A/N: Wow! Thanks for the reviews guys! Didn't expect this many for the first chapter really! Thank you so much for enjoying it! So here comes the second chapter of Shiro-chan's fantasy adventure! Enjoy!

And yes, it is indeed Carlisle's POV in the previous chapter, congrats to the annonymous winner( you didn't leave a name) of a Ferrero Roche!

"Japanese."

"English, or the native language of the place/characters."

Disclaimer: I DONOT own Bleach or Twilight

Despite the heavy injuries, the boy's breathing was steady, if not a little shallow. He frowned. This is strange indeed… something about this child—not just the fact that he smelt like freshly-fallen snow with a musty tinge—told him that he wasn't normal.

Without a second thought, he carried the unconscious child into his house that was just near-by.

Hitsugaya Toushiro looked around him in a daze. Where am I?

All around him was black emptiness. He couldn't tell which was right, left, up or down, heck, he couldn't even tell if he was upright or not! It was so empty—just like how he felt now. Empty, lost.

Matsumoto was gone, he couldn't even protect her. He wasn't worthy of this hoari he'd worn so proudly on his shoulders! Something warm and wet streaked down the corner of his eye; he caught it on his finger. Was that a tear? It was so long since he had ever shed a tear. He never cried again since the day he met Matsumoto…

Another drop came, then another, followed by yet another… soon, Toushiro was—to put it simply—crying his heart out.

What was his purpose to live now? When he wasn't capable enough to even protect his lieutenant? Angrily, his hand shot up to rip the white captain's haori from his shoulders.

However, his hand was stopped by a warm, gentile touch. Surprised, Toushiro turned his wide, watery teal orbs to the glowing figure behind him.

It was Matsumoto.

She was smiling at him like how a mother would at her beloved child. There was a slight glow around her unwounded and healthy-looking figure, creating a halo effect.

It was her hand that was on his, stopping him from tearing off the object he worked so hard to earn.

"Don't, taicho." It almost made Toushiro smile to hear her mischievous tone again. "Don't cast it aside, taicho."

"Don't call me 'taicho' anymore, Matsumoto…Rangiku… you died…I couldn't carry out my duty as a captain to protect you, I'm not worthy of the title." Toushiro's voice was emotionless, but his eyes were overflowing with unspoken feelings.

He looked away and continued in a small voice, "I became a Shinigami to protect the ones I cared for, but I have failed…I'm not even worth living…"

Hearing his words that seemed to echo loudly around this dark abyss, Matsumoto's blue eyes widened. She grabbed her depressed taicho by his shoulders then she looked seriously into his eyes.

"No, taicho! You cannot think like this!" Toushiro didn't turn his empty eyes away from her. "You have not failed! I told you to win for the Division and guess what, you did!"

"But—!"

"No buts! You have not failed in fulfilling my request! Remember it, taicho! You are just half way through!"

"Matsumoto…"

"That's right taicho! You have to be strong and live on, for the sake of your Division as well!"

Something in the depts of Toushiro's empty eyes flashed. Matsumoto was right, how could he mope around like that when the rest of his Division is still waiting for him to be back and lead them?

Matsumoto wouldn't want to see him this pathetic as well if she was alive; she would want to see the strong taicho she always worked—if not a little lazily—for.

He will live on to fulfill her last request…he will live on strong for his Division, for his lieutenant…Rangiku. He will live on.

Matsumoto smiled again at the renewed resolve in her captain's bright eyes as she began to fade away bit by bit.

"Matsumoto…are you real? I mean, here? Is this really happening, or am I imagining it?" she stared at him for a moment not saying anything then she turned away to stop herself from laughing.

The curious look in Toushiro's eyes was so kawaii that Matsumoto was barely able to contain the giggle that was forcing itself out of her lips.

She squealed internally at her adorable taicho as she tried to keep a straight face when answering his question.

"What do you think then, taicho~ it's all in your head~" she sang and winked at him mischievously before disappearing completely.

"Baka…always leaving your work half-done."

Carlisle's POV

"How is it?" Carlisle asked the pale black-haired girl beside him. The pixie-like girl had her eyes shut, a look of intense concentration on her angelic face. Six pairs of golden eyes and one chocolate brown all turned to the above-mentioned girl.

The girl frowned.

"Still nothing," she said, her ringing voice sounding slightly frustrated as she opened her own pair of golden eyes. "It's not like the werewolves either, where I can't see other things as well. It's like he—how should I put it?—he doesn't exist at all!"

"Are you sure that's the case, Alice?" Carlisle asked, his brows furrowing, creasing the perfect alabaster skin on his forehead. The girl—now identified as Alice—nodded, a cute pout on her lips.

Her blond lover wrapped a reassuring arm around her slender waist in an effort to cheer her up. She leaned closer against him, acknowledging his effort.

Carlisle let out a deep sigh and went to stand beside the small figure—that was shrouded in mystery—occupying the white sofa now. His wife, Esme, came with a small blanket to cover the little boy (who was just wearing a black polo shirt and grey pants that Alice bought for him) with.

It had already been two days since he had found this boy in the trees, bloody and mangled like he just came from the middle of a battle. The long, blood-stained Japanese katana strapped against the boy's back just gave prove of that.

Since the boy wasn't exactly dying because of his ridiculously strong vitality, Carlisle had just bandaged up the wounds and treated them like how a normal doctor would.

He found no need to put such a young one through eternal damnation like the rest of his family.

He smiled at the katana and the boy's traditional clothes that were folded neatly at the foot of the sofa—Esme had them mended in a hurry when she heard that Alice and Rosalie were going to throw them away and buy the boy 'cuter clothes' to wear instead of 'those dreadful rags' since they were spoiled anyway.

Now, those clothes looked as good as new. He gave his kind wife a kiss on the cheek which she returned with a smile.

Carlisle studied the boy's innocent features and wondered for the umpteenth time just what the boy was doing before he found him.

Then, one of the boy's fingers twitched.

Carlisle's eyes widened at the first sign of movement since he found the boy two days ago. Immediately, all eyes in the room were on the small form of the boy.

Edward instinctively shifted ever-so-slightly in front of Bella, who was craning her neck to take a better look at the boy around Edward's protective arms.

The boy's white eyebrows knitted together, and he clenched his teeth, as if he was in pain. Carlisle's medical-training kicked in immediately; he reached out to touch the boy's clammy forehead, to see if there was a fever.

But the moment his skin made contact with the mysterious boy, cold, teal orbs flickered open, and an extremely surprised Carlisle found himself pinned to the ground by the boy.

The boy's strength amazingly rivaled an average vampire's despite his size.

"Who are you?"

Dundundundun… and here Shiro-chan meets the Cullens! I'm not exactly the best in writing romance, so I'll try to avoid too much lovey dovey stuff… see ya guys in da next chappie!

Extra Note: Some of Toushiro's phrases in this chapter was based off another famous book, can anyone guess which one it is?

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Arigato!