OH YAY! Ahaha another chapter! I'm so happy I managed to finish this. It isn't very well written

I'm a bit disappointed if you ask me. But since I just got off for summer I've been around

and such so.. yeah. Ahaha.

Hope you guys enjoy this!

Exclamation: I DUN OWN DIS. Alllll owned by Kubo Tite

Bright light slowly snaked its way into the 10th division's office, hitting onto its captains hair. The strawberry blonde haired captain lazily raised her head and looked at the door, wondering when she'd be finished with this paperwork. To this day she hated doing the paperwork. She never got how her Taicho liked doing the paperwork. She remembered at somedays she'd see him doing paperwork for some other divisions. It would exhaust him, true. But he enjoyed it.

Sigh.

Looking down at what was left of the paperwork, she frowned. Matsumoto had a lot left to do. Grabbing the first paper in front of her, she pulled it up to read it until the door was opened, making her a bit annoyed. Who'd open a door without knocking?! Really.

"Matsumoto!"

Raising her head she saw Kyoraku-Taicho, panic masking his face. She knew, deep inside that something was horribly wrong. And it was about Hitsugaya. She was sure about this. Why would he be here? (other than drink with her, but that's another matter)

"Kyoraku-Taicho," she managed to say, standing up and placing her hands on the desk, her eyes filled with worry. "What brings you here? I hope it has noth--" She was cut off since the man walked up to her and placed his hands on the desk, trying to catch his breath.

"Matsumoto. Ukitake. Hitsugaya. Trouble." He managed to breathe, looking up at her with a desperate look. "Ukitake, he's frozen in ice and Hitsugaya... we don't know what's wrong. Come quickly! Ukitake called for you. Come on, I don't think we have much time."

Matsumoto was already out of the door as she felt a certain reaitsu increase to a very worrying level.

--

Meanwhile, the ice had reached Ukitake's shoulders leaving only his head left to be frozen. Frankly, he never thought he'd be panicked over something like this. Not only because his life would be over, but also because of Hitsugaya. The boy looked horribly sick. He'd never seen him like this. The boy was shivering badly and his skin paled a deadly white. He seemed to be in pain since his face was cringed. This worried Ukitake. It worried him very much.

His eyes widened in horror as the boy shouted a no, his hands clutching onto his head some more. What was going on in the boy's head? Ukitake couldn't wonder since all of his attention was focused on the boy's welfare. How he hoped Kyoraku would hurry up.

"Jyuoshirou!"

He knew his prayers had been heard the moment Kyoraku's voice shook him out of whatever he was in. Ukitake tried to look over his shoulder, but with the position he was in, it was impossible.

"Ukitake-taicho!" Gasped a woman's voice that unmistakably belonged to Matsumoto Rangiku. Thank the lords Matsumoto was here. She was the only one who knew Hitsugaya the best. She could probably take the boy out of whatever he was in.

"Don't step on the ice!" He called, sensing that Matsumoto was about to place her foot on the ice plain, ready to march up to the boy prodigy. Ukitake didn't want her to regret what she was about to do. He couldn't let her do it. Not in a million years. "The ice will eat you up, Matsumoto! Don't step on it! Just, my god, just find a way to get him out of whatever he's in! And fast!" Ukitake told her, sensing the ice starting to cover his neck.

Matsumoto looked up from Uktiake and saw the young boy. As she did so, she felt her heart break into a million pieces. What was happening with him? What had they done to him in Hueco Mundo? Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched her taicho .

Suddenly, the small body she was seeing stopped. It now laid there, as though it was dead while all the ice vanished, as though it wasn't there. Ukitake stood there, his eyes as wide as eggplants. What...? How...?

"The ice..." Kyoraku murmured, kneeling on the ground to touch it. It wasn't wet from the ice that had covered it. What was this?! There was ice covering the whole ground! Thick, crystal like ice! Where did it all go?! Looking up at Ukitake, Kyoraku expected his friend would give him a rational explanation to all of this. But instead, his friends' eyes were on the young boy, lying on the ground.

Ukitake took a few steps, making sure that this wasn't a trick before he ran towards the boys side. Many thoughts ran through his mind. Nothing was making sense. All of this wasn't making sense! The ice, the scream, the huge burst of reaitsu. What did it all mean?

As he was about to touch the young boy, to wake him up somehow, Hitsugaya's teal eyes opened, seeming shocked, maybe even scared.

"Shiro-chan?" He whispered, trying to look into the boy's eyes. "Shiro-chan, are you alright?" There was a long pause before the boy replied, and when he did, Ukitake's heart felt like it was broken into a million little pieces.

"Nooo," he moaned, trying to lift his arms up to protect his face. "Enough, please! No more, please." At that time, he broke into tears. Ukitake looked up to see Matsumoto looking heartbroken and Kyoraku looking horrified. Matsumoto quickly kneeled down beside Ukitake, held Hitsugaya close to her and started to rock back and forth, brushing her fingers into his hair, trying to soothe him.

It was after sometimes his breaths calm down. Even though her clothes were wet now, she didn't care. All she cared about was her Taicho. Looking down at the young boy, she felt hopeless. He was sound asleep. He looked like nothing had ever troubled him in his life. He looked... innocent.

Looking up at both men as tears started to roll down her cheeks again, she sniffed.

"We will not speak of this to anyone. I'm going to take him back to the tenth division to rest up," she murmured, standing up with the young boy in her arms, looking exhausted. "I'll contact you both once he wakes up."

With a nod from both men, she shunpo'd away and headed towards the tenth division where she'd lay Hitsugaya on a comfortable bed.