Alright, this is my first fanfiction, so please be kind to me. I wrote this about 6 months ago, and added a little at a time, until I got into it.

Note that even though it says Hitsugaya/OC, I'm balancing more to the comedy side, so you won't see that much romance any time soon. Also, this chapter is a prologue, part 1 actually. I'm working on part 2, but seeing the size I decided I could upload this first.

This is a mockery on Mary Sue characters, but does not mean I can write perfectly. It merely shows what would happen in a realistic version. So yeah, maybe my character will be Mary sueish as well. Of course I will do all I can to prevent that.

Bleach belongs to Kubo, and so do the characters expect for my OCs (which won't be that many, I hope).

Prologue part 1: The start of an amazingly horrible day

It was a normal morning- no, scratch that, it was a normal morning, until shé appeared. Her presence changed everything: The sky, usually filled with clouds at the time of this year, would clear up immediately, the grass would actually get greener on her side, not the other, the flowers would turn her way and even the sun would give it's all to bestow her with even the smallest of his shine to her, warming her surroundings so she wouldn't get cold.

It seemed that nature bowed to her gracefulness. It touched her deeply to know that such beauty would acknowledge her as their superior, so she returned their gesture by assuring them she would do everything to keep herself as the beauty she was.

Not only nature seemed affected by her presence. Every pair of eyes would immediately turn at the slightest sight of her. People were like magnets, all attracted to the only opposite polar, her. Men would fix their attention to her gorgeous perfect body, while women would admire the way she could get her bubbly pink hair so beautiful, and her Bright blue eyes so...so bright.

A-Anyway, even though she loved all the attention, today she had a bigger mission. Because today would be the day she would praise him with the permission to take her as his own. Today he was going to be the luckiest man on earth. Well, who wouldn't be? He was going to date, no, to marry the most beautiful girl in Seiretei! He was chosen, and she had no doubt that he would accept her.

With those thought in her mind she arrived at the front door of his office. She looked at her ten servants- ah no, I mean, no um, she meant, um—her ten friends and gently waved her hand to them, giving them a signal to leave her be. After all, this was something she had to do by herself, as she knew her love was very shy. Her hand lifted slowly to the door, and she knocked. A stuffed "come in" was heard. She took a deep breath, put on the most beautiful smile anyone had ever seen and opened the door.

It was still dawn when Hitsugaya Toushiro woke up. He tilted his head, and took off the paper that was stuck to his face. Even though it was his season, he couldn't properly enjoy it. There were a lot of... 'Obstacles', one could say. He let out a soft sigh and looked at the huge stack of paperwork that was still left.

After the winter wars, a subject he wouldn't like to be reminded of, he had spent every little minute of his free time to get stronger.

Because he had to. He couldn't make the same mistake again. But as he spent more and more time outside his office, a very important thing slipped his mind:

Matsumoto loved skipping paperwork.

Thus it was only natural that after a few months, he happened to discover a pile of paperwork on his desk that was twice the usual size. A quick run through led to the fact that his fukutaichou had simply put her own pile on his. Wondering why she hadn't used a more tactical approach, he decided to take a good look around in his own office. What he discovered made his face as white as his hair.

Matsumoto had no place to hide her paperwork anymore.

Underneath the desk, her usual sake bottles were replaced with paperwork that partly fell out when he opened the drawer, causing him to groan in frustration. The sofa had grown a few inches in height, seeing as there was so much paperwork underneath it that it would lift the sofa up. His table had a surprisingly new blanket on it, and when he took it off, the table consisted of a few not so surprising stacks of paperwork bundled together. And then, when he went to look at his bookshelf, he discovered that half of his books weren't books at all, just a cover with paperwork between it. It seemed that the only reason he still had the other half was because it somehow had to cover up the rest, which failed miserably.

The white haired taichou threw himself on the couch, which caused the paperwork underneath to crumble a bit more, and wondered why he hadn't noticed it before. Looking around his office, it now seemed so clear. Everything in his office was in disarray, even before he had actually discovered the paperwork. It had always been so tidy, but this looked like a disaster.

He threw his hands into his messy hair and moved a few locks out of his face. His mind was as messy as his office. How could he have been so stupid? All this training he had done for the past 2 months took his mind so occupied, that he never considered his life outside it. Hitsugaya had forgotten his duties, his morals, and worst of all, his friends.

His mind shifted to Hinamori. Even though she was already healthy enough to be up and walking, something was holding her back. It was clear she had yet to progress all the events, but it seemed she had finally broken her obsession with Aizen. She no longer addressed him by his former name, if she spoke of him at all. Instead she seemed to be waiting for something, or someone. But as of yet, he still hadn't confirmed this in person. After all, he had yet to visit her.

He cursed himself. Once. Twice. He kept cursing himself. Even while gathering all the paperwork, he kept cursing. And his voice got louder as the pile got higher. He knew that by now, people passing by could hear him, but he didn't care. Right now, he was just angry. Angry at his irresponsibility, his neglect, the paperwork… And-

"Taichou, what are you doing? Cursing so loud in the morn-" She stopped in midsentence as she noticed a very tall stack of paperwork,

" I think I should leave..."

There was a not so soon forgettable presence that quickly tried to flee the crime scene. The source of his rage. Finally, he stopped cursing and took a deep breath.

"MATSUMOTOOOOOOOO!"

Another sigh escaped his mouth as he moved his chair back to look outside. Whiteness as bright as his hair made him squint his eyes for a moment to adjust, which actually felt pleasing. Winter had reached its peak as it had been snowing fiercely for the last few days, but around the tenth division was only a small amount of snow left. Fortunately for him, it seemed that today's snow was still there. It relieved him, but bothered him at the same time. It meant that it wasn't time yet, but it also meant that he would have to see the snow smelt away when time came. For now though, maybe he could relax a bit and enjoy the snow while it was still there.

Or maybe not.

He had only just sunken into a comfortable position on his chair when it started. The snow that was falling suddenly moved like a curtain from the left side. One who saw it for the first time would be shocked, and blink to see if it was real. But short taichou had seen this often enough, and the only reaction he offered was one of irritation. Slowly but surely, the snow started smelting. After a while, a black line of tape came into view on the grass. "fifteen minutes…" he murmured, as he turned back to his paperwork.

He could escape now, if he used shunpo. As soon as the thought came, it left. The thought had become a part of his usual routine. The first few days he had felt too much pride and dignity to follow it. He realized soon enough that those feeling were of no use with that kind of opponent, so for about a week he had tried to listen to those thoughts. That week had been worse than before. Much worse.

The first day the stubborn guy had taken too long to step over his pride and was caught before he knew it.

The next day he doubted a little less, but still got only as far as four blocks from his office.

The third day was a lucky one; he was up early and had some business. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on whose side you take, it got canceled. And the next day was just the same. Somehow, everything that he planned between eight and nine o'clock in the morning was sure to be canceled, no matter how important it was.

On day five he decided that an unexpected visit to Ukitake-taicho might get him out. The taichou that shared his whiteness had been calling out to Hitsugaya in the hope to give him sweets, and even though he didn't like them, it was always better than running. It resulted in having himself being humiliated by getting dragged away from his small hope.

Day six started early. Hitsugaya decided to set an alarm, and as soon as it went off, he jumped out of his bed. Putting on his clothes as fast as he could, he didn't bother to do his hair. Not that he actually could do much with it. Just before 8 o'clock he reached the northern gate, which was the furthest away from the tenth division's barracks. Releasing a bit of tension, he leaned against the walls that protected Seireitei. There was no way he could be caught.

Eight o'clock sounded, and his doom befell him once again.

Seven days after his first try he decided to screw his pride and everything with it. If he couldn't escape now, he was definitely going crazy. Having set his alarm clock an hour earlier than before, he jumped out of bed, already wearing his clothes from the day before. Soon he reached the northern gate once again. Taking but a minute to catch his breathe and look at his watch (he had bought one after figuring out his hell started at 8 o'clock), and ordered for the gate to be opened. The guards looked at him unsurely, but after an ice cold 'hurry up' that was mouthed with desperate self-control, they quickly opened the door.

Hitsugaya didn't wait long. As soon as the gate was opened high enough, which in his case wasn't very high, he used shunpo and fled. He didn't know how far he was supposed to go, though by the time he stopped to reconsider it he already found himself at the edge of rukongai. He looked around, and recognized it as one of the pourer districts in North Rukongai, he guessed from somewhere around the 60th. It was by chance that he ended up here, after crisscrossing through Rukongai, but he was glad. Surely one from the higher stand wouldn't want to come here.

Once again he checked his watch. Fifteen minutes left till 8 o'clock. The white haired taichou decided that it would be best to find a place to hide. He looked around. The houses were broken and filthy. People had fled from the streets because of his presence, which wasn't very friendly at the moment, so he was alone. His clean and 'white' appearance stood off against the dark colors that surrounded him. It was very obvious that this wasn't his best idea, but it couldn't be helped. For now, all he could do was take off his haori to look a little less important, though he was sure all the people in the district were already informed of his arrival. Looking for a place to hide or rather dump his haori, he noticed something weird. At the end of the street he could see light. The light spread bit-by-bit, coloring the street in colors it had never known. The houses appeared better, the street was bright and clean, and people slowly came out of their houses, looking full of life. As the light reached him, he felt stunned, and he recognized the feeling. A shadow appeared at the end of the now beautiful street. He looked at his watch for the last time, as the figure approached him with even steps. As had happened more and more often lately, his face turned the same color as his hair, and he could count the steps with the seconds.

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At exactly eight o'clock the person stopped in front of him. They smiled, and said

'Good morning, shiro-chan!'

It took Hitsugaya a while to realize it wasn't his flashback that talked, but in fact Hinamori.

' I told you not to call me that', he grumbled, though no anger showed. He could never be angry with his childhood friend, and she knew it all too well. She smiled at him, making his face soften. A quick look on his watch showed him that he had only dozed off for five minutes.

'Hitsugaya-kun, did you sleep on the desk again? It's really not good for your health', Hinamori said, her tone a bit teasing. More grumbling slipped out of the taichou's mouth, though it sounded more like wordless babbling. He tried to keep his face into a frown, but Hinamori's smile really didn't help at the moment. They started at each other for a while, just enjoying the presence of one other. It was Hinamori who broke the peaceful silence.

' Are you all right?' she said, her smile slowly disappearing, taking on a more serious tone. Hitsugaya knew what she meant, and merely gave her a look.

' I still think you should accept their help, hitsu-' Hinamori tried, but Hitsugaya cut her off. 'Hinamori, we've talked about this numerous times. The answer is still the same. I will not ask for their help.'

'but-'

' No' Hitsugaya flexed his hands a bit.

' Hitsugaya-kun, please, look at yourself. You're exhausted, grumpy, and if it keeps going like this you'll collapse!'

' I will be fine' he looked away for a moment when he said that, but soon turned his gaze on her again.

' No you won't!' Hinamori said as she slapped her hands on the table, causing some papers to fall of the desk. She ignored them, and faced Hitsugaya with a hard stare. He frowned and said: 'Hinamori, calm down. I will be fine, really. This is just temporarily-'

'She has been coming to see you for over a month now! There is no such thing as temporarily, and you know that she won't stop until she gets what she wants! Please, Hitsugaya-kun, just accept that you can't do this alone!' Hinamori yelled with all she had. It was almost as if she was the one with trouble, not him. They had had this conversation over and over again after that second week, and it had been getting worse and worse. Sometimes slowly, sometimes as fast as shunpo, the conversation would pop up. It had been the second one that had bothered him as of late. She would throw her arguments at him like daggers, and he had to catch them. It took him a lot more stubbornness than usual to keep his point, even though he no longer wanted to. Hitsugaya and Hinamori were both tired of arguing about it, but neither seemed like they wanted to give up.

' Hinamori, tell me. Why should I accept help from the people that got me into this mess in the first place?'

It was his thrump card, which he always played as soon as she broke through his defenses. It was the one question he knew Hinamori couldn't answer, and it was that question that always ended the fight. Hitsugaya finally moved his hands, which had been frozen to the desk when Hinamori started yelling. Resting his head on one hand, holding a pen in the other, he broke the long stare with the trembling girl in front of him and continued signing paperwork. Silence fell over them once again, a tense one this time. The only sounds that could be heard were shaky breaths and scribbling from the pen that moved a bit too slowly over the paperwork.

He looked at his watch yet again. Only five minutes now.

'You should go'

No reply was given, but out of the corner of his eyes he saw her retreating slowly. A sigh escaped his mouth, as many ones had before. He knew she had a point. He needed help. Even as workaholic he knew there were limits, and his was nearing. But he still refused. He refused to accept help from the SWA.

Author's note

Yes, my actual main OC hasn't even appeared yet. That's why I said you wouldn't be seeing any romance any time soon. Next chapter, she'll appear, I promise. Until then, please tell me what you thought about this. I know it's quite confusing, with all the flashbacks and stuff. They're not even done yet. But they have to be done, otherwise it's going to spoil the fun.

Hope you enjoyed it ^^