"How can you not exist?"
"It's a fake name, McGee."
Their blue-eyed boss stared at the kid through the glass, his thoughts were organized but the information he had was scattered and imprecise.
McGee, a novelist, gamer, and NCIS agent looked through the glass. This kid was too mysterious. Nothing fit together right. He was seemingly otherworldly. Toshiro Hitsugaya didn't fit. Not just because he was Japanese but there was other factors. His hair, his eyes, the way he acted, and even the clothes that they had found him in.
Ziva, the Israeli, previously Mossad agent, watched the strange kid. He didn't flinch at any of the crime scene photos, like it was all normal. What kind of battles could he possibly have gone through?
Finally Tony DiNozzo skeptically looked at the strange boy. He was hiding something, and he knew it. This kid had seen action, that was obvious from a psychological view, but what exactly had he seen? What had he been through? The white haired kid seemed to act like he was above everyone, like he had a certain rank. One thing was for sure, he wasn't from around here, the United States, or seemingly Japan.
…
Toshiro Hitsugaya frowned at the glass. He sensed eyes on him.
Of course they're looking at you; you're the stigma in their investigation.
"What?" Toshiro glanced around nervously. He was hearing voices.
I'm not just a voice. You could say, a partner.
"You're…" said the young captain, recognizing the ice dragon's voice. He didn't know how he knew this being or even if it's existence was real or just a figment of his imagination.
Of course I'm real.
"How can I know for sure?"
Find me.
"How?"
Remember.
The cold voice of the dragon vanished. Toshiro Hitsugaya suddenly felt alone, like he had lost something very important to him.
Gibbs entered the small interrogation room with evidence bags in hand. Curiously he stared at the boy, wondering if he needed medical attention, "Who ya talking to?"
"Huh?"
"You hurt anywhere?"
"No."
"Alright," Gibbs replied as he sat across from the boy, setting the evidence bags on the table. When Abby had popped in earlier she had given the bags to Gibbs, as he had requested. In one bag there was a black kimono heavily tainted red. The other had his haori which was also tainted red from his blood loss. In the last bag was his katana.
First Gibbs pushed the black clothing towards the boy, "Recognize this?"
Hitsugaya stared at it for a second before a memory flashed before him. He was with a taller woman with orange hair. She had a large bust and was leaning down to him.
"You can't keep doing that! She's cold," the woman said, gesturing to the older woman in bed. She looked pale and was shivering slightly.
The young Hitsugaya, before he became a soul reaper, looked up at his senior,
"You're leaking your reiatsu," she said. Moments later she said to him, "Become a Soul Reaper."
Hitsugaya snapped back into reality and slowly started to process his reality. His past flooded back. He was dead. A soul. He lived with Granny in Junrinan, the 1st District of West Rukongai. Matsumoto Rangiku had asked him to become a Soul Reaper. Toshiro Hitsugaya was the young genius of Shin'ō Academy. That was as far as his memory reached. Suddenly it came to a painstaking halt.
Toshiro grabbed his forehead and resting his arm on the table. He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes to think. He must have graduated the academy; it felt like ages ago that he had. He couldn't remember his zanpakutō. He couldn't remember which division he was put into. He didn't know what he was ranked. If he graduated he must have a zanpakutō, and he must belong to a division. He must have been sent here on a mission and it went wrong.
"Kid, you alright?" asked a concerned Gibbs.
"Whatever crime that was committed I didn't do it. You're wasting your time on me."
Gibbs hid his shock. The boy suddenly seemed different, "Is your memory back?"
Toshiro debated what to say. It would be easy to feign innocence but at some point he would slip, "Just about the past, nothing important to you."
"Why were you wearing a black kimono?" The NCIS agent asked.
"Don't know."
Gibbs sighed and pulled out the haori with the number ten showing.
Toshiro internally gasped, but didn't let any recognition show.
He had passed Matsumoto is ranking, she was his lieutenant now. He was a captain, the captain of the 10th division. More memories flooded him. Toshiro remembered succeeding Shiba Isshin as the head of Division 10. Toshiro remembered being the 3rd seat and when everything started. When he reported the death of a Shinigami, and when two more deaths came. Toshiro remembered when Isshin left for the human world, leaving him and Matsumoto behind. Soon after that he became one of the youngest captains.
Finally, hissed the voice of Hyōrinmaru.
Hitsugaya was staring blankly at the older NCIS agent, unaware of his surroundings as he had been struck with memories.
"Think he's ok?" Whispered DiNozzo.
Ziva, Tony, and McGee had all entered the room when the boy had suddenly tensed and froze up.
"He is fine, Tony. I think he is just remembering," Ziva whispered back.
"Why are you whispering?" Asked an annoyed Gibbs.
"No reason boss."
Snapping out of his trance Hitsugaya asked, "Have you seen or heard of a Rangiku Matsumoto?"
…
"So, it would only work while we are both sleeping?" asked Karin Kurosaki.
"If that's what it even was…" said a skeptical Renji.
"Yes," said a more hopeful Rukia.
"What were you too even doing?" Questioned the older Kurosaki.
Karin flustered, "It was only soccer! We were down a player!"
"So what now? We just wait?" Renji asked, ending the Kurosaki's conversation, they could discuss such things later.
"Wait until night,"
"What if he's not there though?"
"What do ya mean?" Renji asked.
"He seemed far away…away from Japan."
Rukia thought a moment. "Matsumoto was in Kyoto, so it's highly possible he could be elsewhere. But why would the two be separated so far?"
…
Hitsugaya was given blankets and a pillow. That was all the NCIS agents had given him to sleep with. They had left him in the interrogation room but had taken everything with them. Including all their 'evidence,' which meant his Hyōrinmaru, was gone.
It was about six o'clock, seemingly early for sleep but the tired captain took advantage of the extra time.
It was not an ordinary dream as he found himself on a soccer field. He stood uselessly in the center and as the soccer ball flew by Karin Kurosaki followed. She stopped mid-run and turned around.
"Toshiro-kun!"
"Hitsugaya-san," he corrected, titles were important to him.
"Toshiro, where are you?"
Toshiro stopped a moment and took a good look at the younger Kurosaki. Worry hinted her features and she look somewhat exhausted. Hitsugaya frowned and replied, "Some place called NCIS headquarters."
"NCIS?" She questioned, unfamiliar with the acronym.
"Some naval organization that investigates crime, I believe in Washington D.C."
"America?! How on Earth did you get there?"
"Still not sure. How are you even here?" He questioned, confused on how she was able to travel consciousness.
"Rukia explained it as your reiatsu attached to me or something and because of my spiritual abilities this was possible."
Hitsugaya frowned, he needed to talk with another soul reaper. Gibbs, as the NCIS agents called him, said that no one has heard from Matsumoto, maybe Kurosaki had.
"Have you heard from Matsumoto?"
Karin paused before carefully replying, "She was in a nasty fight and doesn't remember anything, much like you were before. Can you really not remember what happened?"
"It's strange." He mused, thinking about what could cause this.
…
"Gibbs! You'll never believe this, or well you might! Anyways the name that Toshiro had given us? That person doesn't exist. You think his memory is messed up?"
"Thanks Abbs," Gibbs handed her the large Caff-Pow and stalked off, ignoring her last question. This whole case was a scattered mess. The boy was getting them nowhere. Suddenly Gibbs heard Abby scream, her voice hinted with terror but mostly confusion. Abby was silent a moment and Gibb's picked up his vibrating phone.
"Abbs?"
"You better get back here."
Abby, who had taken the sword from the evidence bag to do further testing, stared at the table on which it sat. Ice spread from the blade, covering half the table.
…
Toshiro Hitsugaya woke from the dream with a start. He was getting a bad feeling. The ominous feeling of a Hollow approached.
…
Karin Kurosaki woke from the dream. Slowly she sat up and looked at her brother. He slept in a chair, his head hanging low in sleep. She wrapped her arms around herself. Toshiro Hitsugaya was in America.
…
Back in the Seireitei Rangiku Matsumoto, lieutenant of the 10th division, woke up from a long sleep.
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Author's Note:
I looked up the time difference between Japan and the U.S. If it's 6:00 in the evening here then it would be about 8:00 in the morning in Japan.
Also thanks for reading and sticking with it! Much appreciated :3 This is my first time writing a fan fic and so far I believe it's going well! Anyways, review! Your opinions and suggestions are welcome, anything to improve the story! I do update frequently, mainly because I absolutely love writing (whether I'm any good or not). If it's preferred I can update less frequently. Instead of multiple times a week I can reduce it down to one. What ever works!