Prologue

Instituo (Forgotten)

Hiii~ Oh wow it's been forever, but I'm finally posting things again! Now this is my story, my HitsugayaxOC story that I have been playing in my head for..like...two years XD, and now I am finally writing it! And forgive me for the shortness of this prologue! It's just a prologue that I wrote late last night..or I guess early this morning because it was about 6 am ^^'. But yeah, here's the story, um. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY CHARACTERS! And yeah. So enjoy. And oh yeah, rating for language.

Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama, Action, Mystery

"All things that are lost, will eventually be found,"

Toshiro Hitsugaya was angry, very angry. It was a hot spring day, and even with the windows open, he couldn't help the beads of sweat that poured down his brow and onto his desk. His paper work was piled high, giving him a pounding headache, along with his bodacious fukutaichou whining about himself being so grumpy.

"Nehhh~ Taichou!" She whined "You need to loosen up! Let's go get a massage! Or let's go on a leave to the world of the living-"She continued to ramble on.

The captain gripped his brush tightly, the wood whining under his strong grip. "Matsumoto, I am warning you, please shut up!" He practically begged, running a hand through his damp hair. Another thing that pissed him off, he HATED being wet.

Rangiku pouted and slammed her hands on his desk, causing him to twitch. "I know what you need! You need a girlfriend to loosen you up!" She stated with a nod "Yeah! Someone that will calm you down,"

Hitsugaya slammed his fist on the table, causing his bubbly fukutachiou to yelp and back up a little "I do NOT need a girlfriend or ANYBODY for that matter," He yelled, losing his temper. No, scratch that, his temper was lost a LONG time ago when he made the terrible mistake of making Rangiku Matsumoto his fukutaichou.

Matsumoto frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but then a hell butterfly came into the room.

'All taichous report to the meeting hall, immediately,'

'Great now I have to report to a meeting, soaking wet in sweat,' Toshiro cursed in his head as he got up and began to walk out the door, then stopped abruptly.

"Matsumoto," He glanced over his shoulder and looked at her, twitching widely. "If I come back to unfinished paperwork assigned to you, I'll freeze all of your sake and shatter the bottles," And with that he flashed off, leaving his fukutaichou scrambling to get her work done.

Hitsugaya arrived at the captains meeting and took his place as the others arrived. He had the urge to ask Ukitake if he knew what was going on, but didn't because of the confusion in the room and obvious chatter of the same question.

After the rest of the captains arrived, the banging of wood on wood echoed through the room and the attention was turned on to the only man who got to sit on the damn chair, Yamamoto-sou-taichou.

"My greatest apologies for this inconvenience," His gruff voice echoed through the room "But the matter is quite important for recent events. As of two hours ago, a clan that goes by the name of Kusana, was recently charged with the torture and murder of two unranked shinigami sent to the Rukon district to settle some disturbances,"

The small captain knitted his eyebrows together and listened further. "The clan members are currently under arrest and will be interrogated for further investigation. But as of right now, one of the members will be interrogated today, in this room,"

Toshiro fought the urge to roll his eyes at the last sentence. 'Yeah, great. We get to listen to some sociopath ramble about their reasons for hating all shinigami,' He scoffed in his head.

'Patience young one, take interest in this,' Hyourinmaru scolded in retort, which didn't get a response from the young captain.

"Bring her in Sasakibe," The old man called, opening his beady eyes while looking at the door. The mustached man walked in the door, dragging something much smaller behind him. "Go," He ordered coldly, pushing the figure in front of him, in which it landed on its knees. Though it wasn't an it. That it was a soul, and that soul was a girl.

Toshiro blinked and raised an eyebrow at her. She had very long ebony hair, which looked like it needed to be cut badly. Looking down to her face, which was mainly covered by her bangs, leading to more reasoning as to why it needed to be cut, she had light purple eyes that darted across the room, glaring at all the captains. And she was tiny, VERY TINY. She looked like she would just break if even a feather touched her skin. But that wasn't what puzzled the youngest captain the most, under her eyes were deep bags of insomnia, which completely washed out her almost alabaster skin tone.

'She's just a child,' Toshiro scoffed in his head. 'What does the sou-taichou want with just a mere child?' Many questions like this ran through all the captains' heads, while a small murmur spread through the room that was almost instantaneously hushed by the once again pounding of the head captains' walking stick on wood.

"Silence!" He scolded; everything fell silent.

"What is your name child?" He asked, with plenty stern in his tone. She looked up at him, her face blank but her eyes glaring daggers at him

"Kusana Hachi," She mumbled.

ONCE AGAIN FORGIVE ME FOR SHORTNESS D:! But yes, please review, and use constructive criticism please~ And I'll try to update every monday or so, so far I haven't worked out my schedule but that's my goal~ Ok bai bai~