~Author's Note~

Oh my god you guys! 92 views! Thank you so much! I know it is nothing compared to stories who had thousands of views, but honestly I was expecting it to make it past 50. So, as an expression of my gratitude (I feel so proud of myself for thinking of a fancy phrase) here's another chapter. Thank you so much! I am going to cry in happiness in a corner over there...

~*Crying Noises*

"Wah!" I tumbled out of the tunnel connecting the two dimensions and on to the dry.

"Ow! Get off!" Something wiggled underneath me.

"Ahh! The ground is moving!" I scrambled to my feet in record time, leaving Captain Hitsugaya disgruntled on the floor.

"Watch the feet!" He warned as I almost stepped on his hand when I backed up.

"Oh my, what a scene," I heard an amused voice.

My head turned this way and that, trying to take everything in. It looked like we were outside, with the blue skies and fluffy white clouds. A man stalked towards us on the barren landscape.

"Urahara," Kuchiki-san greeted. "You have everything ready?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he spread his fan over his face. "Let's enjoy a cup of tea before getting serious, shall we?"

"This whole operation is serious. We don't have time for leisure activities," the small Captain brushed himself off.

"Ah, we have a mission oriented group this time. Ok, gentlemen, follow me and the ladies follow Ururu."

Matsumoto-san, Kuchiki-san, and I walked behind the little girl that suddenly showed up by our side with the guys right behind us. She led us to a staircase that reaches the sky's limit. I could feel my brain cells exploding at the impossibleness of this. But that wasn't it. My head was on the verge of bursting open when we stepped from the stairs...into an ordinary house. We stopped and waited for the rest of the group.

"Wait, wait, how does this even work?" I held my head.

"I forgot," Matsumoto-san peered at me over her shoulder. "You don't know anything about this, huh."

"None of us knew she was coming until the last minute," the white haired Captain fumed. "And to not tell me. I am a Captain! I have to know everyone that I have to babysit. That Zaraki, to spring this trouble on me."

"Hey! Watch it!"

"That would explain why I haven't heard of you before," the man named Urahara analyzed me with his eyes. " I just barely finished your gigai. Now may I know the name of the original?"

"Tadaka Rouga, Squad 11 Fourth Seat," I tried not to squirm under his gaze.

"We should really get going," Kuchiki-san interfered. "That idiot Ichigo can destroy the whole town while we chat here."

"But can someone explain what is going on here?" I asked.

"I'll do it," Matsumoto-san dragged me along after the Ururu and Kuchiki-san. "But we have to get in our gigai first."

The girl lead us into a spacious room, with three bodies leaning against the wall. On a closer inspection, it was the three of us. It was weird, seeing another one of yourself just sitting around limply. Is this how people look like when they die?

"I am sorry," I heard a small voice behind me before feeling the push that sent me crashing into my human body.

Bracing for impact, I put my hands out…that sank right into the gigai. The next moment, I was sitting on the ground, blinking in confusion.

"I am really sorry," Ururu bowed. "But it looked like you didn't know how to get in…"

"Yeah, that's okay," I mumbled as I adjusted to the gigai. Towairaitookami's absence is making me uneasy.

"Oh my god, you look so cute in the uniforms!" A squeal came from Matsumoto-san.

I looked down. The skirt was even shorter than my revised Shinigami outfit. The blouse hang loosely, causing the air to kiss my bare shoulders. Paired with knee high socks and closed toe shoes, I felt ridiculously like a doll.

"No I don't! Ururu, do you have anything else I can wear?" I was pulling all the closet door open.

"No, I am sorry," she bowed again. "You have to wear this to blend in at the school."

"We don't have time to worry about outfits," Kuchiki-san's face looked distant, like she was worried about something. "We have to get going."

"She's right, we have to go." Matsumoto-san said a little too gleefully.

"This better be worth a hundred explanations," I grumbled as we walked out into the living room.

Urahara-san and the rest of us were already gathered around the table.

"You guys sure took your time," Lieutenant Abarai drawled.

"Knock some sense into Kurosaki for me!" Urahara-san waved as we shuffled out.

The real world is amazing. The advanced technology, weirdly dressed people, and the... what is it again? Right, convenience store.

"So, I am only going to say this once. Do you hear me?" Matsumoto-san went into her teaching mode as we strolled casually down the street.

I nodded. You don't want be within the ten mile radius of her when she catches you spacing off.

"Urahara was the Captain of the 12th Squad and the founder of the Bureau of Technology," she begun. "Ring any bells?"

"Oh, is he that weirdo dude who escaped from Central 46?" I remembered his wanted poster in my history textbook. He grinned at the camera and even held the peace sign up to his face.

"Yeah, but now he is our ally."

"I expected him to be...weirder. But I guess having a huge ass basement counts as extraordinary," I shrugged.

"You guess?" Ikkaku-san turned from his conversation with Yumichika-san.

"We are close," Kuchiki-san said suddenly and bursted into a run down the street. "Renji, take them to the classroom the normal way. I'll go in the other direction."

"If the normal way is the door, what the the other direction?" Matsumoto-san asked.

"The window," Lieutenant Abarai said it like it was the most normal thing to do, entering through windows.

"Oh, that makes sense!"

Adults and their weird minds. Let's not get into that.

The red haired Shinigami led us through a crowd of humans, who looked at us with curious eyes. I squirmed a little, my self consciousness rising by the second.

"Hey!" I ran to catch up to them as they headed up the stairs. "Wait for me!"

"The shorty can't keep up?" Ikkaku-san taunted.

"Shut up!" Sticking like glue to the back, I huffed, wincing at my now incredibly tight shoes.

A couple of bickers and insults later, we arrived in front of an ordinary door. But beyond it, I could sense a simmering reiatsu.

"Is that-" I trailed off.

"Yeah, Kurosaki Ichigo, Substitute Shinigami," Captain Hitsugaya agreed.

"Mornin'! How ya been, Ichigo?" Lieutenant Abarai threw open the poor door.

An orange haired guy cleaning the chalkboard stared at us in shock.

"R-Renji! Ikkaku! Yumichika! Rangiku-san! Toshiro!" he stammered.

"It's Captain Hitsugaya to you!" the boy stated angrily.

I really need to get taller. While they were having their super interesting conversation, I was stuck behind Ikkaku-san and Yumichika-san. It was hard enough for me to steal glances at him between bodies, so I doubt he would notice a four feet girl behind his giant friends. Finally stepping in the room after the rest shuffled in, I jumped at the limp body.

"Kuchiki took his soul," the small Captain told me after seeing my panicking face. "Can you feel his reiatsu?"

I closed my eyes for a moment. "It's moving away from us."

He nodded, "She'll return him to normal."

The students in the back started whispering. My ears caught a snippet that sounded suspiciously like "Do you think the girl just graduated from kindergarten?".

"Kindergarten?" I looked at Lieutenant Abarai for an explanation.

"Uh, yeah, it's nothing," He tried to brush it off and tried to look busy with Kurosaki-san's body.

"What does it mean?" I pressed.

"Uh, where five year olds go?" The fact hid itself in a question.

"Five year olds? Five year olds? FIVE YEAR OLDS?" I barely noticed Matsumoto-san punching a pervert as I tried not to bring destroy the whole building.

"Yes, yes, and I agree with them too," the Captain for this mission held the back of my shirt, just in case I storm off. "In fact, I've seen four year olds taller than this piece of shrimp."

"Because you are freaking six feet tall," I snarled. "And I don't remember you having a sense of humor."

"Just wait another decade or so," he started to drag me out with everyone else but ignored my second comment.. "I'll be a tower after my growth spurt."

"And how long have you been waiting for it? A century?" I sulked.

"Shut up! Or I'll drop you!" He yanked on the shirt harshly as he pulled me like a mop across the floor, towards the staircase. I instantly held back my retort. It will not be fun rolling down the stairs.

"I'll be quiet if you give me a piggyback ride to wherever we go next," I said hopefully. "These shoes have been made in hell. I swear they have teeth to bite your feet."

"Piggyback ride? And you say you're not a five year old?" he complained but bent down as if waiting for me.

"Wait, you are actually doing it?" I hopped to my feet gleefully.

"Are you coming or not?" he said with annoyance laced in his voice.

"You are the savior of all feet in the world," I climbed on.

"If you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, you are a dead Shinigami," he walked a little faster to join the others.

"Captain-" Matsumoto-san's jaw loosened.

"Captain Hitsugaya, what are you doing?" Ikkaku-san gave me a look like it was all my fault.

"Shut up! She said her feet hurt and I really didn't want her to make our ears bleed before we fight the Arrancar," of course, the blame is on me. "And if you tell anyone about this, you are dead."

"Aw! Captain! This is so cute!" Matsumoto-san recovered. "But why wouldn't you give me a piggyback ride when I ask for it?"

"Do you even need to ask?"