A/N: Hi! Please excuse any spelling errors. Since I don't know for sure the name of the First Captain, he will be referred to as the First Captain, or General. If this bothers you, please leave a review, telling me his name. And, I haven't the foggiest idea as to what the Academy looks like, so I'm making it up. I'm in my own, Bleach-based universe. Also, I changed the rating. It won't be nearly as gory as I thought it would be.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

Dedication: This is for the reviewers of chapter one. Thank you so much!

Chapter 1: Run, Shiro-chan! Fangirls!

Hitsugaya sighed happily. The wind gusted across his face, billowing through his wild white hair. It was wonderfully quiet, the streets empty.

Ah, peace and quiet, at la-

"Taicho!!!," Came enthusiastic shriek from farther ahead. Squinting against the sun, Hitsugaya was able to make out a cloud of dust speeding toward him. Matsumoto…

"Taicho! I've been looking all over for you!" She squealed happily, grabbing the indignant captain and crushing him to sizeable bosom. She frowned. "You're too tall to hug properly anymore, taicho." She complained, "What happened to you?"

"I grew up." He grumbled, trying to think away the oncoming migraine. It wasn't working.

"Aw, but, to me, you'll always be my little elf-captain!" She crowed, latching on to his arm like a leach.

Hitsugaya did something so unbelievably un-Hitsugaya-like that Rangiku stopped walking and stared. He pouted.

Ooh, and it's so cute! Rangiku squealed in her head. My taicho really had become some hunk of eye candy.

Can't argue with that. Her zanpakutou agreed appreciatively.

Hitsugaya turned to frown at his fukutaicho who was staring at him with a strange sense of wonder plastered across her features. His frown deepening, he walked on.

Ooh! Even his frown his kawaii!

As he walked, Hitsugaya basked in the newfound silence.

Ah, at last, I have peace and qui-

"Shiro-chan!!!"

Oh, shit.

"Shiro, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro, Shiroooo!!!" Hinamori sang, clinging to his free arm.

"Be QUIET!!!" He snapped. Suddenly, her eyes swam with tears and her lower lip trembled.

"Hinamori…" He murmured, feeling guilt wash over him. Her eyes just got bigger and sadder and her lip shook even more. "I-I'm sorry."

"I-it's okay." She said, her voice shaking slightly. He petted her hair with the hand that she had released. She crooned happily.

Thank god. One disaster evaded… Why do I even have to go to the academy?

Must I joggle you're memory?

Hyourinmaru, why are you…

Just shut up and surrender to the flashback.

What do you mea-ahhh!

Flashback
"Now, you shinigami all have a problem when it comes to obeying orders." The First Captain said. All the taichos and the fukutaichos were crammed into a tiny courtyard. The result was something akin to a can of sardines.

Hitsugaya shivered. He hated enclosed and crowded places. It equaled way too much physical contact. Being smashed in between a sickly-sweet-scented Matsumoto and a sour-breathed Zaraki didn't help matters at all. In fact, it made it worse. Matsumoto's wandering hands were constantly creeping down and attempting to get familiar with a part of her captain's anatomy that she had no business getting acquainted to. And, poor Hitsugaya couldn't tell her to stop, simply because Zaraki was practically panting in his ear. So, all Hitsugaya could do was try to subtly elbow her octopus arms away while attempting to listen to the General drone on and on about the importance of listening to one's superiors.

"So, to test if you can follow orders, when I say jump, you jump. When I say dance, you dance." Twenty-six shinigami stared at their commanding officer, aghast.

"What the-"

"Jump!" All feet stayed firmly planted on the ground.

"Jump!" The General bellowed, his face turning an unhealthy shade of enraged purple. No one budged.

"Dance!" His voice was bordering on a shriek. No one moved. Dancing really wasn't in a shinigami's range of expertise.

"Do it!!!" Hitsugaya was really beginning to worry for his mental health. What shinigami in their right mind would dance? Certainly not he governing body of Soul Society.

Abruptly, everyone shunpo-ed off, leaving a distraught General in the deserted courtyard, very lonely and very angry

The next day dawned sweltering hot. The general called them all to Training Field Three, where they were told to jump through the Ring of Fire! dramatic echo

"Hitsugaya, get your but up there and jump through that ring. I command thee!" The General said imperiously.

Who say's 'thee' anymore?

Apparently, he does, Hyourinmaru. He's been alive a long time.

Ah… Figures.

"Do it, imbecile!" The General shouted.

"No." Hitsugaya said simply, unaware of the swooning lieutenants and their exclamations of "So cool!"

"I will not accept back talk! Take him away!"

It was really quite comical as two scrawny Squad Four medics grasped hold of Toushiro's slender arms. The child prodigy could easily break free and pound them to a pulp, but h decided that it was better to not enraged the slightly insane general any more than he already had.

"No! Air Conditioner- er, I mean, Hitsugaya-taicho! You can't leave me! Let him go!" Rangiku exclaimed.

A vein made itself at home on Hitsugaya's flawless brow.

"Yeah, you can't take our air conditioner! We need him!" Someone shouted.

"Thanks." Hitsugaya said dryly.

"Who are we gonna stare at for the rest of the summer if we don't have Hitsugaya-taicho?" One of the females spoke up.

"I'm not an object, you know." Hitsugaya grumbled.

"Take him away!" The General said, finality ringing in every word.

"Noooo!!!"

Hitsugaya went quietly.

"Matsumoto! Jump through that hoop!"

"No!" She said angrily. "You took away our air conditioner. I refuse." She turned in a whirlwind of strawberry blond hair and stalked off, followed by everyone else.

"Why, damn it!" Could be heard echoing through the training grounds.

End Flashback
Oh, right. Now I remember. Thanks, Hyourinmaru.

It's nice to be appreciated. sniff

"Hey, Taicho! Are you excited?" Hinamori chimed from his left.

"…should I be?" He asked in confusion. Hinamori beamed. She found he frown every bit as cute as Rangiku had.

"Yes!" She practically glowed with happiness.

"Why?"

They made their way through the imposing gates when, suddenly…

"Hitsugaya, we love you!"

"You're so hot!"

"Mary me, Shiro-chan!"

"You're perfect! I love you!"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

"You're so cool!"

"Can I have your autograph?"

Hitsugaya barely had time to blink before he was surrounded on all sides by a mob of red-puffy-pants-clothed fangirls.

"Run, Shiro-chan! Fangirls!" Hinamori shouted from the fringes of the mob.

Too little too late.

A/N: This is incredibly short. I just wanted to end it there and make the next a long chapter. So much for my promise of a good chapter… But, the next will be long and filled with a lot of new characters. It might be a bit dull, but necessary. Thank you. Please review. It would make me endlessly happy.