He spun on his heel, and rounded a few corners. At the moment, he was very vulnerable. Toshiro couldn't use many of the attacks that he had that would surely incapacitate anyone who should come near him. He wasn't an expert in hand-to-hand combat; not many shimigami were, anyway. He feet skidded to a stop when he saw Renji standing in front of him, zanpakuto unsheathed, laying on his shoulder. He wasn't used to being on the criminal's side of the game, but now that he was experiencing it, it was different.
"Toshiro Hitsugaya, by the word of General Yamato, I hereby arrest you for the attempted murder of Hinamori Momo. If you will not come willingly, then I am authorized to take you by force. Am I clear?" Sweat was coming down Toshiro's forehead.
"Yes. You are clear." Hitsugaya said, teal eyes filled with remorse. "But, I have no time to be thrown in jail. There's something I need to know." He slid under Renji's sword, and gave a strong kick to the red-headed pineapple's neck, rendering his subordinate unconcious. "I'm sorry. Just tell me that I'm wrong." And he continued running down the moonlit alleyways of Soul Society.