A/N I tried to update this one quickly seeing as I didn't for a long time, Sorry! I was in France for two weeks and b4 that I had to study for Finals. Sorry this chapter was rushed.

Disclaimer- I do not own Bleach

"Yuriko! Yuriko! What's wrong!?" The silver-, as he liked to say, haired boy asked in shock. At his feet lied a girl about his age but with black hair and pruple eyes. She looked extremely ill. Her whole body was drenched is sweat, her hair stuck to her face and she cried in pain. Hitugaya Toushiro was starting to feel the panic rise, something that doesn't happen too often for him. As she rolled on to her side he caught a glimpse of what looked like a cut on her forearm. He grabbed her arm and pushed up her sleeve to get a clear view; it was turning a bluish-purple. It was definitely poisoned. "Hold on!" he lifted her up, she was much lighter than he had expected. Well duh, she hadn't eaten in a week. He rushed out the door and nearly slipped on the newly polished wood. Left? No right! Wait right? Right or left!?!?!

Mitsuki was now drifting back and forth between being unconcious and concious. All the moving wasn't helping her feel any better either. Her cut felt like it was on fire, it burned her whole arm soon enough. She caught a short glimpse when she opned her eyes for a second, it was purple and slowly her whole arm was changing and hurting too. She couldn't help but groan in pain, it now felt as if someone was trying to crush her arm. The captain looked to check that she was still alright every few metres. The next time she closed her eyes she lost conciousness.

"I know it's poison, I want details!" Hitsugaya Toushiro said slightly loosing his temper with Hanatarou. Mitsuki was lied on a hospital bed like thing near the window in the white room. The poison had stopped spreading but most of her arm was already infected.

"Well I don't know exactly what it is Captain… I don't think it's just poison either…" Hantarou replied inching away from the angry shinigami. "We're working on finding out what it is right now… Oh which reminds me I think I should go help them," he started to shuffle out the door and dashed down the hallway. Toushiro sighed and sat down by the bed and examined her arm.

"Tch, stupid…" he cursed under his breath. Toushiro stood up remembering that Hinamori Momo's room was next door. He hadn't seen in her in a long while, maybe he'll visit? Yuriko wouldn't be up for a while anyways, he put on his captain's robe and quietly slipped out the door closing it firmly. He stood before a cold white door. Much like him, cold and shut. He nudged it open, the humidifier was running. Whirrrrrrrrr. On the bed lied Hinamori, his childhood "friend". She had been decieved by Aizen and had been in a coma ever since. He pulled up a chair and planted himself on it.

"I have a new officer in my division, Youriko Mitsuki. She's… Well, not like most shinigami let's just say. She in sick bed too right now, like you…" he said quietly. "Tch, this I useless. Captain Unohana says I should talk to you sometimes, that you're lonely and all you need is someone to call out for you, as if, huh?" he scoffed. The youngest captain, the prodigy child, sat in silence for a long few seconds. "Hinamori?" silence… Something stirred in the near-dead corpse and Toushiro nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Shiro-chan," a weak voice called. The girl's eyes seemed half open, was this for real? "Captain Aizen…" hearing her say this made him a little angry but he was more amazed than to be pissed.

"Hanatarou! I know you're there!" he shouted out into the hallway, seconds later a scared looking young man, thin with dark blue hair entered the room. But upon seeing Hinamori stir back to life he went straight to work.

When Mitsuki finally came to she was in a hospital bed, a mask over her nose and mouth, the room empty and the door firmly shut. Nobody was there except her and she found this a little disappointing. Then again, she couldn't really ask for more… Mitsuki pulled herself up and leaned against the bedpost and pulled the mask off, she also turned down the humidifier, it was too warm and damp, like in a sauna. She took a deep breath in and sighed. There was a soft knocking on the door.

"Come in," she spoke, her voice was wweak and she herself was surprised at the volume of her voice. The door creaked as it opened and through the little crease she could see a little girl with pink hair. "Hey there Yachiru-chan!" she said.

"Mimi-chan, are you going to die? Ken-chan said that even Mimi-chan could die soon…" the girl spoke, her voice suprisingly calm. She sat down at the foot of the bed. It was that bad, huh? She looked at her arm it looked bruised but itwasn't, it looked like it would go away really soon but it won't.

"No, it hurts a little but I'm not going anywhere!" she said cheerfully.

"Mimi-chan! You're arm's all icky looking!" the tiny lieutenant cried as she pointed at the infection.

"Lieutenant, we have to leave Mitsuki-san alone so she can rest and get back up. She'll be fine in no time, now isn't that right?" a bob-haired pretty boy stood in the doorway along with a bald one who looked bored and pissed as always. "I'm really jealous of you Mistuki-san, you can be sick and still look beautiful!" he said. She wasn't sure if this was supposed to cheer her up or was just bugging her.

"Eh hehehehe…" her nervous laughter trailed off.

"It seems that Captai Hitsugaya has switched sides, he's next door. I heard that lieutenant Hinamori just woke up from her coma," Ikkaku said leaning on the door frame and looking at her through the corner of his eye.

"Switched sides? I eamn it's not like there's sides," Mitsuki corrected him. She pretended to know nothing of what he talked about.

"Sure, but by the time you realise yourself, it'll be too late. Catch him while you can," Then the officer Madarame Ikkaku walked down the hall his zanpakto still between his crossed arms. In fact she knew ver well what he talke about.

"Uh Yumichika-san, Yachiru-chan, could you leave? I'd like to rest a little more…"

"Lieutenant, let's leave her to sleep," he said as he took the little girl by her wrist.

"But I wanna play with Mimi-chan! You're fine, ne Mimi-chan?" she asked boucing up and down.

"Lieutenant…" it took him a while to drag her out of the room, and she had attempted to bite him too.

After having donfirmed that Hinamori was just sleeping now Hitsugaya Toushiro stood up quietly and turned for the door. Then something grabbed at his robes.

"Don't go… Shiro-chan…" Hinamori said weakly.

"I should go check up on someone else right now," he said quietly, his face, hard to read.

"I don't want to be alone. I'm scared, please?" she pleaded in a tiny whisper barely audible in the room. He told himself Yuriko can wait as he forced himself to hold in the sigh and sat back down. But then again, could she wait?

The younger female shinigami stared out the window, they had real bad architects in Sereitei… Her window looked right out at the wall of another building of the Fourth Division. A long heavy sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the window sill. 'It only makes sense for the Capt.Hitsugaya to be taking care of her right now, I mean they ARE childhood friends right? And besides why do I care anyways!? Mitsuki you're soo stupid' she told herself repeatedly.