You can practically tell where I lost motivation in this story. Anywho, I realised the one shot was really long so I'm changing this into a two shot!

This is Toushirou-centric so not a lot if not any HitsuKarin moments and for that I'm sorry!

Hope you enjoy the first part!

We will meet again maybe not in this lifetime but I promise, one day I will find you.

That was what he promised but the moment Hitsugaya Toushirou woke up he didn't remember anything, just like all the other souls before him. He didn't remember anyone, he didn't remember how old he was, and he didn't even remember what he was like or how he acted. All he knows is his name, Hitsugaya Toushirou and another name, Rin.

Upon waking up he found himself in an old town dressed in a blue yukata and a green scarf wrapped around his waist to act as an obi. On impulse, Toushirou analysed his surroundings and the first thing he noticed was the amount of people surrounding him. Not recognising anyone he jumped to his feet and released his spiritual pressure unknowingly out of fear, causing the temperature to drop and forcing everyone onto his or her knees.

'Where am I? Who are these people? Why are they staring at me?' He thought, his mind running five kilometres per second. Along with his incompetence for stares was his inexperience with human interaction, Toushirou may not remember but his body does. His mind's inability to register the situation sent him into a moment of hysterics and it made him imagine a number of scenarios, all ending badly.

Not being able to take their prying stares Toushirou turned tail and ran. Where? He didn't know he just needed to find an isolated place to sort out his thoughts. He ran and ran not taking any notice to his surroundings, which were like a blur to him, until he found himself in a clearing surrounded by trees. For reasons not known to him it aroused feelings nostalgia and security in his heart, it was as if he's lived here for all his life.

Settling on a branch of a nearby tree he gathered his thoughts and assess his situation but before he even began he realised, there was nothing for him to gather. All he knows is his name, Hitsugaya Toushirou and another name, Rin. Aside from that was his experience in the old town he woke up in and the people that were staring, no fixated on him and not in a good way.

'Did I look that bad?' he brooded and realisation dawned him. He didn't know what he looked like. Reaching up to his head he ran his fingers through his hair. 'Ok, I have hair' he thought, pulling a strand towards his eyes he stared at it. 'I have white hair... This isn't going to work'

Jumping down from his place on the branch he wandered aimlessly in the forest. Whipping his head in every direction, he attempted to identify a nearby lake or anything that could reflect his image. He failed to find one and ended up back at the town he was in a moment ago feeling hungry and exhausted. This time he didn't miss the wary look the villagers gave him which caused his inquisitiveness to intensify.

Walking down the path he caught the attention of everyone around him. His unorthodox appearance and display of power beforehand seemed to leave a bad first impression. A very bad impression as he watched mothers stepped in front of their children and men discreetly reaching out for a nearby weapon. Looking back at the town now he realised there were not many people occupying it. His stomach growled again when he sees a child in a worn out yellow yukata eating a loaf of bread. An adult nearby caught his stare and moved to pull the child away. 'What did I do?' his question was left unanswered.

Toushirou resumed his stroll looking for food but no matter who he approached, they never failed ignored him or made themselves scarce. He groaned, it was beginning to be painful to walk around on an empty stomach. Turning into an alleyway Toushirou sat down and leaned his back on the wall. 'Maybe I'll just sleep it off'

It's been a week since he arrived and he's already use to the dirty looks and the discrimination that the villagers gives him. He found out it was his appearance that frightened them. After all it's not normal to have natural white hair as pure as snow or eyes that could freeze even the bravest of men. He learnt that sticking to alleyways is the best way to avoid contact with other souls and sometimes, he'd be lucky to find a snack here and there, but not often. As Toushirou strolled down the main street he couldn't brush off the familiar feeling of loneliness. He swore he felt this isolation before.

It was night and Toushirou's stomach was numbed by now, no longer feeling hungry. If the town looked deserted before then this could be called a ghost town. In other words, the town looks dead. There was literally no sign of life, the old decomposed houses made of wood and straws blended in with the darkness creating a haunting atmosphere. The small park that was originally bustled with children and filled with innocent warmth and laughter was empty and cold. But Toushirou didn't mind, it was a lot colder, quieter and comfortable than before. No hush whispers behind his back. No heavy weighing stares from people that he passed. He especially loved the drop in temperature that left a cool and delightful sensation on his skin. He loved this time of the day the most.

Another week past and Toushirou sighed, exhaustion was finally catching up to him and he felt depleted from the lack of energy he consumed. His shoulder hunched and his head dropped limply as he dragged his feet across the dusty ground. He felt himself dropping in and out of consciousness. It was inevitable when he tripped over his own feet and hit the ground. The impact knocking him out but before he gave into the darkness, his eyes caught sight of a pair of sandals.

"Toushi-kun, wake up!" The voice of a young girl shouted, arousing Toushirou from his slumber.

Blinking his eyes open, Toushirou was momentarily blinded by the sunlight that peaked through the window above his head. Looking around he familiarise the room he was in. It was empty aside from the small table in the middle of the room and the small worn bookshelf in the corner. Looking down he noticed his change of clothes and panicked when he couldn't find the green scarf he felt so attached to. Hopping out of the warm bed, he started towards the door resisting the temptation to crawl back under the blankets again. It hasn't been a month and he woke up in another unknown place again. Did fate hate him?

The door slid open before he reached it revealing a wrinkly old lady who was shorter than him. He couldn't help but immerse in that revelation.

"Oh my you're awake already, dear?" Along with the old woman's soft voice was the motherly aura she emitted. She acted as if he was her own son and not some random stranger she picked up on the streets. Not to mention the said stranger was someone who everyone tends to avoid.

He was speechless at the old woman's kind yet naive question. Didn't she know who he was? For all she knew he would've robbed her and walked out the front door.

"... Y-yeah," he stuttered, still in a dumbfounded state. Remembering his manners, he bowed. "U-um, thank you very much for taking care of me."

The old woman chuckled. "My, my, aren't you a gentleman, there's not a lot of those around here these days."

"A-ah, I was wondering if you saw a green scarf by any chance? I promise I'll leave once I retrieved it."

"But where will you go?"

"I'll probably return to living in alleyways, it's better if you don't get involved with me." He warned.

"Oh no no no, that won't do why don't you stay here with me instead?" She smiled, her wrinkles showing her age. She was completely ignoring his warning. Contrary to the soft tone she used was the atmosphere that left no room for disagreement and the smile somehow looked a lot more sinister than before.

"E-eh? W-wai-"

"Now why don't you go and take a bath while I prepare breakfast." That was her last sentence before she stepped out of the room leaving behind a bewildered Toushirou.

He's been living with the old lady who he now calls "Oba-chan" since then. About 10 years now and he still hasn't age physically. He still gets dirty looks from the villager and he's still avoided like a plague from everyone. Along the way he met her other "grandchild" Hinamori Momo, he was glad he found another person who accepted him despite his abnormal appearance but he felt annoyed whenever she insisted him to call her "Momo-nee", as if he stoop to that level on intimacy.

Over the years he lived with the ancient woman, he began dreaming the same dream-or maybe it was a memory- consistently without failure. It started off short and blurry but he was able to make out a silhouette of a 6 year old kicking a ball on a sunny day where the sky was devoid of clouds. The dream ends after the figure kicks the ball towards him yelling, "Catch Toushi-kun!"

Now Toushirou was never one for nicknames like the one Hinamori gave him, "Shirou-chan" but he found that he didn't mind being called "Toushi-kun" by this youngling. The dream gradually escalated to a longer and detailed scene. The silhouette slowly faded away dream after dream, leaving behind a young 6-year-old girl with black hair parted in the middle. She wore a red cap, a red shirt, black shorts and a pair of blue tennis shoes. The only part that was still blurred was her face and it was rather disturbing playing soccer with a child with no face. He would play soccer with the child in his dreams for a while and it would end when the sky turns orange.

He had that dream for 10 years and exactly 10 years later the dream changed. Like the first dream it started of blurry. He was sat in a clearing surrounded by trees. On a particular tree branch sat a blurry figure. The girl, Rin he assumed seeing as she was the only person he knows from his past. The moment he laid eyes on her, the dream ended and he woke up to the sunlight blinding his eyes again. Sitting up he tried to pull apart the dream and figure out who the girl was and what was his connection with her.

His thoughts were disrupted when the door slid open. "Toushirou-kun, Momo-chan is leaving today so why don't you see her off?"

"Yes, Oba-chan." That's right, today was the day where Hinamori will be leaving to begin studying at Shino Academy. Overall the Academy is a school for aspiring shinigami/s and is only eligible to those who have reiatsu. After they graduate, they would join one of the Gotei 13's squads to fight and purify holles.

Getting out of bed Toushirou followed the old woman to the front of their small house. The house has been his home for 20 years but he couldn't find it in himself to call it 'home' yet he's able to walk into an area surrounded by trees and call it home in less than a minute.

"Ah Shirou-chan! Ohayou!" Hinamori greeted as cheerful as ever. She was dressed in the girls uniform for Shino Academy, a white and red shihakusho. Her hair was up in two pigtails and her bangs were brushed neatly to the side.

He felt his eye twitched at the nickname but let it slide as this was her last day here for a while. "Ohayou." He greeted monotonously he never understood how she acted so cheerful without reasons.

"Mou Shiro-chan can you at least look a bit sad that I'm leaving?" Her mouth twisted into a pout and she attempted to glare at him. "Attempted" was the key word. A sense of déjà vu filled his heart again. He's seen this reaction many times before somewhere.

"Good riddance I don't have to deal with your whining anymore," he stated bluntly before turning around and started towards the door only to stop at the entrance. "Goodbye..." He glanced back at her before looking forward again this time with a light blush, "Momo-nee" and with that he walked back inside.

Behind him, Hinamori was waiting for her brain to process what he just said. 'Did he just...?' Realisation dawned her and she smiled brightly. He accepted her as his sister! And here she thought he was still wary and suspicious of her. A warm feeling filled her heart, 'a younger brother huh?'

It was a bit over 6 years when he discovered his reiatsu. It was also about the time where his dreams started to clear up faster. Slow but quicker than before. It was also the time where his dreams would switch between the girl and a majestic ice dragon with red eyes.

He was once again sat on the ground of a clearing. It was clear that he was in a forest with the amount of trees surrounding him. Looking up there she was. The once 6-year-old looking girl now looked taller and somewhat more mature. Like all his other dreams of her all of her features were clear but her face.

It was obvious that she was upset as her usual happy charisma he was so accustomed to was replaced with a dark eerie aura. The dream seemed to speed up as a minute later he heard her sobbing and before he could grasp the situation, she was falling. His body reacted before he could think and he found himself running towards her with outstretched arms.

"Don't touch me!" the girl shrieked.

Right after the girl's scream, the dream ends and he would abruptly sit up with a frown on his face. 'Why didn't she want me to save her?' It happened every time, he tries to catch her, she would yell at him and then he would wake up not knowing what happened to the girl.

"Another nightmare?"

Turning his head he scanned his guardian's worried face. He couldn't help but find the question ironic, he knows she means well but that question should be directed at her. He only noticed just recently but over the past few days her face was getting paler and she was losing a lot of weight.

"Yeah, but it's fine."

"I see, why don't you go out, buy some amannato and get some fresh air?"

Considering the thought for a moment, he nodded "Ok" maybe it'll help set his mind straight.

Walking down the street of Rukongai he felt the usual stares stabbing the back of his head. Even after all these years the villagers still treated him as an outsider. What started off with fear grew to paranoia. If anything happens, the villagers would point their fingers at him and accused him of bestowing misfortune on them. Entering a nearby corner shop the owner avoided any contact with Toushirou as much as possible. Not that Toushirou cared, he was already used to it. Picking up a back of amanatto he dropped it onto the counter along with the right amount of money. The man avoided his gaze and practically threw the change at him. Again he was used to it already so he didn't feel offended.

Before he could pick up the money, he was suddenly sandwiched between the wooden counter and a soft cushion pressed against the back of his head. "Hey! That's not how you treat a customer!" A female voice called out. She owned a pair of beautiful blue eyes and orange hair that reached her shoulders. She donned a pink scarf and a Shihakushou, indicating that she is in fact a Shinigami and a high rank at one according to her badge.

The female grabbed the back of Toushirou's yukata and lifted him up to her height.

Blue eyes connected with teal ones. "What's wrong with you? Don't just stand there and sulk, stand up for yourself!" She lectured.

"This doesn't concern you old lady!" He shouted he was not sulking. Ripping away from the woman's clutches, Toushirou picked up the fallen coins and his amanattos in record time before storming away. Completely unaware of his reiatsu spiking abnormally and it piques the ginger haired woman's interest.

That night he dreamt of the ice dragon again.

He was in a middle of a blizzard with the wind violently blowing against him but he didn't feel cold at all. The blizzard, although still powerful, weakened for his eyes to adapt and examine the ice blue dragon towering over him in all its glory. The dragon was completely made of ice from its eyes to its scales. The only colour that wasn't blue was its eyes, red and vicious as it roared at him. The noise of the roar vibrated into Toushirou's ear and out the other leaving a name or a fragment of a name in his head, Rin.

"What was that? I can't here you?" Toushirou yelled trying to satisfy his growing curiosity. What did this dragon want from him?

Before the dragon could reply, Toushirou was abruptly pulled out of his dreams and was greeted by a pair of familiar blue eyes. Startled, he pushed away the face that was invading his personal space. "What are you doing here?" He demanded in a soft tone, remembering his grandma was still asleep.

"You should try controlling your reiatsu when you're sleeping, look around." The woman replied her usual carefree face replaced by a solemn one.

Taking her advice, Toushirou examined his surroundings and finally took notice of icicles and frosts taking over the room as a result of the significant drop in temperature.

"Your grandma looks cold." At her words Toushirou hesitantly took a glance at the old woman beside him and was horrified. He was alarmed at the old woman's shivering form and her pale skin that was now as pale as his hair. The blankets that were supposed to keep her warm was covered in frost rendering its purpose useless. Feelings of guilt and concern overwhelmed his senses as he looked at the shinigami with dilated pupils.

"H-how...?"

"It's your reiatsu, you should become a shinigami kiddo. Powerful children such as yourself needs to learn how to control their reiatsu otherwise you'll end of killing your grandma one day." The shinigami placed a hand on his heart. "You can hear it can't you? Someone is calling out for you."

Nodding his head Toushirou took her advice and applied for the Academy the next year.

On the day of his departure, he got onto his knees and bowed to the person he called grandma. Thanking her for taking him in, apologising for putting her health at risk and apologising for leaving her alone.

Toushirou's grandma responded by ruffling his hair. Words weren't needed; her actions were enough to make Toushirou cry for the first time in a long time.

Her silent words rang through his head, 'Take care of yourself.'

Another year later, Toushirou walk down the hallway of Shino Academy, a long sword taller than himself was strapped onto his back with his trusty green scarf. Just like his life back in Rukongai, the students of Shino Academy also avoided him like a plague, not that he minded he preferred being left alone. Besides he needs the privacy to digest the amount of memories/dreams he's been receiving. Apparently the dragon appearing in his dream was his zanpakuto who has been all this time trying to tell Toushirou its name. And he discovered the closer he is to finding his zanpakuto's name the more memories of the girl he gets. In some cases he was able to see the girl's face as well which excited him. He was getting closer to understanding what these dreams mean to him. A frown played on his lips as a particular memory played in his mind.

He opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by bright green lights. He was donned in a plain black yukata with his green scarf wrapped arund his neck. Scrutinising his surroundings all he saw was blobs of green, black and red. The next minute arms snaked around his waist and he was suddenly encased in a warm embrace. The individual (Rin he assumed) buried her face into the crook of his neck and his nose caught scent of coconuts. That was where the dream ended.

He would wake up frustrated the next day, annoyed that he couldn't enjoy the moment a little longer. At the same time he was confused with all the vague details. Toushirou stopped outside a room and slid the door open revealing rows and rows of sixth years in their respective uniforms. He quickly dismissed all thoughts of the girl and concentrated on the event at hand. Strolling down the rows of sixth years, Toushirou settled between a tall thin girl with black hair and a bald muscular giant. Tilting his head up towards the stage he looks over the captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13. As expected of the captains and lieutenants of the Gotei 13, their reiatsu levels were impeccable. He's heard many heroic stories of them but no matter how many feats they achieved, only one pair caught his attention. The tenth division, yes the woman with her developed assets and the man with the goofy grin who stood next to her. How? He didn't know.

"I am Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni and we will now begin the graduation ceremony for class 20**"

Although the Shino Academy curriculum is taught over six years, Toushirou has managed to complete all the required materials in just 11 months. This placed him in a position to graduate with the current sixth years and like most students in the sixth year's class, Toushirou had already materialised his zanpakuto but had yet to gain his shikai.

After the introduction of all the Gotei 13 captain level shinigamis the current principal of Shino Academy began reading out a list of names and their given squad.

"Akisawa Hiro of squad 8"

"Daisuki Yuko of squad 6"

"Fujisaki Hana of squad 2"

It eventually reached Toushirou's name and everyone was stunned at his status.

"Hitsugaya Toushirou 18th seat of squad 10"

It was the first time in a long time since someone swiped a seat right after graduation. Over the years, Toushirou has gain confidence and overcame his distress of stares from his experiences in Rukongai and the Academy. Needless to say, stares doesn't make him feel like burying a hole and crawl into it anymore. But it doesn't seem to apply to girl in his dreams; her stares are still as unnerving as ever.

Walking up the stage he stopped in front of the tenth division taichou and bowed. The taichou of the tenth squad, a tall man with broad shoulders gave a goofy, carefree grin. "Welcome to the tenth squad, 18th seat Hitsugaya."

The woman beside him held the same grin and winked at him in recognition. "It's good to see you again kiddo."

Staring at them Toushirou couldn't stop the small smile growing on his lips at the affectionate greeting. It's been awhile since anyone used such a fond tone with him and he found that he sort of missed it. The thought brought back memories of the girl from his dreams again. She always uses that friendly tone with him. Shaking his thoughts away, he lined up behind his taichou and waited until the ceremony ended.

5 years later, Toushirou climbed up the positions in the tenth squad and took the 6th seat. A few months after his feat, he achieved his shikai.

He was stationed in the World of the Living for a mission when he achieved his shikai; Karakura was the name of the town. Over the course of a week, the 12th division had discovered abnormal hollow activity in the area and sent out one of their squads to investigate. Unfortunately they never came back but evidence left behind showed that it was the work of a rogue hollow with high but abnormal reiatsu. In response to this crisis, Isshin sent out his 3rd to 10th seated officers to investigate the matter and eliminate the hollow if possible.

Toushiro sighed as he slashed another hollow mask with his sword for the hundredth time. It's been nearly a month since he arrived with his colleagues and there was still no sign of the rogue hollow. As if to prove him wrong he felt a strong reiatsu suddenly appearing behind him. Thanking his reflex, Toushirou used shunpo to avoid the attack and a cloud of dust covered the area he once stood. Once the dust clouds cleared up Toushirou was able to analyse his opponent more effectively. The hollow looked normal enough but what threw him off was the mask, a quarter of it was missing. He didn't have time to think as the hollow raised its long arms and swiped at Toushirou who shunpo'd away and appeared behind the rogue hollow. Raising his Zanpakuto, Toushirou swiped down intending to slice through its head but the said hollow whipped its head around and stared at Toushirou. He felt himself stiffen at the sorrow that swirled in the hollow's eyes and a second of distraction was all the hollow need as its fist made contact with Toushirou's temple. The impact caused Toushirou to crash into the wall of a nearby house and cover himself in debris. Adjusting to the pain Toushirou tentatively opened one of his eyes, attempting to focus in on the hollow. Blood surged to his head and he felt uncomfortable with the overwhelming heat. His head pounded in synch with his speeding heart trying to regain its composure.

As if the headache wasn't enough, pictures and sounds began invading his thoughts, giving him a bigger headache. Time seemed to freeze as the hollow raised its arm once again, readying for the finishing blow.

"ROAR!"

An image of his grandma peeling vegetables

"ROAR!"

An image of him and Momo eating watermelons

"ROAR!"

An image of Matsumoto and Isshin fighting over the last bottle of sake

"ROAR!"

An image of him playing soccer with a girl... Rin.

Toushirou's eyes widened as the roars gradually became words along with clearer memories of Rin.

Reign

A 14-year-old girl

Over

Grey eyes filled with curiosity.

The

Black hair tied in a high ponytail.

Frosted

A red yukata

Heavens

A soccer ball

Hyou-

A mask resembling the dragon from his dreams

Rin-

The name that was etched into his heart

Maru.

"Toushi-kun!"

"Reign upon the frozen heavens, Hyourinmaru!" On his command a burst of reiatsu rushed towards his sword.

The sudden burst of reiatsu blew the hollow a safe distance away. With shaded eyes and a blank mind Toushirou stood with his long sword at hand. Attached to the hilt was a chain connecting to a crescent moon. Twirling the chain for momentum, Toushirou swung it at the hollow. The reaction was instinct, on coming in contact with the crescent moon ice spread throughout the hollow's arm. Pulling on the chain Toushirou dismantled the hollows arm and shattered it in to thousands of fragments. Taking the hollow's flustered state to his advantage, he appeared in front of it and slashed its mask before it could comprehend what happened. With the mask broken, the hollow disintegrated.

A chunk of memories surged through Toushirou's mind and he stumbled from the overloading information. He kneeled and leaned against his Zanpakuto that was implanted into the ground. "Rin..." He whispered before giving into the darkness. His last thoughts were, 'I'll find you'

And now you just have to wait until I finished the 2nd part...