Captain Hitsugaya stood at the end of the corridor on a brisk spring morning in Soul Society. The breeze coming in through the open window ruffled his spiky white hair as he waited for his lieutenant. Matsumoto was late once again, probably too busy trying on all the "fashionable" outfits she had purchased from her last outing to the Real World. Hitsugaya sighed, leaning back against the wall. A serene silence filled the air, and he immediately wondered what had happened. There was always noise, always. Whether it be Ikkaku battling for sake or a crazy research experiment exploding in the background from what's his face's Research and Development Center.
He cautiously gripped the handle of his zanpaktou and slipped outside. His green eyes surreptitiously scanned his surroundings, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Besides the fact that it was empty; devoid of any soul reapers. He couldn't sense their reiatsu at all. He was all alone.