Genre: Humor

Rating: K+

Characters: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, OC

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

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"Hey, little boy," said the shinigami giving him a lollipop. "A nice dress-up costume you got here, but you really shouldn't pretend to be a captain. It can be dangerous, you know? So now run back home before the real captain comes." The man followed his speech with a heartwarming smile and a hand ruffling the child's head.

Hitsugaya Toshiro took a deep breath and tried to keep his rising ire under control. Things weren't going like he had imagined. He had been so elated when he had been finally promoted to captain and given command of Tenth division. It was a dream come true. Finally he showed up all the doubters who said a little kid like him could never accomplish anything. Finally no more calling him kid, or even Shiro-chan. He was going to be Hitsugaya-taichou from now on. He'd be one of the thirteen most respected shinigami in Seireitei. At least so the theory went. The reality, as is often the case, was vastly different.

So far, nobody had believed him that he was indeed their new captain. They all smiled at him kindly, gave him whatever candy they could find on their person and told him to stop the joke before the real new captain arrives there and gets a chance to be offended. When he showed them his official papers, they freaked out and told him to give them back to wherever he stole them for. This would get him into serious trouble and his cute face wouldn't be enough to get him out. He really had no patience for this.

And now that guy, fifty-fourth this morning, if he counted it right, was speaking to him in a tone usually reserved for much younger children. Hitsugaya mostly tuned him out, but then the man said something that caught his attention.

"...kids cannot be captains just because they think it's cool. Captains are the best fighters. They all must know Bankai, do you even know what it is?"

Hitsugaya snapped.

"So you want to see my Bankai?" he shouted. "Fine!" In one smooth motion he drew Hyourinmaru. A logical part of his brain was screaming at him that this wasn't a good idea, but he was too angry to care.

"Hey, kid, that's dangerous!" the moron in front of him chided. "Children shouldn't play with sharp things!"

Hitsugaya didn't listen. He was busy shouting the release phrase.

The courtyard around them turned into an arctic landscape. Dark clouds formed in the sky and it began snowing heavily. Hitsugaya spread his ice wings.

"Is that good enough for you?"

The man didn't answer. The thick layer of ice covering his whole body prevented him.

Hitsugaya took a look around. Among the white wasteland, shinigami were picking themselves from the ground and shaking in fear and cold.

"We might have overdone it a bit," Hyourinmaru observed. Toshiro had to agree. He sheathed his zanpakuto and dismissed his Bankai. The clouds dissolved, but the ice on the ground stayed. Now the snow stopped, it was obvious that several people were trapped by it. Such a fine start of my new appointment, he thought sarcastically and proceeded to free his new subordinates from the ice. They were looking at him with a bit of respect and whole lot of fear now.

Well, at least they aren't going to call me 'cute' anymore. I just hope Yamamoto would let me keep the position after this.

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Late in the afternoon, Tenth Division Captain Hitsugaya Toshiro was sitting in the office studying the damage report. Everything was soaked through, but overall the destruction wasn't as bad as he feared. And luckily nobody caught in the blast had died, though the Fourth was a bit worried about somebody's fingers. It was a rough start to his captaincy, but it could have been worse.

The door opened and in came his new fukutaichou. The woman looked like a complete ditz at first glance, but she had handled the confusion after his outburst expertly, preventing panic, so he concluded she was actually competent.

"Everything's quiet," she reported.

"What's the mood in the division?"

"Well, there are various rumors running around, but they will die down soon."

"I hope I didn't scare them too much with today's display," he mused. "I didn't want to be known as a tyrant of a captain. It won't be easy to work with them if they are scared of me."

"Don't worry, taichou," Matsumoto smiled. "Once they see how cute you are, they won't be afraid of you anymore."

"I'm not cute," he protested.

"No," she nodded, "you are mondo cute!" And she swiped him into her arms, burying his head in her bossom.

"MATSUMOTO!"