I do not own Naruto or Bleach. Hope you enjoy! (P.S. I found out that Hyorinmaru might mean something else, but I'm going to stick with the translation I have now. If anyone gets mad at me, I'm sorry! It's just that it fits perfectly with the story I have now!)

~Hitsugaya's PoV~

After a while, she pulled Iyashihikari (Healing Light) out, no blood or cuts or anything where it had been.

"What was that?" Matsumoto asked Hyuga. Hyuga ran a finger along the blade of her zanpakuto (soul-cutter sword), a far-away look in her eyes.

"Iyashihikari is a healing sword remember? So, healing bones is pretty simple. Twists and dislocations you have to do by yourself though. That's why I'm helping out at Sogo Kyogo Tsumesho (coordinated relief station) today. Several of the members caught a rare virus and Unohana-taicho-san went to get some herbs. She caught me healing Chiru-chan and Pachi-kun so she asked me to fill in for her," she explained, sheathing Iyashihikari. " You can leave now, Matsumoto-fukutaicho (lieutenant)-san. Don't worry! I'l-"

"Rangiku-chan!—Hinata- chan! I thought were close!" Matsumoto told her.

"Well, hai (yes), demo (but) it's not formal to call a fukutaicho by their first names an-"

"Well, I don't care. Come on! Ran-gi-ku-chan!" she sounded out.

"Demo…Matsumoto-fukutaicho-san, it is very hard for me to go against the rules I have grown up following. Gomennasai (I'm sorry)," she apologized.

"Eh? You grew up following rules like that? What? Did you come from a prestigious clan?" Matsumoto joked, surprised.

"Eto…(Umm…)Demo…(But…)" Hyuga tried to say.

"Eh? It's already this late?" Matsumoto said as she glanced out the window. "I've got to go Hinata-chan!~ I'll see you later!" Hyuga sighed.

She walked over to Kuchiki, snapping his wrist and ankle back into place. With a single tap on his shoulder, he gained mobility in his left arm. He nodded silently, leaving. She smiled.

"He's not that talkative like Matsumoto-fukutaicho-san, is he?" she asked me. I grunted. She smiled.

"You know, they both remind me of someone. Kuchiki-taicho-san reminds me of someone I considered my Nii-san (older brother) while Matsumoto-fukutaicho-san reminds me of someone I thought of as an aunt," she told me. "Eto…Gomennasai. I must have hurt you the most out of everyone."

"Daijobou. (I'm fine.) I've had some bad injuries before," I told her. She lifted my sleeve and gently prodded one of the bruises. I hissed, despite the fact that I usually was able to keep it hidden.

"Even so, every injury hurts just as much as the last," she said. She helped me sit down on the bed, snapping my ankle back into place right after. It was like a dull throb, but it was definitely better than before. She held my hand for a moment, examining my wrist. Her hand was smooth and warm in mine. It was petite, though it wasn't much smaller than mine. Yet, it wasn't new. You could feel the years of damage on it. It was worn smooth. She wasn't here long enough to make her hands this worn. Was she a fighter when she was alive? Her tapping my shoulder brought me back from my absent-minded thoughts. She slid my wrist back into place, no pain at all. She tapped my other shoulder, sliding the other wrist into place. She tapped both of my shoulders and I rolled them back and forth as well as shaking out my hands. I was surprised to see no aches or pains or even a throbbing sensation.

"Not bad," I complimented.

"A-Ah! Arigato (Thank you), Hitsugaya-taicho (captain)," she thanked. "Eto…Was there something wrong that I missed? You looked kind of frustrated a few moments ago." I recalled the event while she was fixing Kusajishi up. I shook my head.

"Iie. (No.) Daijobou. Anyways, is there something you have for my bruises?" I asked her.

"Eto…Where did I put it?" she questioned herself, rummaging through her bags a few seconds later. She pulled out some thing, zipping up the bag. She asked me to pull down my top, blushing. I complied, silently sitting on the bed, facing the wall, my back to her. After a few seconds, I felt the bed shift the slightest bit when she sat down and felt her fingers cleaning my back. It was nice. The ointment she used was amazing. It was cool against my skin and eased the flames of the bruises that I didn't want to admit did hurt.

She was humming. It was a soft sound that I could hear clearly though no one else would be able to. My eyes began to feel heavy. I normally did not like sleeping until all my work was done, but with the soothing sounds, I felt more tired than I had ever been. I nodded off for a second before jerking my head up, trying in vain to stay awake through half-lidded eyes. I was aware that she had stopped rubbing in ointment on my back and was in front of me, rubbing it into my arms. I was aware that she hadn't stopped humming and was, if anything, humming a little louder. I was aware that she had put away the ointment and was sitting in front of me, helping my put on my top, blushing a little, but still humming. I was aware that my haori was back on and she was sitting in front of me, waiting for me patiently, humming softer. I was aware that I fell forward, falling into a peaceful slumber.

~Hinata's PoV~

It was a habit to hum while I cook and when I was making/using ointment. Sometimes, my patients would fall asleep and some of the other squad members were ecstatic, having a bit less work to do. Other times, it was a hassle, trying to check up on someone's roommate while they were asleep. Even so, most of my patients enjoyed it, or so they say, for it was a relaxing exercise and helped them get the rest they needed to recuperate. I hadn't known that I was still humming until Hitsugaya-taicho had fallen forward. His head lay on my…well, my chest. He had certainly surprised me. Well, now there wasn't much to do. I was sitting against the wall and Hitsugaya-taicho was asleep on me. His hair tickled my face and embarrassingly enough, it smelled kind of like fresh snow. One of his hands was resting on my stomach, bunching up some of my uniform, kind of like Hanabi-chan (fireworks) would do when she would fall asleep while I sang to her. His other hand held mine in a soft grip.

I didn't struggle, not wanting for him to wake up. At the same time, I was dreading the fact that someone would come in and find the two of us like this. Gyah! This is so confusing! I felt something cold brush against my free arm. Glancing there, I found a small ice dragon with ruby eyes. I held my hand out to it. It slithered over, carefully prowling, before finding it fit to coil around my hand. I held it up to my face, smiling.

"Oh, how fierce. What's your name, Ryuu-san? (Dragon?) Are you a zanpakuto spirit?" I asked it. He slithered up under my hair, teeth scraping my neck. I tilted my head, hair sliding to the other side, letting Ryuu-san have better access to my neck. Without a second's hesitation, he bit into me. His teeth were cold, just like him. I found myself in an icy plain.

"Ohayo (Good morning) Ryuu-san. What's your name?" I asked the dragon in front of me. He transformed into a man. With long hair and an X-shaped scar on his head. He wore elegant clothes and had on an accessory that looked like the one that Hitsugaya-taicho wore on his zanpakuto sash.

"Hyorinmaru (Ice Ring)," he answered shortly.

"So, I'm pretty sure that a person like you wouldn't have dragged me all the way to your world just to talk," I told him. "What is it that you want to tell me?" I asked him.

He looked away for a second. "I'm not sure if you're fit for my master," he said.

I giggled. "You know, I'm sure who ever it is, they wouldn't care if you called them by his first name. Anyways, "your master" wouldn't happen to by Hitsugaya-taicho, would it?" I asked him, smiling. He blinked and looked away, grunting. I pulled him down by his arm and patted his head.

"Yup!~ You definitely are!" I said, smiling. He looked bewildered. "Anyways," I started. "You can't decide if I'm fit for Hitsugaya-taicho yet. We're not too close. After all, in the end, it is his decision anyways, ne? (right?) If you want, you can delve into my memories like all the other zanpakuto spirits anyways. I'm fine with it. Just don't enter the ones that are black. If you do, I won't let you look at any of my other ones. Anyways, I'll talk to you later. I've got several patients coming up," I said to him. With that, I snapped my fingers, opening my eyes in the exact same position as last, Hyorinmaru nowhere to be found.

I sighed. Now to get out of this position. No sooner had I thought that, when Hitsugaya-taicho's head fell into my elbow, his grip releasing on my hand and uniform. I carefully slid out from under him, laying his head on the pillow. I tucked the blanket over him, smiling. Then, I left the room, asking Kotetsu-fukutaicho-san who I had to treat next and asking her to tell everyone not to go into my room.

I hope I did well on portraying Hyorinmaru's personality. I only know his personality from something I read on .com. I don't know how accurate it is, but I hope that it was ok. Hope to hear from my fans (if I have any) and to hear from new readers.