Two bright teal eyes fluttered open to look up at the ceiling of the tenth division captain's office. The young taicho felt a sharp pain in his neck, and he found himself struggling to move into a position where his head no longer leaned back. Toshiro reached on hand up to rub his neck as his bright teal eyes blinked again. A sigh escaped his lips as he finally leaned forward to see the stacks of paper sitting on his desk.

A soft snore caused the young taicho to turn his neck to see Matsumoto Rangiku sitting at her desk with her head in her arms. Toshiro sighed again as he pushed himself up from his seat, and he headed over to the couch to grab the blanket which Rangiku normally draped over him when he took his afternoon naps. The youth headed over to her desk and draped the blanket over her shoulders hoping she wouldn't wake up. The woman stirred as the blanket touched her shoulder. "Toshiro..."

The young taicho flinched as he watched the female fukutaicho stir in her sleep. Toshiro's mouth twisted down as he heard the woman speak. "She referred to me by my first name, and not my title."

"I'm sorry."

"For not doing your share of the paperwork?"

"I don't think that's what she means."

Toshiro sighed at his zampaktuo spirits words. "No. I don't think so either. Beyond that she really has nothing to apologize for you."

"...never done anything good for ya."

This time the young taicho flinched. "Come on Matsumoto. You've done plenty for me. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you. I've lost track of the number of times you've saved my life." The boy looked away from the woman as a feeling hit the pit of his stomach. "I wish you were my real mother."

Toshiro swallowed before looking away. The child taicho closed his hand before heading back to his desk, but he couldn't shake the strange feeling which bothered him since the end of the Winter War. Now another war had come and gone, and the feelings and thoughts which kept passing his mind simply wouldn't go away. "It's just figments of my imagination. Isn't that what my age group does? We imagine things and make up stories?"

"I thought you didn't think of yourself as a child."

"I don't. I can't. I can't shake the idea I'm imagining things." The young taicho turned his head towards the woman as she napped at her desk. "I think I'm just desperate for her to be my real mother."

The white haired youth swallowed and looked down at his papers before balling his hands into fists. The sudden urge to run over came the young taicho, and the child shunpooed out of the room. The child Shinigami didn't know where he was heading, but eventually he stopped on one of the old fashioned roofs and knelt down burying his head in the arms which crossed his knees. "I'm way to much like him to be a coincidence."

"You are your own person young master. You shouldn't compare yourself to him like this."

Hyorinmaru's words caused Toshiro to tilt his head up to examine where he ended up. "I still ran away like he always did. I don't really understand why I get this sudden urge to run, and keep running. I think Matsumoto's noticed, and I don't think she likes it."

"She doesn't like it because she worries about you."

One thin hand reached up to run through the white head of hair as Toshiro let out a deep sigh of frustration. The buildings taken away to be replaced by the Quincy's buildings came back once the leader of the Quincy found himself defeated, but the buildings ruined before the transfer didn't come back. The Shinigami choose to rebuild the majority of the buildings, but in this particular place they decided to build a place for the Quincy who survived the war.

"The words survive are a farce. How many of us were revived by Inoue or some other means?" Toshiro leaned forward. "I doubt he would have cared about what happened to me and Matsumoto during the war."

"That is not something you could possibly know young master."

Toshiro blinked a couple of times as a few Quincy moved about below without noticing him. These Quincy were lower ranked, and not any of the ones he found himself fighting against during the war. The young taicho's chin rested against his arms. "If he cared about me at all... well, he certainly wouldn't have done any of the things he did. What really bothers me is Matsumoto's still... well, you know."

"You're referring to the fact she can't forget about him."

"No. I'm referring to the fact she's still in love with him. He treated her like crap, and obviously he never loved her if he had a child with another woman."

"Perhaps that is the real reason you want to believe your memories are just a figment of your imagination."

Toshiro's bright teal eyes narrowed quickly, but before he could think about what his zampaktuo a voice broke his train of thought. "What the hell are you doing here?"

The child Shinigami turned his head to look up at the man who spoke to him and discovered the man was the Mowhawked fire user who seriously injured him during the war. "I'm hiding."

One of the man's eyebrows rose up as he watched the boy. "Really? You're not hiding very well. Did someone send you to spy on us."

"I never said I am hiding from you." Toshiro quickly stood up and dusted off his uniform. The young taicho swallowed as he found himself unable to look the man in the eye.

"Then who."

The child taicho's mouth opened and words came out unhindered again. "My fukutaicho."

"Yes, but why did you come here of all places."

"I don't have an answer for that. I just simply ran, and this is where I stopped. I'd ask if you had an answer, but I don't think you actually have an answer for me."

The man let out a sigh as he crossed his arms. "About your fukutaicho..."

"If you're interested in her romantically like everybody else seems to be..." Toshiro felt his mouth twist up. "She's still in love with a man who's dead. I also wish to note that she may dress the way she does, but that's all an act."

"You're a really weird kid."

"I'm not a kid."

"You take more issue with being called a kid then being called weird?"

"I am weird."

The man let out a sigh and stuck his hands into his pocket. "Do you remember my name?"

Toshiro's bright teal eyes blinked a couple of times before moving one of his feet against the traditional roofing titles causing a slight clicking sound to be heard. "Your name? I do remember."

"Then what is it?"

The young taicho's jaw drop. "Honestly, I do remember. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"You never told me your last name."

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"It's just that..." Toshiro felt his shoulders suddenly tense up as the urge to run away again came over him.

"Call him by his first name."

"He's an adult, and that isn't polite."

"I get it. You don't like me. Not that I can really blame you."

Two bright teal eyes blinked a couple of times. "No! You actually remind me of my former taicho."

A smirk spread across the man's face. "I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."

"It's both now that I think about it."

A laugh escaped the other man's face. "All right. What was your former taicho's name?"

"Shiba." The words came out of Toshiro's mouth

The smile left the man's face. "Shiba? Isn't Shiba one of Soul Societies noble clans? What's his actual name?"

"Shiba is his name."

"Uh-huh." The man rocked back on his heals. "What is the name of your fukutaicho?"

"Matsumoto. I end up yelling her name more then I like."

One of the man's eyebrows shot up. "I didn't need to know you yell at her a lot." The corners of his mouth twisted back up. "What's the name of the orange haired creep from the world of the living?"

"Kurosaki isn't a creep."

"What are the names of the sixth division taicho and his sister?"

The color quickly left Toshiro's face as realization hit him in regards to what the man was doing. "Kuchiki and Kuchiki."

"Do you call anyone by their first name?"

Toshiro's mouth opened for a few seconds before snapping shut. His cheeks suddenly heated up. "It's none of your business if I do."

"You don't have any friends do you?"

The young taicho's head snapped around. "I do have a friend!"

"Who?"

"Kurosaki's sister Kurosaki!" The young taicho's thin hands quickly balled into fists, and his cheeks puffed out slightly.

The man simply stared at him for a few minutes. Toshiro watched as the man reached out a calloused hand to grab the top of his head and involuntarily he found himself flinching. The man also leaned over so his face was closer to his own. "Can you say my name once?" The child Shinigami twisted his head to the side as his jaw tensed up. "You aren't afraid of me are you?"

"I'm honestly not sure."

"At least your honest." The man pulled back so he stood straight up, but he didn't remove his hand from Toshiro's head. "I simply want you to confirm you're not lying about remembering my name."

The young taicho looked at the man out of the corner of the bright teal eye closest to the man. "Bazz-B. Your name is Bazz-B."

Bazz-B let go of Toshiro's head and let out a sigh indicating he was content. "Was that so hard?" The child Shinigami opened his mouth to say something, but shook his head. His mouth clamped shut, and he continued avoiding the man's gaze. "That's alright. About your fukutaicho though..."

"You can't date her!" The child's bright teal eyes blinked a couple of times.

"I wasn't..." The man frowned at her. "You don't have a crush on her do you. Because that is completely..."

"I don't! I just..." Toshiro felt the color leave his cheeks, and suddenly he was off again as the urge to run over took him.