This was mostly written on my phone so watch out for typos. sorry. I read through it but i can never spot my mistakes.

EDIT: i looked back at this and found so many mistakes so I'm re-uploading it with this corrected, mostly.

"Hey Captain, aren't you supposed to be on leave tomorrow?" Rangiku asked from her seat on (not at) her desk. She was looking through some fashion magazine which the two males assumed she had picked up in The World of the Living.

Ichigo had been laying on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling with disinterest. He was still recovering from the beating the Squad 10 lieutenant had given him in their spar about a half hour ago. She'd only hit him once and knocked him to the ground but it felt like someone had thrown him through a brick wall. He sat up and looked over at the short captain, waiting to hear his reply.

"Yeah... I was planning to go into Junrinan for the day but..." He answered hesitantly and without looking up, already knowing where his lieutenant was going with this. Currently, he was sat at his desk, doing paperwork with a cup of green tea at his side. Well, he was trying to do some work at least, the other two occupants of the room were making it rather difficult.

"You should so take Ichigo with you! Izumi would love it. C'mon Captain, didn't you promise to go with Momo?" She knew he would do anything to keep a promise to his sister.

The captain sighed and looked up at her. "I suppose... but this doesn't mean you can slack off any more than usual. Captain Unohaha volunteered to come and check up on you."

Ichigo thought he heard something akin to mischief in Toshiro's voice but he brushed it off as the pain effecting his senses. He'd met Unohaha and she was a force to be feared, she had a gentle, never fading smile but it seemed to make her all the more terrifying.

Rangiku swallowed hard and looked fearful for a split second before going back to her usual, carefree self.

The sky was going dark with the first signs of dusk, the moon shining bright in the sky. The streets of Seireitei were quiet and almost completely deserted apart from a few soul reapers tasked with the first night shift.

Ichigo was currently following his, rather short, escort down the moon lit paths towards the white haired captain's personal quarters (or he assumed so, he hadn't actually been told where it was that they were going, just to follow him). They had been silent for some time and he decided to break it.

"So... how old are you anyway?" Ichigo was cautious- he really didn't know what this kid was capable of- but he was genuinely curious about him. The teen had noticed that unusual appearances and power seemed to be connected here, and Toshiro Hitsugaya was certainly unique looking.

"Older than you will ever be... I don't remember exactly, 200 and something. Momo might know. Young for a shinigami. However physical age can be effected by spiritual pressure. It can cause slower ageing"

They passed many identical buildings each with rows of doors, the only difference between them being number plates in the middle. These were the living quarters for the unranked members of Squad 10. The next buildings they came to were 10 smaller structures with only one doorway each. These belonged to the seated officers. All of the buildings were nice, homely even, in Ichigo's opinion. Certainly not what he expected of a military base.

They stopped at the very last door, Toshiro simply slid open the paper squared door. Didn't he ever lock it? The Squad 10 Captain seemed to Ichigo like someone who would enjoy their privacy. Perhaps he just trusted his squad to not enter uninvited?

They walked inside, Toshiro closed the door behind them before walking over to a cupboard and pulling out a futon and blanket. He handed them to the red head silently, then walked though another doorway and closing it behind him.

"Well okay then..." Ichigo muttered to himself as he put the bedding on the floor.

He then took the time to take in his surroundings. On the left side of the room was an open doorway arch leading to a small kitchen, on the right was the room Toshiro had gone into and another door. In-between them was a book case. In the middle of the room, though slightly to the left[meaning there was room for his futon slightly to the right), was a sofa and two chairs opposite with a table in the middle. There was also a tidy looking desk on the far wall.

Ichigo lay down, still aching, and soon fell asleep.

A/N: uhhh.. yeah. Sorry. This is terrible and it took forever but I got distracted by this SnK fic i started... Oops. I don't want that one to end up like this one where updates are few and far between with short chapters... so I want to get most of it done before any is uploaded... I might upload just the first chapter as a prologue type thing for now. Maybe soon.