to be built of nothing but shadows and reiatsu.
“An’ what’s tha’?” he asked, curiously,” Looks an awful lot like one of them mortal torture-contraptions.”
“Hardly,” Aizen chuckled,” I am yet to name it. But bluntly put this is an instrument that allows me to place a spy within Seireitei’s walls without anyone being the wiser. It exchanges one mind for another, you understand, without disturbing the body itself.”
“So yer gonna swap one of yer mates mind fer someone in Seireitei?” he guessed. He had always known his old taichou was a sneaky, scheming bastard. It was part of why he was helping him… with a mind like Aizen’s… how could he lose? The man was always in control. Was always a step (or five) ahead of everyone else.
“Exactly.”
“Anyone special in mind?” he asked, knowing the answer.
Aizen smiled. And so it was decided.
The larger man stood up from his seat and walked up to Gin. Taking his chin in his large hand he regarded the snake like man with a scientific interest before stepping back slightly. He held up the nasty looking instrument and several spikes erupted from both ends.
“Now, according to my calculations there ought not to be any permanent ‘effects’ caused by this…”
“Effects?” he asked, suddenly alarmed, but as he moved to back away Aizen’s hand caught his wrist in a bone-breakingly tight grip- easily keeping him where he wanted him.
“However,” he continued as if nothing had happened and ignored Gin’s feeble attempts to free himself,” Each body and reiatsu has its own compositions and this along with the mind is what’s truly forms a person- mortal or not.”
The spikes began to circulate, a bright light erupting between them as they picked up speed.
“Let go!” he snapped and reached for his zanpakuto, but before he could draw it Tousen had already stepped behind him and removed it from his sheath. Bloody hell, he thought, they had planned this!
“When the mind leave the body,” Aizen just said as calmly as ever,” to enter another it will inescapably be effected by its new host, and thus receive certain ‘virtues’ so to speak from said body. In other words things that are closely related to a body (certain emotions or instincts) might affect the new mind within… namely you. But I trust that you will be more than able to see past that, and serve me well as a spy.”
“Nah, Aizen-sama,” he tried again and stared at the rotating spikes, and the light that was growing brighter and brighter by the second,” I don’ …! “ the last part erupted in a scream of pain when his former captain firmly pushed the instrument against his forehead. He felt the spikes tear at the skin, then the light grew brighter yet and suddenly an invisible claw of ice seemed to tear itself into his chest. He screamed again, he was rather certain of that, and then the whole world went black…
§§
Gin slowly opened his eyes, just enough to see, as was his habit.
The eyes were the windows to the soul. And he never wanted anyone to see him for what he was. Empty.
To his amazement his eyes didn’t meet the all too familiar grey of the palace walls, but instead fell on the multi-coloured and just as familiar world of the shinigami. He bolted out of bed; a futon he realised rather absently as he quickly pressed his hand against his forehead. Nothing. He’d half expected it to be no more than a mess of blood and flesh after… what Aizen had done.
His heart was pounding in his chest… Wait! This wasn’t his chest he thought, and stared down at the smooth chest beneath his neck. He was much thinner than this… not to mention a whole lot paler…
Mirror… need a mirror; he thought and looked around the spartan bedroom wildly. No mirrors… right. The bathroom! Everyone had at least one mirror in the bathroom.
He ran out of the room, for some reason feeling more scared than ever before in his life, and bolted into an adjoining bathroom.
The bathroom at least seemed well equipped with a big shower, several cabinets and… a full-size mirror.
He took a deep breath, for some reason his heart was hammering against his ribcage and he felt a strong urge to bite his nails. Slowly he stepped in front of the mirror, his eyes closed completely. Then slowly opened his eyes- dreading, actually dreading, what he would see.
He stared into a pair of deep green eyes. A pair of very large deep green eyes. Bloody hell… he thought and raised a hand to the unruly white hair on his head. He was inside the body of Toushirou Hitsugaya. Well… it could be worse, his mind reasoned after the initial shock had settled, he could be in Komamura’s body…
At least Hitsugaya-chan was a pretty brat, he decided and tilted his head to the side as he inspected his new body closely. He was much shorter than he was used to of course, but was surprised to find this short body also contained more muscles than he had ever had before. Ichimaru had always been thin, never had developed much muscle- not that he really tried either but… It was rather interesting to have some; he thought and flexed the muscles of his arms. Cool. He could pose like this… sure he looked a bit young, due to his lack of growth spurt but… damn the boy had more muscles than him! The hair at least wasn’t that big a difference, although it was a bit more ruffled than he was used to.
A faint noise interrupted his inspection, and he pricked his ears. A knock? He leaned out of the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” he asked and almost jumped at the unfamiliar sound of his voice.
“Hitsugaya-taichou?” a gentle voice spoke from outside the door,” are you alright?”
“…Peachy. Why?”
“You…eh… you’re late for work, Hitsugaya-taichou. Your fukutaichou sent me to… check if everything was alright.”
“No worries, servant-chan, I jes’ overslept. Ye jes’ run alon’ an’ tell her that I’ll be right there!”
“Y… yes, taichou.”
Then the servant was gone, and Gin quietly decided that he had to act like lil’Toushirou. Unless he wanted to get caught… which he didn’t. He supposed that the duty bound brat wouldn’t take the time to shower if he happened to be late for work (which he was fairly certain that he never was), which meant no shower for Gin…
He wouldn’t have minded a shower he thought as he strolled back into the bedroom to get dressed.
He couldn’t help but marvel at the tiny size of all the clothes, it was almost like doll clothes he thought as he dressed himself in the usual shinigami uniform and captain cloak. Hehe, Hitsu-chan would fly off the handle if he’d heard that…
Lil’Toushirou’s apartment was indeed neat and well kept, much more so than Gin himself had ever managed to keep his own flat. His bedroom wasn’t too small either, although a bit spartan with no more than a dresser by the furthest walls, a lamp in a corner and the ‘bed’ in the middle of the room.
Poor kiddie… the thought with a smirk… couldn’t get laid often with that narrow futon as a ‘love-nest’. Perhaps he was still a virgin… Gin contemplated this as he picked up Toushirou’s sword and walked out into the adjoining living room.
This too was neat, and very spartan.
No real couch, but instead several pillows that lay in neat formations, a low table and a bookcase- filled to the very brim with books.
No one would have suspected a kiddie like Hitsu-chan to live here… of course the lil’ boy-genius always was very rigid to be perceived as an adult wasn’t he?
He shrugged and continued outside.
It was just another sunny summer day in soul society, and far below the walking bridge was a wide plain of luscious grass.
“Hitsugaya-taichou!” someone, a lady he didn’t recognise, yelled and waved up at him. It took him a second before remembering who he was, or rather was supposed to be, and he waved back hesitantly.
Did Hitsu-chan wave?
The world seemed so much bigger; he thought and ignored the odd looks he was receiving from the shinigamis he passed on his way to the office. Suddenly halting on the wide square outside the cafeteria he gave himself a mental slap.
He had been on his merry way to the 3tr division office. Stupid. He was the 10th division’s captain now. He had to play the part.
So… where was the 10th division office?
He realised that the passing shinigamis were watching him, probably wondering what he was doing standing in front of the cafeteria, looking around like a damn lost fool. Well he couldn’t very well ask them for directions could he? They’d know something was wrong…
Wait here… he thought and took a deep breath… Rangiku was Hit… his fukutaichou right? And when Gin had still been… well Gin, he had met her on several occasions for lunch and stuff right? And then he had often met her up by the east entrance.
Knowing his lazy friend she’d probably not walked far from the office to meet him… so the office had to be somewhere in that direction.
Bloody hell… he thought as turned to walk east, he couldn’t believe that he didn’t have a clue of where the 3rd division office was…
Fortunately thought, it turned out he was right.
Rounding a corner not far from where he usually met up with Ran-chan he saw her. A surge of… joy(?) tingled through him at the sight of his old friend, and he had to hold himself back from throwing himself at her. Strange… he had never felt anything that strongly before… was this one of them ‘effects’ Aizen had been talking about?
“Never thought I’d see the day when ya were late fer work, Hitsugaya-taichou!” Kutchiki’s fukutaichou (Renji?) commented with a smirk when he came up to them.
“Nah, Abarai-fukutaichou,” he replied,” We all ‘ave rough nights see.”
“Hitsugaya-taichou has been very worried about Hinamori-san,” Ran-chan told the redhead.
He has? That’s right, those two were close ne? Had grown up together or something… he vaguely recalled Ran-chan telling him about it sometime. So the lil’ Aizen-fan had survived eh? He briefly wondered what his old taichou would think of that…
“Tha’ right, Abarai-chan,” and immediately cursed himself for using the phrase ‘chan’, Hitsugaya would never say ‘chan’…right? Nor did the brat talk like this did he? Bloody hell… how did Hitsu-kun talk? “Can’ let the lil’ lady be all alone in the dark hour of night can I?” Damn, stupid mouth was running on autodrive or something.
The redhead was peering down at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion, and again Gin felt his heart began to hammer. He really hated being in this body… didn’t the boy have any control of his emotions? How could he always appear so calm if he felt like this inside?
“What are you staring at, Abarai-fukutaichou?” he snapped, trying to sound more like the little taichou normally would. “Don’t you have anything better to do than to stand there like a fool and goggle at me? Don’t you have work to do… or maybe I should go ask B… Kutchiki-taichou myself?”
“Y…yes, Hitsugaya-taichou…” the redhead stuttered, obviously taken aback by his harsh change of tone. After the redhead hurriedly left and left the two of them standing staring after his retreating form, he looked back up at his old friend and noted with some annoyance that he didn’t even reach her cleavage. He had always enjoyed looking down into that… a valley for the gods themselves as it was.
“Eh… Taichou?” Rangiku asked after a while, giving him an odd look, much like the ones he had received the entire way to the office.
“Ha, R… Matsumoto-san?”
“Why are you squinting like that? Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
§§
Hitsugaya had had an odd dream.
A dream filled with ice and pain, which in itself was odd, since ice had come to mean a place of security to him. Ice he knew. He trusted it to stay solid beneath the soles of his feet. But in his dream it had hurt. Hurt bad. And even as he was wrapped up in that dream he had been certain that he’d wake up any second. That the pain in itself would cause him to wake up, panting and sweating, but safe in his bed. This, however did not occur.
It wasn’t until much later when the dream had morphed into another- where Hinamori played the lead role- not until then did he wake up. With blushing cheeks he rolled around and searched for his pillow. But couldn’t find it.
He opened his eyes.
Darkness.
For a second he wondered if he’d really opened his eyes at all but when he moved a hand in front of his face he could indeed see it. Which of course meant that his lids had to be open, but why was it so dark in his chambers? Was it still night? That couldn’t be it. Not even night was this dark.
“Ah, I see you’ve awakened.”
He knew that voice.
The boy-captain whipped around like a snake: “Aizen!”
§§
Author’s notes: One of my first attempts to write Bleach- it's fun but hard... :p
Anyhow, I thought I mght as well post this here and see if you guys like it. please tell me what you think.
This story and my other bleach story can be viewed here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1133099/
Chapter 1: About doll clothes and new surroundings.
Disclaimer: None of the Bleach characters are mine…obviously.
Note: It’s bloody hard writing bleach… well at least writing it good… so I’m not completely certain the characters are in character as much as I’d like them to be…
Warning: - Keep in mind that I’ve just watched the anime, I haven’t read the manga ( currently my economy don’t allow that…L ) so if there’s any facts or such that are just dead wrong you’ll have to excuse a poor sod like me.
Characters: Hitsugya, Gin, mostly but others as well…
Summary: Aizen needs a spy, and what better ways than to use the body of trusted Hitsugaya-taichou and place another’s (not so trusted) mind inside?
§§
Ichimaru Gin rarely hated anything.
Nor could he be said to ever really love anything.
In younger years he had always wondered about this trait in him, even agonized about it on rare occasions, and he had wondered if maybe there was something wrong with him. Everyone else seemed to feel so… strongly… passionately… about things.
Even bloody Kutchiki, who was as cold as ice, seemed to have access to these passions. Gin knew, he had seen him smile, a true smile with glittering eyes and all. Once he saw Kutchiki-the ice-king- smile. A stolen moment between husband and wife. Gin was good as stealing those moments, and since he never really felt them himself he kept them in fresh memory. He sometimes brought them out and pondered about them… wondering how it felt to… feel.
There had been times when he had figured this inability of his unfair because he really wanted to… laugh like them, or at least feel that warmth that Ran-chan described to him. The warmth that made her eyes glitter so prettily…
So he had tried to do so.
By provoking those around him relentlessly, hoping against all hope that it would make him feel anything besides the… emptiness… but even as he stood close by and watched the fruit of his labour, even as the ‘victim’ was jumping about cussing in rage or being circled by a crowd of laughing companions, Gin still stood there, feeling as if the emptiness was growing greater yet, for each time he failed in his quest.
Despite all of this, Ichimaru Gin found himself loathing, even hating his new home.
This Las Noches as Aizen had chosen to call his palace.
A name fitting for a fortress in a land of shadows and grey-scales. A land that was as vacant as its inhabitants- as vacant as him- it felt as if there was merely the thinnest of boundaries between himself and those grey open plains. He might fade away at any given moment…
He missed Soul society.
Missed the sun, and the trees, the birds, and the breeze. He missed seireitei, and he missed the shinigamis he used to torment.
Hell, he even missed damned Rukongai…
He needed something that kept his own emptiness safely tucked away inside. A wall. He miserably wandered the palace corridors, glaring at its grey walls and the darker shadows that created intriguing patterns upon the smooth surfaces.
Aimlessly he continued his walk… until he found himself standing outside Aizen’s ‘throne room’. Shrugging he slid inside.
There were only two people in the room, Aizen who was residing on his throne like the king he had made himself, and Tousen who was standing close by, a blank expression on his face. As usual.
The second he stepped into the room, those sightless eyes turned his way, and not for the first time since meeting the dark man did Gin wonder if he could see him. In some mystical way… it always felt as if he could.
“Ah, Gin-san,” their fearless leader greeted from atop of his throne. His voice one of kindness, the kind you’d find yourself trust despite your better judgement. ” there you are. Did Ulquiorra find you?”
He had sent for him?
“Nah, Aizen-t…sama…” he replied with his usual smirk,” didn’ know you were lookin’ fer me, did I? did ya miss me? Should I be worried?”
“Not at all, Gin-san,” the former captain said, and smiled one of those smiles that could make people catch arrows for him. “Tousen-san and I were just discussing a matter of knowledge, or rather lack thereof. I’ve decided that it would be in our best interest to keep an eye on what’s happening in soul society. That is why I’ve recently invented this.”
He held out a long, nasty looking instrument, which seemed to be built of nothing but shadows and reiatsu.
“An’ what’s tha’?” he asked, curiously,” Looks an awful lot like one of them mortal torture-contraptions.”
“Hardly,” Aizen chuckled,” I am yet to name it. But bluntly put this is an instrument that allows me to place a spy within Seireitei’s walls without anyone being the wiser. It exchanges one mind for another, you understand, without disturbing the body itself.”
“So yer gonna swap one of yer mates mind fer someone in Seireitei?” he guessed. He had always known his old taichou was a sneaky, scheming bastard. It was part of why he was helping him… with a mind like Aizen’s… how could he lose? The man was always in control. Was always a step (or five) ahead of everyone else.
“Exactly.”
“Anyone special in mind?” he asked, knowing the answer.
Aizen smiled. And so it was decided.
The larger man stood up from his seat and walked up to Gin. Taking his chin in his large hand he regarded the snake like man with a scientific interest before stepping back slightly. He held up the nasty looking instrument and several spikes erupted from both ends.
“Now, according to my calculations there ought not to be any permanent ‘effects’ caused by this…”
“Effects?” he asked, suddenly alarmed, but as he moved to back away Aizen’s hand caught his wrist in a bone-breakingly tight grip- easily keeping him where he wanted him.
“However,” he continued as if nothing had happened and ignored Gin’s feeble attempts to free himself,” Each body and reiatsu has its own compositions and this along with the mind is what’s truly forms a person- mortal or not.”
The spikes began to circulate, a bright light erupting between them as they picked up speed.
“Let go!” he snapped and reached for his zanpakuto, but before he could draw it Tousen had already stepped behind him and removed it from his sheath. Bloody hell, he thought, they had planned this!
“When the mind leave the body,” Aizen just said as calmly as ever,” to enter another it will inescapably be effected by its new host, and thus receive certain ‘virtues’ so to speak from said body. In other words things that are closely related to a body (certain emotions or instincts) might affect the new mind within… namely you. But I trust that you will be more than able to see past that, and serve me well as a spy.”
“Nah, Aizen-sama,” he tried again and stared at the rotating spikes, and the light that was growing brighter and brighter by the second,” I don’ …! “ the last part erupted in a scream of pain when his former captain firmly pushed the instrument against his forehead. He felt the spikes tear at the skin, then the light grew brighter yet and suddenly an invisible claw of ice seemed to tear itself into his chest. He screamed again, he was rather certain of that, and then the whole world went black…
§§
Gin slowly opened his eyes, just enough to see, as was his habit.
The eyes were the windows to the soul. And he never wanted anyone to see him for what he was. Empty.
To his amazement his eyes didn’t meet the all too familiar grey of the palace walls, but instead fell on the multi-coloured and just as familiar world of the shinigami. He bolted out of bed; a futon he realised rather absently as he quickly pressed his hand against his forehead. Nothing. He’d half expected it to be no more than a mess of blood and flesh after… what Aizen had done.
His heart was pounding in his chest… Wait! This wasn’t his chest he thought, and stared down at the smooth chest beneath his neck. He was much thinner than this… not to mention a whole lot paler…
Mirror… need a mirror; he thought and looked around the spartan bedroom wildly. No mirrors… right. The bathroom! Everyone had at least one mirror in the bathroom.
He ran out of the room, for some reason feeling more scared than ever before in his life, and bolted into an adjoining bathroom.
The bathroom at least seemed well equipped with a big shower, several cabinets and… a full-size mirror.
He took a deep breath, for some reason his heart was hammering against his ribcage and he felt a strong urge to bite his nails. Slowly he stepped in front of the mirror, his eyes closed completely. Then slowly opened his eyes- dreading, actually dreading, what he would see.
He stared into a pair of deep green eyes. A pair of very large deep green eyes. Bloody hell… he thought and raised a hand to the unruly white hair on his head. He was inside the body of Toushirou Hitsugaya. Well… it could be worse, his mind reasoned after the initial shock had settled, he could be in Komamura’s body…
At least Hitsugaya-chan was a pretty brat, he decided and tilted his head to the side as he inspected his new body closely. He was much shorter than he was used to of course, but was surprised to find this short body also contained more muscles than he had ever had before. Ichimaru had always been thin, never had developed much muscle- not that he really tried either but… It was rather interesting to have some; he thought and flexed the muscles of his arms. Cool. He could pose like this… sure he looked a bit young, due to his lack of growth spurt but… damn the boy had more muscles than him! The hair at least wasn’t that big a difference, although it was a bit more ruffled than he was used to.
A faint noise interrupted his inspection, and he pricked his ears. A knock? He leaned out of the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” he asked and almost jumped at the unfamiliar sound of his voice.
“Hitsugaya-taichou?” a gentle voice spoke from outside the door,” are you alright?”
“…Peachy. Why?”
“You…eh… you’re late for work, Hitsugaya-taichou. Your fukutaichou sent me to… check if everything was alright.”
“No worries, servant-chan, I jes’ overslept. Ye jes’ run alon’ an’ tell her that I’ll be right there!”
“Y… yes, taichou.”
Then the servant was gone, and Gin quietly decided that he had to act like lil’Toushirou. Unless he wanted to get caught… which he didn’t. He supposed that the duty bound brat wouldn’t take the time to shower if he happened to be late for work (which he was fairly certain that he never was), which meant no shower for Gin…
He wouldn’t have minded a shower he thought as he strolled back into the bedroom to get dressed.
He couldn’t help but marvel at the tiny size of all the clothes, it was almost like doll clothes he thought as he dressed himself in the usual shinigami uniform and captain cloak. Hehe, Hitsu-chan would fly off the handle if he’d heard that…
Lil’Toushirou’s apartment was indeed neat and well kept, much more so than Gin himself had ever managed to keep his own flat. His bedroom wasn’t too small either, although a bit spartan with no more than a dresser by the furthest walls, a lamp in a corner and the ‘bed’ in the middle of the room.
Poor kiddie… the thought with a smirk… couldn’t get laid often with that narrow futon as a ‘love-nest’. Perhaps he was still a virgin… Gin contemplated this as he picked up Toushirou’s sword and walked out into the adjoining living room.
This too was neat, and very spartan.
No real couch, but instead several pillows that lay in neat formations, a low table and a bookcase- filled to the very brim with books.
No one would have suspected a kiddie like Hitsu-chan to live here… of course the lil’ boy-genius always was very rigid to be perceived as an adult wasn’t he?
He shrugged and continued outside.
It was just another sunny summer day in soul society, and far below the walking bridge was a wide plain of luscious grass.
“Hitsugaya-taichou!” someone, a lady he didn’t recognise, yelled and waved up at him. It took him a second before remembering who he was, or rather was supposed to be, and he waved back hesitantly.
Did Hitsu-chan wave?
The world seemed so much bigger; he thought and ignored the odd looks he was receiving from the shinigamis he passed on his way to the office. Suddenly halting on the wide square outside the cafeteria he gave himself a mental slap.
He had been on his merry way to the 3tr division office. Stupid. He was the 10th division’s captain now. He had to play the part.
So… where was the 10th division office?
He realised that the passing shinigamis were watching him, probably wondering what he was doing standing in front of the cafeteria, looking around like a damn lost fool. Well he couldn’t very well ask them for directions could he? They’d know something was wrong…
Wait here… he thought and took a deep breath… Rangiku was Hit… his fukutaichou right? And when Gin had still been… well Gin, he had met her on several occasions for lunch and stuff right? And then he had often met her up by the east entrance.
Knowing his lazy friend she’d probably not walked far from the office to meet him… so the office had to be somewhere in that direction.
Bloody hell… he thought as turned to walk east, he couldn’t believe that he didn’t have a clue of where the 3rd division office was…
Fortunately thought, it turned out he was right.
Rounding a corner not far from where he usually met up with Ran-chan he saw her. A surge of… joy(?) tingled through him at the sight of his old friend, and he had to hold himself back from throwing himself at her. Strange… he had never felt anything that strongly before… was this one of them ‘effects’ Aizen had been talking about?
“Never thought I’d see the day when ya were late fer work, Hitsugaya-taichou!” Kutchiki’s fukutaichou (Renji?) commented with a smirk when he came up to them.
“Nah, Abarai-fukutaichou,” he replied,” We all ‘ave rough nights see.”
“Hitsugaya-taichou has been very worried about Hinamori-san,” Ran-chan told the redhead.
He has? That’s right, those two were close ne? Had grown up together or something… he vaguely recalled Ran-chan telling him about it sometime. So the lil’ Aizen-fan had survived eh? He briefly wondered what his old taichou would think of that…
“Tha’ right, Abarai-chan,” and immediately cursed himself for using the phrase ‘chan’, Hitsugaya would never say ‘chan’…right? Nor did the brat talk like this did he? Bloody hell… how did Hitsu-kun talk? “Can’ let the lil’ lady be all alone in the dark hour of night can I?” Damn, stupid mouth was running on autodrive or something.
The redhead was peering down at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion, and again Gin felt his heart began to hammer. He really hated being in this body… didn’t the boy have any control of his emotions? How could he always appear so calm if he felt like this inside?
“What are you staring at, Abarai-fukutaichou?” he snapped, trying to sound more like the little taichou normally would. “Don’t you have anything better to do than to stand there like a fool and goggle at me? Don’t you have work to do… or maybe I should go ask B… Kutchiki-taichou myself?”
“Y…yes, Hitsugaya-taichou…” the redhead stuttered, obviously taken aback by his harsh change of tone. After the redhead hurriedly left and left the two of them standing staring after his retreating form, he looked back up at his old friend and noted with some annoyance that he didn’t even reach her cleavage. He had always enjoyed looking down into that… a valley for the gods themselves as it was.
“Eh… Taichou?” Rangiku asked after a while, giving him an odd look, much like the ones he had received the entire way to the office.
“Ha, R… Matsumoto-san?”
“Why are you squinting like that? Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
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Hitsugaya had had an odd dream.
A dream filled with ice and pain, which in itself was odd, since ice had come to mean a place of security to him. Ice he knew. He trusted it to stay solid beneath the soles of his feet. But in his dream it had hurt. Hurt bad. And even as he was wrapped up in that dream he had been certain that he’d wake up any second. That the pain in itself would cause him to wake up, panting and sweating, but safe in his bed. This, however did not occur.
It wasn’t until much later when the dream had morphed into another- where Hinamori played the lead role- not until then did he wake up. With blushing cheeks he rolled around and searched for his pillow. But couldn’t find it.
He opened his eyes.
Darkness.
For a second he wondered if he’d really opened his eyes at all but when he moved a hand in front of his face he could indeed see it. Which of course meant that his lids had to be open, but why was it so dark in his chambers? Was it still night? That couldn’t be it. Not even night was this dark.
“Ah, I see you’ve awakened.”
He knew that voice.
The boy-captain whipped around like a snake: “Aizen!”
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Author’s notes: One of my first attempts to write Bleach- it's fun but hard... :p
Anyhow, I thought I mght as well post this here and see if you guys like it. please tell me what you think.
This story and my other bleach story can be viewed here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1133099/