DISCLAIMER:
I don't own Bleach or the characters, just this story line.
CHAPTER 4:
Walking into the little shack the next day and rubbing my arms to get feeling back into them I saw Toshiro leaning against one wall tear stains evident on his face. Kneeling in front of him I was about to touch his shoulder when his eyes snapped open and I thought he would yell at me but the life that filled them with a raging white inferno died down to a candle light in an instance. "Sorry, it's just…" pointing outside, his snow was slowly melting but the instant I said something it was all gone, locked back inside. Sitting down I watched him place the spiritual dampeners around his wrists and his presence slowly dropped from my senses.
"So, how long were you planning on staying?" at the sudden question I thought about what the Head Captain had said about needing to have Toshiro under surveillance but from what I saw last night, it didn't appear that he needed it, something had already reduced his spiritual pressure as it was.
"I will head back tomorrow but…" before I could continue screams surrounded us and the crushing presence of a hollow pressed its presence down on us.
"This spirit energy," running after Toshiro I knew why he was jumpy; this was the hollow we couldn't find after the fire, probably escaping whilst we worried about the injured. Standing there I watched for a second before flash-stepping towards the residence wanting to get them out of the way whilst Toshiro ran towards the hollow, Hyourinmaru glowing an almost red-white glow of anger and hurt.