Wish 10
"Toshiro-kun...Toshiro-kun...Toshiro-kun..." someone kept saying. Toshiro groaned and turned over onto his other side. "Toshiro-kun. It's time to wake up." the person said again as they gently shook him. "Mm-mmm." Toshiro whined, trying to bat the person away. "Toshiro. You have to wake up. If you don't wake up now, your breakfast will get cold and then I'll have to remake it, and then we'll be late for your appointment with Unohana, and then she'll be upset, and we all don't want to be near Unohana when she's upset."
Toshiro scrunched his face up before sitting up in the bed. He blinked a few times before squinting at the figure who woke him up. "Isshin-san...taicho?" he asked. The man smiled down at him. "Good morning, Toshiro-kun. I'll be out in the kitchen. Meet me out there when you're a bit more awake." the taicho said and left.
Toshiro blearily stared after him as he left. 'Taicho...' he thought to himself, pushing the blankets away and following after him. He entered the kitchen that he somewhat remembered from the previous night. On the table was a plate with an omlette on it, a small bowl of rice, and another plate with a slice of watermelon on it. Isshin was sitting opposite the table reading the Seireitei Communication.
He sat down at the table and stared at Isshin half-asleep. Toshiro snapped out of it though when he felt something lightly hit him on the head. He blinked a few times and saw Isshin leaning across the table, the Seireitei Communication rolled up and on his head. "Hey!" Toshiro said loudly, swatting the paper and Isshin's arm away. "Hey, you. Eat." Isshin said, unrolling his paper and reading it again.
Toshiro narrowed his eyes and looked down at his food, then looking up at the captain across from him. "Is this still not the true reality?" he asked. Isshin didn't spare him a glance and replied, "If you mean is this still you're so-called dream, than yes. In truth thought, it is reality." Toshiro frowned at his response. "If that's true, than where is Matsumoto and Ichimaru?" he asked.
"Your father headed into work early so he could take you to visit your Granny. Your mother is doing the same. I'm here to take you to your appointment with Unohana. Since that's in ten minutes, I would recommend eating." Isshin said, knowing the boy would ask why he was there. Toshiro didn't reply, but ate his omelette and rice. He looked at the watermelon. "I ate all the watermelon last night. Where did this come from?" he questioned taking the slice into his hands.
"I heard you liked watermelon and not dried persimmons now, so I bought you some." Isshin explained, still reading the Communications. Toshiro stared at him for a moment with slightly wide eyes. "Oh. Thank you." he said, digging into the slice. Just as he finished, Isshin stood up. "Time to go. Don't want to be late, do we, Toshiro-kun?" he asked with a goofy smile. Toshiro didn't offer an answer and just stood up. He gathered the dishes and put them in the sink.
"Huh. Since when did you start cleaning up after yourself?" Ishhin asked, an eyebrow raised. Toshiro turned around and asked rather harshly, "Are you saying I'm a slob?" Isshin raised his hands as to say he didn't mean any harm. "No. No. I mean-uh...It's nothing. Let's just go after you change."Isshin tried saying. Toshiro glared at him as he went in his room. He opened the closet and eyed the articles of clothing. They weren't childish or anything, as far as he could tell, there were just many colors. All the kimonos and yukatas were matched up with haoris.
Toshiro sighed and grabbed a green-colored long-sleeved kimono with a blue undershirt. He also grabbed the obi that went with it and put it on. He walked out of the bedroom, still glaring at Isshin. "Okay. Now that you're dressed, let's go." Isshin said, holding the door open for him. Toshiro exited, still upset. They walked in silence as Toshiro spoke to Hyorinmaru.
'Hmph. So I'm suppose to be a slob? I'm not a slob. No way am I changing that, or anything for that matter.' Toshiro said to himself in his head. 'Master. Children you're age don't usually clean up after themselves. They usually leave it to the mother. He meant no real harm.' Hyorinmaru explained. 'Still...' Toshiro replied, crossing his arms. He suddenly he bumped into someone and fell backwards. He looked up and saw Isshin just standing there.
"We're here!" Isshin announced turning around with a smile. "Hey. Why are you on the ground?" he asked with a sudden confused face. Toshiro looked up at him with narrowing eyes, scowling at him. "You knocked me down, baka!" he yelled at him. He stood up and dusted himself off, Isshin looking at him with slightly widened eyes. "Let's just go and get this over with." Toshiro grumbled as he headed into the fourth division. Isshin stood in the same spot for a moment, staring after the boy. "Ah! Wait for me!" he yelled after Toshiro as he ran after him.
Isshin caught up to Toshiro by the time he arrived at Unohana's office. The boy knocked on the door and they heard a soft, "Come in." They entered the room and saw Unohana behind her desk drinking tea. "Ah, Toshiro-kun, Isshin-san. Isshin-san, I'm sorry but I must ask you to leave." Unohana said. Isshin bowed and took his leave, waiting out in the hallway. "I see you remembered that I wished to see you today. Please, take a seat." she offered kindly. Toshiro took a seat.
"Do you remember why I wanted to see you again?" she asked Toshiro. He looked down to his hands in his lap. "I stabbed myself." Toshiro said quietly. 'I don't want to remember that. It just reminds me that this may not be a dream.' he thought to himself. 'It's alright, master.' Hyorimnaru tried comforting. "That's right. How are you doing?" she asked.
"Fine." Toshiro replied, refusing to look up at her. "How is your shoulder doing? Is it hurting?" the fourth division captain asked. "It doesn't hurt." Toshiro said simply. It was silent for a few minutes before. Unohana broke the silence by asking, "Do you think you will try to harm yourself again?" Toshiro clenched his hands into fists. 'Will I try that again? I'm not sure... Hyorinmaru?" Toshiro asked the dragon for advice.
'Master, please do not try to harm yourself again. We will figure out what to do. You do not need to try to prove to yourself that this is a dream again. We both know this is just a bad dream.' Hyorinmaru advised. 'I'm not so sure anymore, Hyorinmaru. There are so many things that are telling me that this isn't a dream. I don't want to believe it.' Toshiro replied to his zanpakto. 'Don't believe it than. Just don't harm yourself again.' Hyorinmaru pleaded.
Toshiro sighed and looked into Unohana's eyes. "No. I will not try to harm myself again." he replied firmly to her. "Are you sure?" she asked to confirm. "Yes." Unohana stared at him for a minute. "Okay. As long as you're sure. If you do try to harm yourself again though, I will have to keep you here in the fourth for a while." she warned. Toshiro gulped. "Yes." he said. Unohana smiled at him sweetly, "Alright. You may leave now." Unohana stated. Toshiro jumped from his seat and rushed out of the office.
"I see you're done already." Isshin commented. "Yea." Toshiro stated, walking next to him. Isshin remained quiet before asking, "Was that little meeting about what happened yesterday, Toshiro?" Toshiro went rigged, but continued walking. "Maybe." he said while he chewed his lip. Isshin sighed next to him. "I can't believe you actually stabbed yourself." Isshin said, looking at the boy next to him.
"Could we just stop talking about this?" Toshiro inquired as he sped up his pace a bit. They were almost at the gates of the third division when Isshin put a hand on Toshiro's shoulder to stop him in his tracks. "No, Toshiro. This is very serious. What compelled you to do such a thing?" Isshin questioned, concerned for him. "It was nothing. It won't happen again." Toshiro replied quietly as he pulled away, running into the third division.
Isshin sighed as he watched Toshiro go. He shook his head, closing his eyes. "That dream of his is really starting to affect him." he mumbled, turning around to leave and head back to his own division.