"Gibbs! Gibbs!"
"What is it, Abby?"
"Well the place the boy said he came from? Nonexistent."
Gibbs gave her an, I already knew that, kind of look. "Go on."
"Also his hair and eyes? Completely normal. No dye, no contacts."
Gibbs nodded and turned to leave the lab but stopped when he heard Abby again,
"Hey Gibbs?" Her voice was hinted with worry.
"Yeah?"
"How is he? The kid?"
"Ducky says he's fine," and with that Gibbs walked away.
Abby sat in her lab chair and grabbed her enormous cup of Caff-Pow and took a long sip.
…
Toshiro found himself facing a familiar mirror, an irritation resonated inside him prompting him to say, "Not again."
The mirror showed not his reflection but a young girl. Her hand traced the mirror but her eyes stayed focused on Toshiro.
Could she see me? Who is she? He wondered.
The girl, who had dark grey eyes and black hair cropped to fit her face, looked very athletic. Her mouth parted and a whisper came out but he heard nothing. Suddenly realization hit her and she pounded on the glass. She seemed to be yelling but he couldn't hear her.
Toshiro stood there shocked. He knew this person but who was she?
A dragon made of ice slithered around her legs but the girl didn't notice.
"Hey," He said hesitantly and glanced down to her feet.
Noticing his sudden change the girl looked down and saw the ice at her feet. She didn't look afraid. The ice dragon, by the name of Hyōrinmaru stretched his wings and took flight over the girl.
The tom boyish girl grabbed her arms as her skin seemed to turn blue. She shivered violently and sunk to the ground.
"Oi, oi!" Toshiro yelled bending down by the mirror trying to reach her.
She smiled and looked up and the confused captain.
"It's ok, you're ok." Ice climbed up the young girl yet her delicate smile still held. The girl in the mirror stopped breathing.
"Remember." Her voice echoed as the mirror shattered, scattering ice fragments across the dark surroundings.
…
Karin Kurosaki woke with a violent start. Her blankets were thrown across the room and the window still open, causing the curtains to flutter in the cold wind. She looked at her pale hands and realized they almost looked blue.
"Toshiro…" She whispered.
…
"Toshiro. Toshiro Hitsugaya," He said to the older man with a bow tie.
"Pleasure to meet you Toshiro, I am Ducky. I see with that accent that you are Japanese? I went to Japan once for a sort of medical convention it was very interesting. I happened upon a case-"
"That's great but I'll need to take the kid," said Tony from the morgue entrance.
"Oh, alright, but first," Ducky said gesturing to Toshiro, "This is Toshiro Hitsugaya." Then gesturing to Tony, "And Toshiro, this is Tony DiNozzo."
"Address me as Hitsugaya."
"And me by DiNozzo."
The two stared at each other for a second before Toshiro jumped down from the autopsy table he had been sitting on.
Toshiro by now still only knew where he came from, very specific and not the entire picture though, but now he also knew his name.
"So kid, how old are ya?" Tony asked.
"I'm not a kid," replied Toshiro. He was older than most and he knew that for sure. What he didn't know was why he was so small, if he was really older than everyone he thought he was.
"Whatever. Maybe I'd believe you if you were Zac Effron in 17 Again, but you're too young."
"What?"
"Never mind, kid."
Still anger stirred at the lowly word, but he stayed neutral.
…
"Here we are."
"Not again," sighed Toshiro.
Tony opened the door to the interrogation room and an agent, different from the older one than before, sat in the chair. Tony led the boy to his chair across from the agent while DiNozzo stood behind the sitting agent.
"Took you long enough, Tony."
"Hey I had to listen to Ducky's story," DiNozzo shrugged.
"You never listen,"
"Well, you got me there, McGee," Tony sighed sarcastically.
McGee looked at the white haired boy. The whole team had been surprised to find out that these were his natural features. Ziva had insisted there must have been a mistake, but when had Abby ever made one that big?
"So, what's your name?"
Toshiro glanced at DiNozzo before replying, "Hitsugaya, Toshiro."
"And, Hitsugaya?" McGee stumbled, trying to pronounce the Japanese name right, "Where are you from?"
"Japan."
"Where in Japan?"
The young captain didn't speak again. He knew that they would accuse him of lying but he knew that he was telling the truth.
Tony slammed his hands on the table in an attempt to scare the boy, but he didn't even flinch.
"Moving on," McGee said as he gave a small glare of annoyance towards Tony, "How did you get your injuries?"
Toshiro didn't speak but rubbed his head.
"Did you know the victim?"
Toshiro noticed that the table wasn't empty but there was a brown folder on it. McGee opened the folder and took out a photo of the victim, the photo on her driver's license.
She was darker skinned and had light brown curly hair. She smiled wide and looked happy.
"Victim?"
"She's dead," replied Tony.
"I'm sorry," Hitsugaya said.
"We didn't know her, but it is tragic. Did you know her?"
Hitsugaya shook his head slowly, "No."
"You had similar injuries," said Tony, wanting answers.
"That doesn't mean I knew her," seeing the skeptical looks he added, "I didn't kill her either."
"We didn't say that you did," replied McGee.
"But you were getting there."
"True," said DiNozzo.
"Tony…" sighed McGee.
"What I was fighting was much worse," Toshiro slipped. He didn't even know what he had to fight but a feeling told him that it was ten times worse.
"Worse than this?" said Tony, seeming to take over the interrogation, took out the bloody crime scene photos. McGee momentarily closed his eyes but opened them slowly.
Toshiro didn't even flinch. He knew he had seen worse.
…
Tony and McGee joined Gibbs on the opposite side of the glass.
"Duck?" Gibbs questioned, wanting an opinion from the psychologist.
"He's seen a lot, Jethro. He has no reaction to that level of violence, meaning he's been desensitized. At that level it's hard to say what kind of trauma did it but when examining his body I noticed a significant level of scarring. I'd say he was abused, in a gang of sorts, or even a child soldier."
"Poor kid," said Ziva shaking her head.
"His involvement?" Asked Gibbs.
"With the level of psychological trauma it is possible he could have done it. Yet with the wounds he sustained it is most likely he was a witness or even that he knew the perpetrator."
There was a knock and the gothic forensic scientist poked her head into the room.
"Hey guys!"
"Abby, what is it?"
"I checked the database about the strange kid, cause I figured you would want me to at some point. Anyways he doesn't exist. Toshiro Hitsugaya doesn't exist in any database. Not even the Japanese ones."
…
"I saw him though!" sighed an angry Karin Kurosaki.
"It was just a dream," replied her older brother.
"He didn't know who I was!"
"Well you probably just put what you heard about Matsumoto's amnesia to him," suggested Renji.
"Wait," said Rukia. "If you were the last human he was with before he lost his memory his reiatsu may be trying to subconsciously reach you, and with your heightened spiritual abilities it could form the dream, connecting you two."