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On the good side of things, he was free of Matsumoto for a year, which means no more elaborate sake parties and have to face the huge pile of paperwork she refused to do. However, on the down side of things, he was going to be pretending to be a child. He was going to be treated like one for the whole year. He groaned. He hated it.

This is going to be a long year.

"Remember to do your work, Matsumoto," Toushiro reminded his Vice-Captain for the last time. He glared at her in warning. If you try to slack off from those mountains of paperwork on your desk…

Matsumoto just smiled reassuringly back at him. "Daijobu, taicho! I have everything under my control!" Toushiro glared at her again. Sure, when he returns from this mission his office would be in ruins and whatever was left of it would be stuffed with untouched paperwork. He couldn't help but shudder at the horrible mental image.

"Hitsugaya-kun," Ukitake called, smiling, from beside the glowing Senkaimon. "the Gate wouldn't be opened forever."

That's right. Today's the big day where Captain Hitsugaya Toushiro is going to the Living World for one whole year.

Now standing in front of the Senkaimon was the said Captain in his gigai. He was dressed in a black polo with the symbol of the tenth division embroidered onto its pocket and long white jeans. Beside him was an ice-blue trunk. Sighing, Toushiro walked up to the Senkaimon, dragging his quite-light trunk along behind him.

"Good luck for your mission, Shiro-chan," Ukitake smiled kindly at his fellow white-haired captain. Toushiro could feel a vein threatening to pop in his forehead.

"It's Hitsugaya-taicho," he grumbled under his breath as he stepped through the portal. The last thing he heard was Matsumoto calling after him, "Remember to write back everyday, Shiro-chan!" a vein pulsed at the back of his head as Toushiro tried his best to suppress the urge to yell at that irritating fuku-taicho of his.

A devious smile crept onto Matsumoto's face as soon as her taicho disappeared into the Senkaimon. Now she could slack off work all she wants and no one will be there to stop her. She wheeled around and shunpoed back to her office.

"SAKE PARTY!"

Toushiro stepped out into the night air of London, England. The streets were dotted with little shops and even though it was dark already, there were still many people running about, doing whatever they were doing. The tiny taicho started walking towards the inn he was supposed to go, which was just a few blocks away from where he had appeared. What was it called again? Broken Pot, wasn't it?

As he neared the inn, he got a closer look at the sign. The Leaky Cauldron, it read. What's with these wizards and their funny names? Toushiro wondered to himself as he pushed the door open.

The first thought that occurred to Toushiro as he stepped inside was this place smells even worse than the sake parties Matsumoto throws. And that is saying something. This place stank of beer and it looked really run-down. Not to mention the rowdy noises the customers were making.

The customers all turned to stare at the weird new comer. White hair was definitely not a very common color around this area. Toushiro concluded. But then again, in which part of the world was white ever a common color among youngsters?

Toushiro sighed internally and met with every single pair of eyes that were trained on him. It worked like a charm. Everyone quickly turned around and looked at anything else but the dangerous-looking child. Toushiro smirked darkly. Many had told him how intimidating his emotionless icy stare could be. It could come in handy if he needed to discipline any unruly squad members or brush off unwanted attention.

"Hey kid, need help with anything?" came a voice from the counter. Behind it stood a man, he looked a little uneasy as he stared at the boy in front of him. He tried to look him in the eyes but something about those icy teal orbs made it extremely difficult.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees as the word 'kid' left the man's lips. Fighting back a growl at being called a kid, Toushiro scowled and approached the man, who shivered slightly at the sudden drop in temperature.

"You'll need a room, kid?" the temperature dropped even more. When will these people learn to stop calling me a kid? "hn," was Toushiro's answer. "How long?" the bar keeper asked, Toushiro caught glimpse of the gap in between his teeth. "A week," Toushiro answered and asked the price. The bar keeper said something that sounded like gallons, getting sick and nuts. Toushiro blinked.

"Could you repeat that?" the man repeated what he had just said. It still didn't make sense to him.

"How about I pick it out for you?" the bar keeper said, giving up finally. Toushiro nodded and handed him the little velvet bag that Kurotsuchi had given him, claiming that it will produce unlimited amounts of wizard money. But of course, it will stop functioning immediately after Toushiro had completed the mission.

The man took from the bag an odd gold coin saying, "This is a Galleon," then a silver one and a bronze one, identifying them as Sickle and Knut respectively. Toushiro gave him a small nod.

"This way," The bar keeper gestured for Toushiro to follow him. He took out a stick from his sleeve and gave it a swish, Toushiro's trunk levitated above the floor and followed the bar keeper as he went up a creaky staircase. It sounded like it may give-way anytime.

They stopped outside a room numbered 14. The bar keeper unlocked the door with a brass key and levitated the trunk into it. With another swish of his wand, the trunk was lowered onto the floor.

"Well," the bar keeper said, turning around to hand the keys over to the white-haired taicho. "I guess that's about it kid. Breakfast is included in your payment so just come down whenever you're hungry. The name's Tom by the way." He added before slipping out of the room. His footsteps echoed in the dark hallways, shadowed by Toushiro's icy aura. How dare he call me a kid again! If he were in my squad… Toushiro carried on his dark thoughts, thinking about how he would punish Tom for his insensitivity.

It was getting late after all; he will have to buy his equipments tomorrow. Toushiro sighed and kicked off his shoes. Lying on the bed without the covers on, Toushiro drifted off into his sleep, dreading whatever will happen the next day.

He vaguely wondered what was happening back in his division, hoping sincerely that Matsumoto was indeed keeping her word and everything was well under control…

There! The end of another chapter! I hoped it's not too short and you enjoyed it!

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