I don't own Bleach; it belongs to Lord Kubo. This one is silly, but I couldn't resist.
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Chapter 6: Ice
He was very displeased to wake up and find that his height had remained unchanged even after death. It even outweighed the confusion he felt from waking up in somewhere other than hell.
His hair was white. That was rather puzzling as well.
When Hitsugaya-baa-san and Momo took him in, he admittedly felt…very pleased.
He had never felt the caring guidance of a mother figure before. Nor had he felt the closeness of a brother-sister bond that he had stayed away from in his previous life.
His new-found dwelling was rather peaceful and not as chaotic as he was used to.
The stares and fear emanating from every other child, however, he was used to.
Momo's attendance at Shino Academy left him alone with Grandma, though he hid his feelings about it like he always did.
Afterwards, he reflected that women with generous figures should be labeled as hazardous.
When he discovered what exactly resided in his soul, he was surprisingly calm about the revelation.
The dragon was a no-brainer.
The ice was obviously his mother's blood influencing his afterlife abilities.
It came as no surprise to him how easy some of the shinigami disciplines were to him, nor how quickly he rose in rank. The surprise was how much of a pain it was.
When the Winter War was in the making, he found that he had never wanted to kill anyone more than he did Aizen. For the suffering caused to his treasured people.
It was amazing how much death had rearranged his priorities.
After the war ended, he felt a deep sense of self-loathing take hold, along with a furious desire for more power as well. He wouldn't allow himself to make a mistake like that again.
Now Kurosaki Ichigo was back in power, though the worst was coming with the march of the Vandenreich.
Hitsugaya Toushirou would cut them down whatever they might bring.
After all, it was second nature to a warrior like Jaganshi Hiei.