Yay, six reviews! I feel honered, I think. Alright, the bad news. I've already said it on my profile but this is the last chapter I have written thus far. I'd write more, but the new Bleach movie: The Diamond Dust Rebellion stars our favorite captain. Judging by the trailers I've seen, It is going to reveal some important things about Toshiro. Being a dedicated fan, I want to keep this as close to the main storyline as possible, so I am going to discontinue this story until the movie is avalible in America. DON'T WORRY! I hear it will be avalible this summer, (there is irony in that, can you spot it?) so hopefully it won't be too long a wait. Trust me, I want to keep going, but will almost certainly make a mistake if I do. Now, on to reviews. To QuikSylver: Like with the soul reaper you met earlier, the one covering Ikkaku is probably not going to show up again. As for the snobby boy, I remain undecided. He might or he might not.

After the Soul Reaper's replacement finally arrived, Toshiro's group was led to through various districts of Rukongai. Toshiro nervously searched his surroundings. He could tell higher-numbered districts were very bad off. However, as the number lowered, living conditions steadily improved. Once they finally reached the 1st district, the Soul Reaper assigned them to "families" which would live together.

Toshiro had mixed feelings about the families part. He didn't want to be by himself, yet he didn't want to live with total strangers. Luckily for him, he only ended up living with one other person, a sweet-faced old lady who was quite similar to his biological grandmother. When he asked what her name was, she laughed and said:

"Just call me Granny."

He was quite happy about that. The remainder of the day, Granny read a kind of manual to the 1st district that Toshiro had found on the table when they first walked into the house they would stay at. The house itself was just the right size for two people. There were two bedrooms, a room with a chamber pot, an eating room, a kitchen of sorts, and a living room. It was a little shabby according to 1st district standards, but Toshiro felt just fine there.

-A Few Days Later-

Toshiro was sitting on the porch thinking. He had been doing that a lot recently. His memories of his life in the world of the living were beginning to fade. He also was growing bigger almost overnight. According to the manual, infants would have a short growth spurt once they reached the soul society, then their growth rate would slow down to normal soul society standards. Probably because they didn't want to need so many diapers, Toshiro thought.

Toshiro no longer wore the shirt and pants he had worn in the world of the living. He had quickly swapped those for short, shabby robes which he wore Rukongai style. It was slightly itchy, but they felt better than his previous outfit, so he continued to wear it

He had considered trying to make friends among the children in the neighborhood, but quickly abandoned the idea. Toshiro had seen his new neighbors at play, but he didn't want to join in. He was still too small for them to possibly take him seriously, and whenever they walked past his house, they seemed to avoid his gaze, as if they were afraid of him.

Suddenly, a girl walked right up to him. Toshiro blinked. None of the other people had even met his eyes, let alone walk up to him. Not only that, but this girl was somewhat attractive. She was tall, hat black hair braided into pigtails, and dark-green eyes. Once she was close enough, she started to talk to him.

"Hello. My name is Momo Hinamori. I live near here. What is your name?" She used an easy-going lighthearted attitude with her words, the kind of attitude Toshiro sometimes wished he could imitate.

Surprised by the greeting, he stared at her for a second before mumbling a reply, using a disinterested tone.

"Toshiro Hitsugaya. Why do you ask?" He wanted to know why this girl had approached him when no one else had. She shrugged.

"You're a neighbor, so why not?"

Toshiro, to his own surprise, couldn't think of an answer. None of the other s had, so he had assumed there was some reason for it. Momo on the other hand, showed no trace of that attitude.

"Thought so," she replied cheerfully. "You just need to stop being so anti-social little Toshiro."

That nickname set him off. Why did she have to bring up his size? Heck, of course he was small. He was less than two years old. What did she expect?

"It's Hitsugaya!" He growled. "Don't call me little Toshiro!"

"You're a kid little Toshiro. There's no need for last names." She obviously was having fun calling him that.

"Oh really, Hinamori? What's with the little then? Maybe I should give you a nickname too?" Though it would be like pulling his teeth to get him to admit it, Toshiro enjoyed this bantering. He hadn't had this much fun in a while.

"There's no need to be so defensive about your height. Who cares if you're a midget?"

"Stop calling me that bed-wetter Momo!" Toshiro stopped and blinked after he said that. Why did he say that? Sure, she looked like someone who still wet the bed, but it wasn't right to just say it.

"Look whose talking, little Toshiro." She responded playfully. The next hour or so involved her teasing him with that nickname and him grumbling and responding feebly with his nickname for her.

The whole conversation would have gone on longer, but Granny needed Toshiro to run an errand, so Momo left to go back to her house,

When Toshiro got back from it, Granny wanted to know who he had been talking with. When he told her about Momo, she appeared amused for some reason, though when he asked her why, she wouldn't say.

The next day, Hinamori came by again, and the two of them talked about themselves.

She was quite puzzled by his description of the monster that had killed him, and had no idea what it was. However, she had some good advice on the subject.

"You might never know, so don't get your hopes up, but that is no reason not to search for it."

Toshiro decided to take this advice to heart. He wasn't sure if he would see that monster again, but he would never stop keeping an eye out for it.

He also learned quite a bit about Hinamori. She had been killed about five years earlier when she had fallen into a river and drowned. When she first moved into Rukongai, she had wept for days, but time had mostly healed those wounds. She had also been extra lucky when it had come to where she lived, because she had been sent to live in a house in the same neighborhood as her late grandfather, who she then moved in with once she obtained permission.

After they were done talking, Momo bid farewell before leaving.

"Maybe we should hang out more, little Toshiro!" She said.

"Don't bother if you're going to keep calling me that!" Toshiro replied gruffly.

This caused Momo to giggle as she walked away.