Blood. So much blood. His hands reached down to his stomach to cover the gaping wound. There were too many. Him and Matsumoto could not handle the amount of enemies.
"Taichou!" He heard his lieutenant shout.
Suddenly everything around the young captain stopped. The frozen wings of Hyōrinmaru shattered and blood dripped from the newly acquired wound to the head. His white hair stained crimson, Toshiro Hitsugaya fell from the sky onto the cold, hard earth.
…
"You're late McGee," Ziva said while going through papers on her desk.
"Strange, McGeek is never late!" DiNozzo chimed in from his own desk.
"Sorry guys, I was up late last night and missed my alarm."
"What were you doing? Hitting on an Elf Queen online?"
Before McGee had a chance to reply, the team heard their boss' voice, "Grab your gear, we got a case."
…
"Petty Officer Mina Florez, age 36, divorced and now single."
"DiNozzo, photo the crime scene."
"Boss, I'd rather not." All the blood was getting to his head, DiNozzo wondered how this amount of blood was possible.
"Well someone has to. McGee is with the one who found the body and Ziva is looking around the crime scene. Guess who that leaves?
"Yes, boss."
…
Ziva wasn't affected by the blood, she had seen worse. Even though this was true, she still didn't want to be the one to photograph the scene. It was horrific, like a wild animal had torn apart the poor woman's body. The park that the body was located in was small and would not be a suited habitat for anything bigger than a fox. Ziva spotted a small trail of blood. The drops gradually got larger as she followed them. The agent took out her gun and held it at her side.
The bushes in front of her rustled in the wind. As her attention turned to the bush she noticed an extremely pale hand and with further inspection a white haired kid, covered in blood.
"Gibbs, you better see this!"
…
Toshiro Hitsugaya stood in the darkness. The only thing he could see was a mirror and atop that mirror sat his Zanpakutō Shikai, Hyōrinmaru. The ice dragon perched comfortably and stared at the white haired captain, his red beady eyes blank of emotion.
"What is this?"
His image flashed in the mirror. As it did so a light frost covered the glass. The boy in the reflection was a much younger version of Toshiro, before he became a soul reaper. The boy looked up at the slightly taller version of himself, his big turquoise eyes confused. Suddenly a long red slash appeared from his left shoulder down to his right hip bone. The boy screamed; a loud agonizing wail of pain. A large stab wound had injured the boy, a bleeding wound at the stomach. The young boy collapsed and blood formed at his right temple. Young Toshiro crumpled to the ground, his body resting in a warm pool of crimson. His large eyes stared at his current, older self. His lips formed the word why? but no sound came out.
"What is this!" The captain shouted.
The glass cracked. Fragments fell into the darkness and the young Toshiro shattered with the mirror.
"You lost yourself and now you'll be in oblivion. You must remember, for if you don't you may never." Hyōrinmaru's words cut into the white haired captain as he lost himself.
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Gibb's and the team stood over a middle school student's body.
"He's alive." The female NCIS agent said.
"You sure? He looks…"
"Yes Tony, I am sure." Ziva replied slightly annoyed.
"Call an ambulance. And McGee?"
"Yes boss?"
"Stay with the kid."
Ziva phoned in an ambulance and left with the rest of the team. McGee stayed with the strange kid. He looked like a middle school student, or even an elementary school student. How could this kid get involved? He looks terrible, McGee thought. I wonder how he got is hair so white…must have used a ton of bleach.
The middle school boy's hair was what stood out, it was sheer white. Not only that but he wore a black kimono and some sort of white covering. In one hand, closest to the bush and almost out of view, he held a decorated sword, stained with a deep crimson.
His injuries would certainly kill him if help didn't come soon. He had a large gash from his left shoulder to his right hip bone. There was a large stab wound to his stomach and a nasty bruise covered with blood at his temple.
He almost looks like a character from a novel or game, the NCIS agent thought.
Suddenly the body convulsed and his back arched. Blood gushed from the large wound across his torso and on the stomach. The air was filled with the agonizing scream from the boy, whose turquoise eyes were wide open. Bloody tears fell from his eyes and to the ground. He coughed and sputtered, chocking on his own blood as he screamed in pain worse than Hell.