Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! Also thanks for the criticism and enthusiasm! I'm trying my best and will take in mind what you have to say and what has been said. Sorry for Toshiro (and/or others) being a little ooc. I'm not entirely sure how he would be without a memory so I'm seeing what works and what doesn't. I'll be sure to work on his characterization to be more accurate! – Also sorry for the typos, there aren't many but when I look back there's maybe one or two per chapter, I'll be sure to proof read better before I post again. There are things that I'll add in soon, and things I didn't even think about and will explain. I've been updating quickly because I have time and I do enjoy writing. I plan on updates at least 3-4 times a week (hopefully!) but as school progresses it may reduce. Anyways~ Thank you for reading, and enjoying!

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Toshiro sat in an interrogation room. He was seated and had his arms resting on the cold metal table. Cold. The cold didn't bother him; in fact it was almost a comfort. Somewhere inside of him stirred a bought loneliness. He tried to inch into a memory, he felt like something was there. He knew there was something. There was a sharp pain in his head and the boy stared at the table. Why did it hurt to remember? The only thing he knew for sure was that something terrible happened to him.

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Gibb's and his team looked through the one way glass.

"Are you positive he's Japanese?" McGee asked no one in particular.

"There is such a thing as colored contacts and bleach, McGee."

"It looks so natural, though."

"It's impossible. White hair and those eyes could not be natural," replied Ziva.

The interrogation room door suddenly swung open and Gibb's had entered the room.

"When did he…?" Tony started but didn't finish.

…

Gibb's sat across from the boy, his blue eyes staring into the strange color of the amnesiac. There was only silence. Minutes passed by and each said nothing.

"Let's start with your name," said Gibbs.

"Don't know."

"You sure about that?"

"Why would I lie?"

"In case you were involved, a witness or the perpetrator."

"Is that a common thing?"

"Not usually, but it sure as hell happens."

Silence.

"Anatawa, Nihonjin desuka?" (Are you Japanese?)

"Hai," said the boy.

"Where in Japan are you from?"

"Junrinan in the 1st District of West Rukongai," said the boy, suddenly aware of his heritage.

"There isn't such a place in Japan."

"Yes, there is. That's where I'm from. I lived there with Granny…" slowly bits and pieces were coming back. Yet it was only bits from long ago.

Gibb's sighed and stood abruptly, "Tell me when you're ready to tell the truth."

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Rukia Kuchiki and Ichigo Kurosaki, along with the curious Karin Kurosaki, stood in front of Kisuke Urahara's shop.

"Why do we need to be here again?" Sighed Ichigo, not pleased to be at the shop.

"I need a gigai. I don't know if you've noticed but I'm still in soul form."

"Why would you need a gigai? You're just looking for Toshiro?" Karin questioned. Wouldn't things be easier in soul reaper form?

Rukia sighed, "Toshiro and Matsumoto were here last and apparently they needed gigai."

"What the hell could the two of them been doing?!" Ichigo sighed.

"That's and interesting question!" called the shop's owner, Kisuke Urahara.

Ichigo cringed while Rukia approached the senior soul reaper in the shop.

Little trinkets and random items littered the store. The real, soul reaper, items were in the back. Even though they were soul reapers Urahara kept the group in the front part of the store.

"I'm here for a gigai."

"Funny! Two lovely soul reapers the other week wanted the same thing! You must want the new product." Kisuke winked at Rukia and smiled deviously.

"What new product?" asked the orange haired soul reaper.

"Oops," said Kisuke innocently, "Well the new gigai are special! Supposed to be more realistic. Well, if you take out the super healing factors…"

"Wait," said Karin confused, "Don't soul reapers fight without their gigai? So why would they need to heal faster?"

Kisuke hesitated before replying, "Well, don't tell this to the two that came in last week, but apparently it's to make up for the certain…problem with the new versions."

"And what would that be?"

"Well it seems the souls get trapped in the gigai for a bit."

"How long is a bit?"

"Well let's just say years, for now."

…

"What do ya got Abby?" Entered Gibbs, followed by Tony and Ziva.

"Gah! Gibbs! I seriously need to get you a bell or something! Hey, where's McGee?"

"Getting the DNA from our mystery kid," answered Tony.

"When can I meet him?"

"Soon," Gibbs said, "Now, What do ya got?"

"Well that sword? It's a Japanese katana, basically a historical Japanese sword. It's really cool Gibbs! McGee would love it, it's like something from an awesome video game!"

"What would a child do with such a sword?" asked the Israeli agent.

"Maybe he's into that thing, what is it? LARPing? McGeek would know,"

"It would have to be hardcore LARPing, Tony. This blade is real and extremely sharp," said Abby.

"What about the blood?"

"Well Gibbs, that's an excellent question! It's strange, it's not animal blood but nor is it human. Like it's half human, or even part human but not full human. Well what I mean is that the DNA itself contains part of human DNA but everything else I don't know. A lot of it is dead cells though, which is so weird."

"What do you mean by dead cells?" Questioned McGee as he walked in.

"McGee! McGee! I hear you have DNA for me? I would love that. Do you know what I would want even more?"

"A Caff-Pow!" Abby answered herself and looked at Gibbs.

"Abby, the dead cells?"

"Right! Well it's really dead tissue, it's strange really. It's like it shouldn't be there but it is,"

"What about the strange clothing?" asked Ziva.

"Good question! Well, the black robe is a kimono, and the white jacket like thing is called a haori, it's like a jacket for the cross on the back," Abby picked up the garment and turned it around to show the squad number, "That's the Japanese number ten. Why you would have the Japanese number ten on your back, I don't know," she paused a moment before turning to McGee, "Now hand over the DNA," she said with a smile.

McGee handed her the kid's blood, "Is it possible to see if that's his natural look?"

"What do ya mean?"

"Like if he's naturally white haired and has turquoise eyes."

"No one is born like that, this isn't a video game. He's probably in his rebellious stage in life, everyone goes through it."

…

"He needs a name."

"He isn't a dog, Abby."

"Yeah, yeah. He's a person, a nameless person. Everyone deserves a name though McGee."

Toshiro looked between the two confused. He had a name, he just couldn't remember it.

"Just call him kid," joked McGee.

"I'm not a kid." Toshiro replied quickly.

"He does that a lot."

"What?" asked the scientist.

"Talk about him being a kid and he insists on being older than he is."

"McGee, some grow up faster than others!" She turned to Toshiro, "I'll call you Ten."

"Why Ten?" asked McGee confused.

"Silly, it's on the haori!"

"Haori are for captains." The boy suddenly said.

"What?" McGee and Abby said simultaneously.

"Never mind." Toshiro found himself acting compulsively. He shouldn't act this way, he needed to be calm, cool. He needed to think. Slowly little things were coming back but only by vocal stimulus.

"Can I see what I was found with?"

"Sure!" Said a delighted Abby.

"Wait, what if he does something to it?"

"McGee, don't be a worry-wart. We'll both be here and there isn't much he could do," Abby found the katana and took it from the transparent evidence bag. The blue and green designs seemed to register within Toshiro. Familiarity, he liked the feeling. Something inside him warmed, he was glad. This was precious to him, why?

"Here," she said handing him the sword.

Toshiro grabbed the hilt and his hands fell into the familiar grooves. His eyes closed and he felt a rush of icy coldness.

"You wield me again, do you?"

Toshiro's flew open as he glanced around the room calmly.

"Did you by chance here something?" He asked.

McGee and Abby shook their heads, "Maybe it's a memory?" Abby suggested hopefully.

"I am no memory. You dare wield me again? Why. What do you seek? There is no hope if you cannot remember on your own, do not lose yourself. Remember, Toshiro Hitsugaya. REMEMBER."

His vision faded and he felt himself falling. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. His eyes widened as he gripped the sword harder than before. Why would he cling to such a weapon, especially at a time like this? It was dependable. As he fell he only watched the blade. It was trust worthy. How could a blade be trust worthy? Moments before he hit the lab's floor, ice crystals shot up the metal blade. They were beautiful. Flowers of ice framed the katana for only a soon shattered leaving ice fragments on the ground. As the boy lost consciousness a name came to mind, Toshiro Hitsugaya.