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In the previous chapter
"Yes sir. Who do you want me to get for you?"
"Our new fourth seat, Mishiro"
The truth revealed
Mishiro and Aiha was sparring in the yard in the red light from the sunset. Aiha panted.
"Not... fair...! You use your secret tecniques... and... your cold reiatsu! You know that I'm very sensitive when it comes to cold!"
Mishiro smiled.
"Yes, I do. That's why I use it. You have to be prepared if an enemy figures that out, therefore it's good to practise that now. Okay, come at me again"
Aiha raised her zanpakutou, when they heard a voice.
"Mishiro-san, Doujin-chan!"
They both turned and bowed.
"Oh, good evening Matsumoto-fukutaichou" said Mishiro and smiled.
"Good evening Mishiro, but no need to be so formal. Anyway, taichou wants to talk with you two"
Aiha held back a gasp and glaced at Mishiro, but Mishiro was as calm as always.
"I see, then I guess we shouldn't let him wait"
"True, come with me"
In Toushiro's office
Toushiro was deep in thought, reading through some profiles when Matsumoto knocked on the door.
"Enter" he said without taking his eyes from the profile that he was currently reading. Matsumoto entered with Mishiro and Aiha who bowed to him.
"You wished to see us, sir" stated Mishiro. Toushiro nodded, still not taking his eyes of the paper.
"Yes I did. There's been something troubeling me for several weeks now, and I've heard that you're the source to it"
"We apoligize, sir. That was not our intention" said both and bowed again.
He finally looked at them, and somehow managed to hold back a gasp. So this was the reason everyone assumed that they were related! She looked like an adult, female verision of himself. He sighed and closed his eyes. He had a feeling that he had met her before, a long long time ago. It irked him.
"I want to ask you two a few questions and I want you to answer them with nothing but the truth"
Mishiro and Aiha glanced at eachother and then they nodded.
"You are both from the Rukongai, am I right?"
"Yes sir. We're both from the 14th district"
"Do you have any relatives there?"
"No we lived alone, just the two of us, in a hut"
"When were you discovered by the gotei 13?"
" That would be 21 years ago, sir"
Toushiro opened his eyes and stared coldly at the two of them.
"Can you tell me WHY everyone in the whole sereitei says that you're my mother?!" he asked, his voice just as cold as his eyes.
Aiha and Mishiro swallowed and didn't answer.
"Answer me!"
"We-we don't know, sir..." stuttered Aiha, Mishiro acting calm.
"Really? Then how come I've heard that you two, along with my third seat who's currently on a mission in the real world, are the ones who spread this rumour in the first place?!" Toushiro asked, his patience going down.
"We really don't know..." Aiha whispered, less confident.
"Don't lie to me! I can tell that you are lying, don't even try. Now answer me!"
"... Well..."
"Wait, at the same time... also tell me this" he said and showed them the profile he'd been reading earlier. It was Mishiro's.
"How come that you're the only shinigami in the whole soul society that doesn't have a last name, Mishiro?!" Toushiro all but roared, slamming his fist on his desk. He was angry at them for trying to hide something from him and that it probably was because the rumour was true! It all made him frustrated, you could feel the temperature go down. Aiha started to shiver.
Aiha glanced at Mishiro again. How would she get out off this? He was smart, no question about it. After all, it wasn't for nothing he was a taichou at his age...
Toushiro was loosing his patience even more when no answer came. He rose from his chair and walked over to them. They could feel his icy reiatsu.
"I'm waiting Mishiro... answer my question! Why don't you have a last name, or, why don't you want people to know what it is?"
Mishiro had a hard time acting calm. Her heart beated very fast.
"I have my reasons to keep it a secret from everyone, including you sir"
Toushiro was taken aback. She refused.
"Doesn't matter. I order you to tell me your last name and if the rumours are true or not!"
Mishiro sighed.
"I-I..."
"Yes?"
"I... my name is... Hitsugaya Mishiro"
Toushiro froze. He almost stopped breathing, just stared into nothingness. In a corner, Matsumoto gasped and Aiha stared at Mishiro with a shocked expression on her face.
"Did you say Hitsugaya?" asked Matsumoto.
"Yes, I did... how are you taichou?"
Toushiro barely breathed. Tons of memories suddenly swirled in his head. It made him dizzy!
He was only one year old, he had alredy said his first word perfectly. A woman's face smiled at him.
He was two, he was walking towards the same woman.
Toushiro sank to his knees gripping his head his his hands, tightly closing his eyes.
"Taichou!"
He was still two. He fell and hit his knee, but the woman kissed the pain away.
He was three, he wanted to play with other kids, but the backed away. The woman smiled sadly at him.
He was four, he got hit by an older boy because of his hair. The woman hugged him softly.
"TAICHOU! What's going on?! TAOICHOU!"
He was five, he heard the woman cry in the other room.
He was six, all alone in the forest, left alone by the woman. Tears streamed down his face and he screamed her name, she never came.
Toushiro opened his eyes, tears were streaming down his face.
'What the hell was that!? And Why the heck am i crying?'
He brought his hand to his face in order to wipe the tears away, but abother hand was already there. Mishiro was already wiping his tears away while looking at him with sad eyes.
"What happened to you?" she asked, very concerned. She was so close that Toushiro easily could feel her scent. It smelled like rasberry and vanilla, it smelled like home. It was too much to take in at the same time.
"Matsumoto, Doujin, leave..."
"What? But..."
"I said leave!"
"YES SIR!" the both said and rushed out.
Toushiro took a few deep breaths and then turned to Mishiro.
"So... it appears the rumours are true... you are my-my... okaa-san..."
Mishiro nodded, relieved that he belived her.
"Yes, it is true, Toushiro"
Toushiro was taken aback by the fact that she used his first name. He couldn't think clearly yet.
"B-but it's impossible..."
Mishiro crawled closer.
"What is?"
"No other shinigami have a real mother... or were you my mother before we died? If that's the case, then how come you remember?"
"No, I wasn't your mother before we died. I gave birth to you in the soul society, that's the truth"
Toushiro shook his head.
"It's impossible... never in the history of the soul society has that happened..."
Mishiro embraced Toushiro from behind. He gasped and stifftened.
"I know that it's confusing, and you're right, it has never happened before. You're special Shiro"
Toushiro gasped even more. The scent, the embrace, the nick-name... it was too much. Tears started to flow and without thinking, he whispered:
"Okaa-san..."
Me: Well? What did you think?
Takara: I don't know... wasn't he a little OOC?
Me: Maybe... but this was hard to write and just imagine what it must feel like...
Takara: Yeah...
Me: Of course, if it made you throw up, I'll edit it. I just felt like writing a little family-fluff
Takara: I see...
Me: Well, until next time, PLEASE REVIEW!