AbhorsenSabriel87: Okay everyone, I've decided to do something new! I recently got into the world of Bleach, so I will be doing something I probably shouldn't. Please review, and I beg of you-
Shirokata: If you flame, make it worthy enough to be read.
Sabriel: Yeah, what she said.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters or affiliates.

((Chapter 1))

---Sitting alone in a clean and expansive room was a young boy, though he'd hardly like you to call him such. His white hair made his pale, youthful flesh seem tan, sticking up in all sorts of directions with absolute abandon. His brow was furrowed, the icy blue-green eyes beneath seeming troubled or annoyed. Seated in the center of the room with his black shinigami robes wrapped around his small frame and the captain's jacket resting on his shoulders, he picked up a small cup from the table before him and sipped its contents, the bitter liquid no longer as hot as it had been twenty minutes ago.

---Where is Matsumoto? He had been wondering this for the past half-hour, though he was not completely worried by it. His Lieutenant was always an unusual person, often choosing to be late when she could… just to make him angry, at that. So, he felt content simply sitting by himself and stewing in his own thoughts. After all, much of the time, that was what he really did. He didn't have anyone (other than Hyōrinmaru) who truly understood how he thought or why he needed to be such a logical person all the time. Being alone was simply easier.

---The front door of the humble abode opened with a click, and the boy sighed, placing the cup down lightly on the table. "You're late, Matsumoto," he stated, his tone disapproving and his expression exasperated. He poured himself another cupful of the tea while he waited for the excuse that he knew was to come.

---The door slid open, and someone stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind them.

---"My apologies, Hitsugaya-kun," the person answered. The voice was not what the boy had been expecting, and he was immediately on his feet. His face was no longer relaxed or contrite; now it looked in shock and anger at the man who had suddenly appeared in his home. Taller than him (though almost everyone was) with short silver hair and a foxish smile, the man seemed absolutely delighted to see the younger captain in this flustered manner. "Next time, I'll try not to be so late, yeah?" The tone was as amused as his expression, though the sarcasm dripping from his kansai-ben threw away the original meaning of those words.

---"Ichimaru-taicho, why are you here?" The child was now starting to feel agitated. Something wasn't right; why would the 3rd Division Captain be here, of all places? The older man chuckled, raising his hands in a shrug.

---"Why not?" he asked amiably, stepping further into the room. "I thought it might be interesting ta see what Tōshirō Hitsugaya did in his limited free time. How disappointing it wasn't som'thin' more interesting, ne?"

---Hitsugaya stepped back, though his expression showed that he would not give the other captain any more warning than that. The body language was unheeded, however, as the man finally came to the edge of the small table between the two of them. "Oh, 10th Division Captain," he said, tilting his head slightly to the side, "are yeh afraid of little me? Why do yeh look at me with such anger?"

---"Perhaps because you are in my home without invitation," the boy answered, glaring as darkly as his childish face would allow. "You are not wanted here. Leave, immediately."

---"How harsh, Hitsugaya-kun!" Ichimaru exclaimed, now looking mildly put-out but still smiling. "And here I thought yeh migh' want some comp'ny! After all, yeh were waiting for Rangiku-chan, weren't yeh?"

---"Last time I checked, you are not my fukutaicho," Hitsugaya stated coldly. His gaze did not waver; the icy sea depths frozen over with suspicion and wariness. "This is your last warning. Leave, now."

---"Eh… as you say, Hitsugaya-taicho," Ichimaru sighed, turning his smiling face away for a moment. He seemed to think about something before turning back to the child standing opposite of him. "Oh, just one more thing." He reached forward before Hitsugaya could defend and harshly ruffled the boy's short hair between his long fingers.

---"Yer so cute, no da?" he stated, snatching his hand away as the younger captain attempted to slap it away. "Well, I'll be seein' yeh." With a jaunty flick of his hand, Ichimaru started to walk out of the room. Hitsugaya simply glowered at his back, more annoyed and angrier than before. He hated being treated like a kid; all the captains knew it. Yet, all of them (especially Ichimaru) seemed to think that it was fun to do so anyway. What exactly was their prob-

---Before Ichimaru even reached the door, Hitsugaya felt his head spinning. The room blurred, and without warning he hit the floor. A slight chuckle reached his ears shortly before the room became black and he slipped into unconsciousness.

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---"Tōshirō-kuuuun!" The front door to Hitsugaya's residence opened and a stunning woman waltzed in. Cascading copper hair curled about her voluptuous frame, emphasizing the large breasts barely held in by her tight shinigami uniform. "So sorry I'm late!" she called out cheerily, moving over to the door of the main room of the house. "I was just a little... caught... up?"

---Glancing around, she noticed with curiosity that her juvenial captain was nowhere to be found. In fact, it looked like he hadn't been in his home at all since she last saw him that afternoon. Walking inside, she looked about, wondering where the boy might be, but her search yielded no results.

---In short, Hitsugaya Tōshirō had simply vanished.

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Sabriel: Alright, it isn't much, but I want to see what you all think before I start getting into the real meat of this story.
Shirokata: And trust me, she hates this initial pairing.
Sabriel: Which is exactly why I'm doing it.
Shirokata???
Sabriel: Anyway, review please. I wanna get this story out of my head before it consumes my brain.
Shirokata: --grumbles-- Among other things.
Sabriel: --hits her and smiles a very Ichimaru-esque grin--