Hello Everyone, SimplyFalling here! -waves- This is my first story that I finally worked up enough courage to post somewhere. As I state at the bottom of this in my author's note, I was only recently introduced to Bleach and am currently in love with it! But I'm not that ar, so please excuse me if I do get some details wrong, feel free to correct me in any comments that you leave for me. Anyways, enjoy chapter one!
Disclaimer: All the things you recognize? Yea, I don't own them. Things you don't recognize? I still probably don't own them. The only things I currently own are the plot and the OC I have in here.
Chapter 1: First Encounter
"MATSUMOTO!"
Said Strawberry Blonde Lieutenant cringed at the voice of her tyrant of a captain. She gingerly set down a half empty bottle of Sake on the marble coffee table that sat in the middle of Ukitake Taicho's office, a slight whimper clawing its way out of her throat.
"I didn't do anything!" She whined before slowly dragging herself up from the comfortable chaise lounge she'd previously occupied for the past several hours, the gentle captain of the thirteenth division smiled serenely at her before bidding her farewell. She trudged slowly through the open halls, the closer she got to her Taicho's office, the more evident his anger was, coming in the form of icy floorboards and air so cold you could see your breath.
She passed by several Shinigami that were piled in heaps, having slipped on the treacherously dangerous floors. She easily walked by them, having been the target of her captain's annoyance so many times, she sort of learned to skate in her sandals through the wide hallways. The door to the office was frozen shut, icicles glittering off the very tops of the wooden frame.
She stepped in easily, hoping to act nonchalant about whatever the snowy haired man was going to accuse her of and simply brush it off casually. It always worked before.
Her short tyrant sat at his high backed chair, a vein pulsating in annoyance on his pale forehead. His eyes were closed, but she didn't seem to mind that much, and he was pinching the bridge of his nose, most likely trying to ward off the oncoming headache she always seemed to give him. In his hand was a thick piece of paper, slightly wrinkled with how tightly he was clutching it. From her view near the door, she could easily see the cursive writing that covered the page. Someone named Albus Dumble-
"What the hell is this, Matsumoto?" He held up the thick paper before carelessly tossing it to her direction. She strode forward and knelt, picking up the paper with a well manicured hand, her grey eyes flicking through the sentences with ease, her eyes widening slightly at the information that this letter held.
Dear Mr. Hitsugaya Toshiro,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than by July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
"I didn't do it, Taicho," She answered after reading through the letter twice, just to make sure she wasn't deceiving herself. Her captain sighed irritably before a hell butterfly flew through the partially opened window and landed on his forearm which lay resting on his desk.
This is a notification to Tenth Division Captain, Toshiro Hitsugaya.
Please report to Sou-Taicho Yamamoto's conference chambers to be briefed about your oncoming mission, this meeting will take place at 1 pm.
Both captain and Vice captain exchanged a glance before Hitsugaya gave his consent, telling the tiny creature that he would be there at the written time. The butterfly flew off silently, disappearing through the window in which it first came through.
A glance at the clock told Hitsugaya that the meeting would begin in approximately 23 minutes.
"I told you I didn't do it, taicho," Matsumoto's famous Cheshire cat grin settled on her striking face. A growl was her only response as her tiny little captain went right back to doing his paperwork (And hers) muttering something about 'Complete and utter nonsense.'
She grinned easily before slipping onto the comfortable couch he kept in his office.
"Do you think they really exist, taicho? Wizards and Witches with little sticks as their choice of weapon?" She laughed to herself on the statement about the wands. Seriously, what were those tiny pieces of tree going to do in a real battle? It was nothing like the Shinigami's Zanpaktou, a blade that was bonded to their soul and was always useful in a battle. Most times anyways.
"I don't know. I have never heard of them other than in children's tales, I apparently will be debriefed before going on this mission," His deep voice actually calmed her nerves a little. For some strange reason, she felt uneasy about this mission, like something strange would happen and it wouldn't be good. They lapsed into a companionable silence, both pondering about this so called mission and what it would entail for the white haired, child prodigy she called her Captain.
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"Hitsugaya Taicho reporting in," The small captain stood in front of the Soutaicho's desk, his face impassive, even under the scrutiny of the older man. The old man said nothing for several minutes before speaking.
"Hitsugaya Taicho, we have had several reports of Menos level Hollow appearing in a town in England, it goes by Little Whinging. Also, several souls who should be arriving here from that certain location have disappeared from our detection, seemingly vanishing off of this plane of existence." The gravelly voice simply commanded attention. Teal eyes widened fractionally at the last bit. How could souls simply vanish without a trace? They almost always left at least a tiny reiatsu signature, something that wouldn't fade for days on end. The snowy haired captain stayed silent, allowing the older man to continue.
"There have also been reports of high levels of Spiritual pressure. Not nearly as high as ourselves, but still significant for a small town that it is. There is also a special little boy, he goes by the name of Harry Potter. He has been the target of an evil Wizard, who goes by the name of Lord Voldemort and-" Hitsugaya calmly raised his hand to interject something.
"So they do exist? Witches and Wizards?" The tiny captain raised a single snowy eyebrow. The older Shinigami gave a swift nod before continuing his speech.
"As I was saying, when this boy was a mere infant, he was the target of a killing curse by this Lord Voldemort. Somehow, during the time in which it was fired, the curse bounced off the boy's forehead and struck it's caster, who was the dark wizard. We have evidence to believe that Aizen is going to align himself with the dark lord to win the battle against us," The Soutaicho let this information sink in. Hitsugaya said nothing and merely nodded to continue, his mind writing all this information down for later use.
"I am going to send you on a mission. Investigate the disappearance of these souls and the sudden bursts of Hollow Appearances and Protect Harry Potter. We cannot allow Aizen to ally himself with such a dark and powerful figure. When you are fully beginning your mission, you will meet your partner, whom I have called ahead of time. She is of high ranking and demands respect, much like yourself. You will know her immediately as soon as you catch sight of her." Hitsugaya's face showed a flash of annoyance at the thought of having to go into this with another person he didn't even know. Hell, he would rather go on this mission with the Substitute Shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo than go into it with someone he had no clue of what their capability in any situation was.
"You will not regret my choice, I have served under her for many centuries as her advisor, she is more than capable of taking on this mission. However, I felt that this needed at least two high ranking officers to complete. Your guise has been set up by Captain Kurotsuchi in Division 12. You will be posing as a 4th year transfer student from Japan, attending a single year at this School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You depart tonight. Please go see Captain Kurotsuchi about your gigai, I do believe that he has designed something of exceptional value to you on this mission. This briefing is finished." Hitsugaya was stunned speechless. The almighty, all powerful Sou-Taicho actually served under someone? Witches and Wizards exist? Aizen and this Lord Voldemort character?
These thoughts swirled through his head, his mind desperately trying to process this new deluge of information. He walked calmly towards the twelfth division, stepping cautiously into the lab room.
He had no further gone past the threshold when the creepy black and white face of the captain appeared before him. Captain Kurotsuchi Mayuri smiled gleefully in a way that made Hitsugaya's stomach turn at the sinister smile. The taller captain beckoned excitedly into a different room, this one much brighter than the actual lab itself.
He stepped into the room, finding several different types of machinery he didn't even want to learn how they worked. However, laying on the white surgical table was a gigai, his gigai to be exact, but it was different.
The snowy locks were still the same, maybe a little bit longer, but still the same. His complexion was just as pale as it was now, which didn't bother him. He immediately noticed something though.
This gigai was longer.
In terms of height, this gigai did seem taller than his current stature, something he begrudgingly admitted to in his mind. He ran his icy gaze over the length of the gigai, estimating that at least a foot had been added to it. The legs were longer, as were the arms. The sinuous muscle he knew was under the milky skin seemed more pronounced, giving the body a lean, athletic build that most people would be able to tell with just a glance. He turned to the ecstatically smiling Captain, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"What did you do to my gigai?" It wasn't that he was mad, not really. Simply confused at to how this was going to work out if he was so much shorter than his fake body.
"Very simple, in all actuality, Hitsugaya Taicho. I merely added a few inches here and there, tweaked the muscle patterning and voila! New gigai that should fit the description of a 4th year student!" The gleeful smile was back on the strange looking face.
"How will it work? Clearly I won't be fitting this body correctly with what you did to it," The icy voice sounded exasperated, teal eyes taking a glance back at the soul less body. Kurotcuhi Taicho smiled again before whipping out a dangerously long needle. He gave the syringe a tiny tap at the end, pleased to find the clear liquid shooting out. He held it up for inspection of the little Taicho.
This is a newly invented chemical, used mainly for bone growth. I personally designed this certain batch to alter your soul form in order to fit this gigai under Yamamoto SouTaicho's supervision. Now, All I need to do is inject this into you and you'll be ready to fit into your new body, kapeesh?" The twelfth division captain grinned before stalking towards Hitsugaya's small frame, which involuntarily stepped backwards.
No one heard the piercing scream that lasted for all of two seconds before silence reigned once more.
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When Toshiro woke up, his mind foggy with brief flashes of pain. He automatically knew something was wrong with his body. He gingerly lifted up a single pale arm off the surgical table he found himself on and peered at it curiously. It seemed that his fingers were further away from him than usual. He pondered that thought for a minute before all the thoughts raced back into his mind in a painful throbbing that slightly muddled the events he knew last took place.
His eyes snapped open in alarm, however, and he sat up abruptly, immediately wishing he didn't as pain zigzagged up the length of his whole body in tongues of fiery agony. Nonetheless, he swung his legs off the table, completely surprised that his feet actually touched the ground now and he no longer had to jump off it as he was accustom to doing. He stood uncertainly on his legs, clutching the edge of the table as a safety precaution before turning slowly to face the side of a shiny metal appliance he had no mind in actually learning about. His gaze caught sight of his new body.
It was longer, leaner, and it felt more agile. His soul fit inside this new gigai quite comfortable, unlike the gigais (Plural?) he was used to which restrained the soul and felt like he had a box around himself. He was taller now, something that put a grin on his face as he became used to his newly elongated limbs. He estimated his height to be something close to 5'8, more than a foot taller than his previous short stature. He grinned and gave an experimental stretch before flowing easily into one of his rigorous morning exercises, pleased with the results. His body felt amazing now, lithe and agile as a cat yet still retaining the gracefulness he always had.
He rolled his shoulders, grinning as the movement was completed smoothly, although it wasn't like he was expecting anything different, coming from the twelfth division. He leaped lightly on the balls of his feet before nimbly making his way to his chambers to pack for the mission. He would departing within the hour.
Suddenly, this mission didn't seem as awful as he previously thought it was.
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"Please be careful taicho, I sincerely mean this. I just.. Nevermind, just be safe," His subordinate called to him. He was seconds away from stepping through the Senkaimon. When he had stepped into the office to pack a reasonable amount of paperwork to bring with him, his fukutaicho had nearly passed out from his newly altered appearance. She squealed in delight and crushed his taller frame into a hug that threatened to kill him, his face practically swallowed up by her massive bosom. After forcefully pushing her away, he informed her of her duties as his replacement for the role of captain. She didn't seem to take in anything of what he'd said so he simply resigned to telling Urahara-San to send him paperwork periodically, in which he would then return the completed work before the due date.
He took a last glance at his subordinate before stepping through the glowing gate. He crossed the Severing world without much resistance and reappeared in a crowded alley. Biting back a growl as someone stepped on his foot, he chanced a glance around, and looked at the paper that was clutched in his pale hand. He was supposed to head to a place of lodging called the Leaky Cauldron, which wasn't hard to find given the rickety sign that squeaked with the way the wind blew. He grimaced at the outer appearance of the building before stepping inside.
As soon as his foot crossed the wooden threshold, silence reigned supreme in the busy area. Many older men had begun whispering about his odd hair color and the strange pigment of teal that made up his eyes. The young huddle of witches giggled at him as he drew his cloak more tightly around him. He caught snippets of their conversation, which mainly revolved around his 'Achingly handsome, exotic features.' He simply grinned to himself, which looked more like a feral snarl to the other patrons of the inn. A tall, dark haired man wiped his hands on a nearby dishrag nervously as he approached.
The man was clearly the innkeeper, the apron that he wore only signified that much. Toshiro gave a curt nod.
"I need a room for one-" He had begun to ask for a room to stay in for the next 3 weeks of summer he had left to prepare for the beginning of term.
The innkeeper gave a quick jerky, shake of the head.
"S-someone came in earlier, saying she needed a room for two and to k-keep a lookout for an e-exotic looking male," The innkeeper stumbled over his words numerous times. Toshiro wondered why before checking his control on his reiatsu. Everything was under control, so why bother freaking out over a person's physical appearance. Either way, it seems his partner was already residing in a room here and he needed to meet her. He gave a short nod, silently saying for the nervous man to lead him to the room.
The innkeeper struggled with his pockets for a minute before pulling out a key ring with a single, bronze key attached to it, the number 13 was engraved on the dark metal.
"S-she's staying in room t-thirteen. U-up the stairs and the s-seventh door down to your r-right, u-um, s-sir." The many had a shadow of absolute fear in his eyes now. Unperturbed, the snowy haired man gave his thanks and took the keys, grabbing his trunk as if it weighed no more than a penny and proceeded up the stairs, the conversation once more starting up, and, as he was ascending the stairs, the hot topic seemed to be about him.
He turned onto the first hallway to his right and found the door labeled 13. As a precaution, he flared his reiatsu warningly, saying silently that he was cautious but ready to walk in.
"Come in," A soft, soothing, melodic voice met his ears through the aging wood. He turned the brass handle of the door and stepped through, shutting it with his foot easily. Inside the room, which he found delightfully cold, were two beds, a nightstand between them. A single desk which held a small reading lamp and a tiny bathroom to his right. His teal eyes zeroed in on the figure sitting at the small bay window. She turned to face him.
She was stunningly beautiful, otherworldly beautiful in every sense of the word. Her sun kissed skin was clear of any blemishes, soft, wavy tresses that were the color of a moonless sky drifted down past her slender shoulder to end just a few inches from her backside. Her eyes were the most peculiar shade of silver he'd ever seen, and he's seen many pairs of silver and grey, but her eyes just stood out. They sparkled with a hidden light and had a clear glimmer in them told him silently that she was very intelligent. She was tiny in height, something he was rather smug about seeing he was much taller than her, she really couldn't have been taller than 5'2. At most.
It was clear that, just by her posture, that she demanded respect. He gave a quick bow, noting mildly that she had an athletic looking build, while still keeping her form very feminine. He could easily say she was fast, agile, and carried a grace that only those of nobility could hold. She had a generous bosom, not nearly as large as his lieutenant's, but still quite large. Her legs were long compared to the rest of her body, the tan skin showing from the jean shorts she wore. He met her steely gaze, somehow knowing that this mission was going to be a big success, just with the fact that she was smart.
"Good evening, I am Toshiro Hitsugaya, Tenth Division Captain of the Gotei Thirteen," His deep voice ringing out across the room. She gave a quick bow, which he noted was well executed with her hands crossing left over right across her thighs. Her next words, were the ones that froze him in place, shock and disbelief running through him.
"Good evening, Hitsugaya taicho, My name is Choi Hyerin, the daughter of Hachiman and Dainichi, the God and Goddess of War and Wisdom*. I am a full fledged Goddess and therefore, I wield the Powers of the Divine. It is a pleasure to be working with you," She answered stiffly. She made a vague motion to the bed sitting closest to her.
"Have a seat, there is much to discuss."
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Woohoo! There's chapter one for you guys! This technically is my first story (That I decided to actually post somewhere) and I really hope you guys will enjoy it as much as I will writing it. I was just recently introduced to Bleach, so all my facts aren't exactly down pat yet, but please help me along the way if you see an error, I would be extremely thankful if you did do it. Anyhow, Read and review please! Tell me what you think, It's a first for actually doing something like this for me.
Ja Ne!
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