Edited: 28th January 2015

I'm starting to get into Bleach again (woo?)! Hitsugaya in the latest manga chapters though, fudging hell he better not die.

This is practically going to be a whole different story compared to the previous one (was it even a story?). The plot is different, yes and I have thought of publishing it by itself but I wouldn't want this to die so I hope it receives much love as it did before :)

Disclaimer: I do now own Bleach.

Prologue

It was dark as the clouds loomed over, obscuring and only allowing little sunlight to enter through the windows. Leaves rustled in the gentle breeze as a bird chirped loudly on one branch before spreading its wings and taking off. Soft quick footsteps resonated through the empty halls of Shin'ō Academy. The footsteps stop and a small figure appeared in the middle of the halls, hands on their knees as their shoulders shook visibly at every harsh intake of breath.

"Ahh, I'm late I can't believe I'm late." Minako bit her bottom lip as she concentrated reiatsu on the soles of her feet. Taking a deep breath, her figure disappeared and reappeared a few feet away from where she originally was. A startle gasp left her lips when she rounded a corner and collided into something.

She instantly dropped to her knees and bowed her head, "I-I'm so sorry! I lost track of time and-"

"What are you doing?"

Minako slowly lifted her eyes, relief washing over her body as she saw the blue version of the academy's uniform. She had thought she collided into an instructor. The boy's lips were tugged down into a frown as he stared at her blankly. "S-Sorry." She mumbled, getting up onto her feet. He was a little taller than her, Minako realized. With a mess of white hair and striking blue turquoise eyes, a stark contrast compared to her plain brown hair and dark brown orbs.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, "Life isn't fair."

He blinked, eyes slightly widen in surprise, "What?"

"N-Nothing!" a blush crept onto her cheeks, embarrassed that she had accidentally voiced out her thoughts. She bowed her head in hopes to hide it, "I'm sorry for bumping into you. I didn't think there was anyone still in the halls."

"It's fine." He hummed, giving her a short nod before brushing past her. Minako's head snapped up and she looked at the boy's retreating back in disbelief, "W-Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business."

Minako crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, "At least tell me what your name is!"

He stopped in his steps, a sigh leaving his lips. He looked over his shoulder at Minako with a raised eyebrow, "Aren't you late for your lesson?"

Her eyes widen at the reminder of her tardiness. She craned her neck to look at the hall that led to the Zanjutsu Training Hall where her class was taking place. She groaned, conflicted at whether she should hurry to her class or continue talking to the white haired boy. I'm already late so a few more minutes wouldn't hurt right? She turned back and blinked. The hall was empty.

The boy was gone.

Minako let out a frustrated whine and kick at the wooden floorboards, "He did that on purpose." Letting out a sigh, she trudged along the hallway, no longer caring if her instructor was going to punish her for being late once again.

Heavy footsteps along with a few yelps and swears here and there were heard running down the hallways of the Tenth Division. Minako skidded against the wooden floorboards, almost slipping before she regained her footing. Rushing past a few male officers, she almost collided into one of them if she hadn't spun on her feet, narrowly slipping past him. "Sorry, sorry!"

"Ongaku-san, be careful!" one of them called out before sighing, hands on his hips as he watched the brunette's back disappear around the corner, "Where is she going in such a hurry?"

"I heard she had to report to the captain about her recent mission." The other answered.

"Eh," he sweat dropped, "don't tell me she's…"

The sound of wood hitting against wood was loud as Minako slid the door open in haste. Leaning against the doorframe, Minako tried to even out her breathing, not caring that she was in the presence of her captain, "I'm here." She breathed out, "I'm here." The Tenth Division's hand paused in mid-stroke. Bright turquoise eyes glanced up, taking in the condition of the sixth seat before dropping back down to focus on his paperwork, "Late as always Ongaku."

Minako's lips curled up into a grin, "Well you know what they say Toshiro-taicho, old habits die hard." The white haired captain clicked his tongue in annoyance, looking up to glare at her this time.

"It's Hitsugaya-taicho."