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Entering the Kurosaki household, Toshiro tossed his coat onto the coat rack which fell to the ground. Sighing, Nasako picked it up and placed it on the rack. Toshiro flopped down onto the couch and threw his head back, taking a large breath. What am I going to do now? It's been a good four weeks since we got here, and Matazashi was attacked by the hollow... and now she's going through these weird changes. He paused his thoughts to take a glance at his third seat. His eyes lingered over her hair, which now was completely white. He grimaced and crossed his arms.

Nasako stood there with a quizzical look sprawled across her face before she strode to her captain. Shoving the small, white-haired shinigami she muttered, "I'm going to bed. Get off," Toshiro smugly did as so and ghosted to the other chair. Dropping into the chair heavily, he stared at Nasako who had turned her back to him. I hope Urahara figures out this hollow soon... I wouldn't want anything bad happening to Matazashi...

Toshiro sighed once more and crossed his arms. He closed his eyes; he was just going to rest them for a little bit. It had been a very long day. By the time Toshiro woke up it was two in the morning. What he woke up to was what stirred him the most. He heard giggling, and that scared him because it reminded him of that movie he watched with Kurosaki while the girls were out doing God knows what. When he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he saw a blinding light that made little circles of color spiral around his surroundings. And when he squinted, he saw Nasako... giggling to her self as she stared at her Soul phone.

That made him scowl. And maybe melt a little, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that. He opened his mouth to say something but they she giggled again. It send chills down his spine. "Matazashi, what the hell are you doing?" Toshiro wasn't stupid. Ever since they added that 'text feature' – he hasn't figured out how to use it just quite yet – he could have guessed she was talking to Haru.

Just as he spoke, Nasako closed her phone and shoved in her pocket. "None of your business," she barked. Toshiro rolled his eyes. "Give me the phone, Matazashi," He demanded. Nasako shook her head. He gave her that look and she still denied it. "Just give me the phone,"

It was silent and they stared at each other. Toshiro was rather frightened that Nasako's eyes were fully turquoise now. And as for her hair, it was completely snow white. It was hard for him not to stare; for him, it was like looking at another person.

He stood up brusquely and advanced towards her. Not only to get the phone – he planned on smashing it into a million pieces – but to get a better look at her face. Was it his imagination or did she actually change? Standing into front of Nasako, Toshiro had his hands on his hips. "Give. Me. The. Phone." He said through gritted teeth. That was when Nasako became agitated. "Why do you want it?"

He leaned down so their faces were level, his eyes squinting slightly. "I don't like you talking to Haru," Toshiro began. "That's because you're jealous of him," Here we go again, he rolled his eyes and sighed.

"I'd rather drop dead – again, than be jealous than him,"

She laughed.

"Quit denying it, you know you want to be in his place,"

"You mean being human? I could care less,"

"No, I mean being able to be my boy–"

"Don't even say it,"

He hated that word.

"What? You mean boyfriend?"

She laughed again.

He rolled his eyes.

"You want to know something, Taicho?"

"Finally admitting your love to me, huh?"

"Never in a million years,"

It was his turn to laugh; he could wait that long.

"You look like an old man with white hair,"

His eye twitched.

"Speak for yourself,"

"My hair isn't completely white!"

"It is now,"

Nasako was taken back. What is he talking about? She slowly reached up to touch her hair, the fringe especially.

"What do you mean?" She finally asked after rubbing her head.

"I think that hollow did something to you,"

"And?"

"And, weird things are happening,"

Nasako was silent, waiting for him to go on.

"Your hair is white now, Matazashi. And your eyes... actually, come to think of it, your eyes are the color of my eyes," Toshiro said in realization.

"What?" Nasako didn't believe what he just said.

"Taicho, are you drunk?" Toshiro threw his hands up into the air. "No! I'm just pointing something out!"

She hopped out of her seat and ran to the nearest mirror. Staring at the image in front of her, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Taicho! You liar! There's nothing wrong with me!"

Toshiro slapped himself in the face, "Even she can't see it!" Nasako came back to her taicho with crossed arms and an angered look on her face. "Why do you think it's okay to do shit like this?"

He felt like ripping his hair out of his head. This was beyond frustrating. Why couldn't anyone see what he saw? Just then, something in his pocket vibrated. Patting himself down, Toshiro found his Soul Phone. He had one missed call. And a new voice-mail.

"Hi, Hitsugaya-taicho~! I finally got the results of Nasako-chan scans. I can't say much about it. It is definitely something I've never encountered before. But, it has something to do with altering a person's profile. I'll call you when something else comes one,"

Toshiro closed his Soul phone and made a face. Altering a person's profile... he thought about it hard for a moment, before something sparked in his mind.

"Matazashi, what color is Haru's hair?"