Disclaimer: Really! What is the point of having this on every chapter? We all know I don't own it.

Second chapter. I really hope you don't hate me for the evilness of the first chapter. It came into my head and I had to get it out. Well, here's the second update of the day.

Hitsugaya shot up in his bed. He had been dreaming about the night he had died for what seemed to be the hundredth time this month. It was because of that one night that he had become such a cold little midget...which he really didn't like. That dream always gave him a head ache, but it had never been so vivid before. Usually, when he had that dream, it was like he was watching from the sidelines of a game. This time, he was seeing it through his own eyes like he had when it happened.

He looked around the room. It was fairly big, well, for him it was. When they had been assigned to come to the living world, Yamamoto had given them the money to get an apartment so that they wouldn't have to stay with Inoue like they usually did.

It didn't have much stuff in it. There was obviously a bed, a desk with a computer sitting on top of it, and the closet had a bunch of clothes for Hitsugaya to wear. The room had been painted an ice blue and black for Hitsugaya by order of the Amazing Slacker, Matsumoto. He didn't really care what color it was; he was just happy for the privacy.

He got out of bed and went over to the closet to pick some clothes to wear for the day. He just grabbed a black and red T-shirt and black pants. He didn't really feel like being noticed for extravagant clothing. His hair already got him a lot of attention. More attention was really not wanted. Walking down the hall to the kitchen to get breakfast, he past Matsumoto's room and heard her snoring. That was good. She would be out for almost the entire day, which Hitsugaya knew for a fact. There would be peace and quiet.

Just as he was sitting down to eat some cereal and drink coffee, Hitsugaya heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, he got up and went to answer the door. There wasn't much point in looking through the hole to see who it was for obvious reasons. When he opened the door, there was two smartly dressed men and a women looking down at him disapprovingly.

Hitsugaya was way too tired to deal with these people politely so he just said, "Can I help you?"

The younger looking man looked him up and down and apparently didn't like what he saw. "Are you Matsumoto Toushiro?" That set Hitsugaya off.

"Okay. One: I do not look anything like Matsumoto. Two: The next person who calls me that is going to be in a lot of pain. Three: You better tell me what you want now or I will shut this door in your face."

The woman stepped forward and said, "Young man! Is that any way to talk to your elders? Show some respect!"

Hitsugaya had calmed down a little, but there was no way he was going to show them respect. "There is no reason for me to show respect to strangers who pound on the door at six thirty in the morning." He sounded more like Byakuya than himself.

The older man smiled. Unlike the other two who had pitch black and brown hair, his was already white and he was going bald. "Calm down you two. The boy speaks more like an adult and less like the eleven year old he is. Why don't you treat him with respect?"

The two younger people bowed their heads in defeat. Hitsugaya smiled. He liked the old man. He kind of reminded him of Ukitake, only without the candy. The other two may not have deserved respect, but the old man already had his.

The old man turned back to Hitsugaya and explained, "I'm Fukusawa Ryou, the young lady behind me is Nakushita Mina, and the other is Uchi Kaze. We are from the school department."

Hitsugaya did not like where this was going. "And what is your business with me?"

Fukusawa grinned. "You said you did not like being called Matsumoto-san. What should we call you then?"

"Hitsugaya Tousiro."

The three of them looked surprised, but Fukusawa spoke before they could say anything stupid. "Well, at least we know your actual name now. Would you mind getting your mother?"

Hitsugaya was shocked. What was he supposed to do? He didn't have a mother. Not for a very long time. Like thirty years ago he did, but he didn't now. They called him 'Matsumoto Toushiro'. Could that have meant that Matsumoto...

"Matsumoto! What did you tell them?"

A moment later, he heard a faint voice reply, "No way! There is no way I'm coming out. You'll kill me!"

Fukusawa looked from the hallway to Hitsugaya. "So, she isn't your mother?"

"Hmph! If she was my mother, I'd probably be dead right now," Hitsugaya said.

"Hey! That's mean, Shiro-chan," Matsumoto said as she walked into the room.

Hitsugaya glared and Matsumoto backed up about ten steps. "Keep calling me that and see what happens."

"S-sorry. Well, the high school called and said that they just couldn't believe that you were at high school level, so they're making you go to primary school," she said. Immediately after that, she ducked for cover.

"They're WHAT!" His reiatsu shot up about ten levels, making everyone run out of breath quickly.

"Sorry, but you have to go. They won't change their mind," Fukusawa said comfortingly.

Hitsugaya calmed down back to normal and said, "They know my educational level. I've gone to that high school already. I did better than the advanced seniors did!"

Fukusawa shook his head. "Sorry Hitsugaya-san, but you have to go. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Dammit!" he muttered. He was really beginning to hate his afterlife.

"Oh," Fukusawa added. "You start today."

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review. I'll have the next chapter up soon.