Hey y'all it's me and I know I should be updating That's my Brother, but this popped into my mind.

Ulquiorra: Don't you find it odd that Hitsugaya and I have major parts in both stories?

Hitsugaya: Shut up stupid you're giving away spoilers!

Ahem! This is me disclaiming. There will be OOC moments, tears, hugs, angst, humor, and NO YAOI!

Sabbatical

Chapter one: Act your age

Las Noches seemed more stark than usual for some reason. Of course Grimmjow had some thing to say about this.

"Fuck man, what do I gotta do to make something happen?" he shouted to the top of his lungs. The Sexta Espada ran his fingers through his sky blue locks. If things were right in the world he would be out spreading mayhem, not sitting around the hideout."WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO BORING IN HERE?!?!?!?!?"

"You really shouldn't shout trash," sighed an emotionless voice from behind him. He flinched out of habit rather than fear. It was Ulquiorra, fun-killer supreme.

"What do you want," Grimmjow growled, trying to sound scary. He knew that nothing could frighten his "superior". Grimmjow finally turned so that he was face to face with the stoic usually Arrancar. Ulquiorra was the golden boy. He was Aizen's pride and joy that could do no wrong. Even worse he was always walking around acting as if he were the smartest, most mature being in all of-

Inspiration suddenly sparked in his demented mind. It was time to play mess with Ulquiorra.

"Lord Aizen wants to see you," Ulquiorra said. He turned on his heel, but was immediately turned back around.

"You know, you never have any fun,"

"Who cares about fun, trash?" Ulquiorra rolled his eyes. "We exist to serve Lord Aizen, nothing more."

Grimmjow's eyes widened, he found exactly what he was going to do. He shrugged his shoulders and followed the Cuarta down the halls of the immense castle to the throne room.

Before them were Sôsuke Aizen, Gin Ichimaru, and Kaname Tosen seated casually in their respective seats. Aizen looked as if he was about to say something, but Grimmjow interrupted him.

"Lord Aizen, do you ever think that Ulquiorra is too uptight?"

The king of Arrancar nodded slightly, his interest was piqued. "What do you mean Grimmjow? Ulquiorra is perfect the way I made him."

"I mean that disrespectful way he calls everyone trash, even those more powerful than he," Grimmjow began.

He took a deep breath as he felt his conscious mind step down; he was going to need to be smart for the next few minutes. "Also there is the fact that unlike the rest of us he does nothing constructive for the overall morale of the team."

"Morale?" Ulquiorra scoffed. "That's something that trash like you would care about."

"On the contrary my dear Cuarta," Aizen purred. "If a group has higher morale then they work much more efficiently." He turned to the now super-smart Grimmjow. "What do you suggest he do?"

"I think it would be for the best if Ulquiorra were demoted until he learn to act his age- which is proportionately seventeen or so- and once he has it down pact," Grimmjow paused. He looked over at Ulquiorra through the corner of his eye to see that his rival was stony faced, almost angry. "He will have to utilize a new skill from his learning how to be a teenager to raise the morale of the Espada."

"Lord Aizen, I can't believe you are even listening to this," Ulquiorra interjected. Even though his voice was the same monotone, there was a hint of distress to it. "He barely could tell you what 'overall morale level' was a minute ago!"

Shock was displayed on Aizen's face. He had never heard his precious Cuarta raise his voice at anyone due to the fact that he was created to be unfeeling and critical, but it just cemented Grimmjow's claims.

"Ulquiorra Schiffer," Aizen said as he rose from his throne. "I hereby sentence you to live in the human world as a normal teenager until you can contribute to the moral of Las Noches!"

With a wave of his hand Ulquiorra felt his strength depleting. He collapsed to the ground unable to take the pressure from his creator or Grimmow's reiatsu.

And of course he blacked out.

(In the world of the living)

"Toshirou, where are you?" called a voice.

Hitsugaya held back the urge to correct the substitute shinigami. He was a firm believer in referring to others by the correct title, and at least not using their given name without permission.

"Come on this isn't funny, I'm supposed to be watching you!" Kurosaki cried to the silence

Of course that made the white-haired shinigami's head dip in despair.

Toshirou Hitsugaya was used to the claim that he needed to act more like his age. In fact it was the main driving force for his persona. He needed to behave like an adult all the time so his work associates would see him for his accomplishments instead of his age.

Unfortunately the Head-Captain noticed this.

"Captain Hitsugaya, you may be an excellent shinigami, but you are still a child," Yamamoto began. Hitsugaya bit back his usual response of not being a child. "I would like for you to take a vacation."

"Right now?" Hitsugaya exclaimed. "There are already so few captains, and you want to send another one away? Forgive me for my impudence, but I must decline."

Yamamoto sighed, "You confuse what I say with a request. This is an order. You will take a vacation, and behave like a child until further notice, effective immediately."

Then he was dismissed from the Head-captain's quarters. His haori was taken and he had several guards escort him to the twelfth company. Hitsugaya found himself running on auto-pilot as he was fitted in his gigai that pretty much masked his reiatsu and he was briefed on where it was he would be staying.

"The substitute will be waiting for you on the other side," the twelfth captain assured him as the portal to the world of the living was opened. He took a comatose step forward wondering where Matsumoto was. Unless she was in a drunken stupor she should have been there.

Now he was hiding in the one place that someone who knew him would never look: a playground. It was all so simple. He would wait for the substitute to leave, and then go to Urahara's store. At said store he would get a new gigai, one that didn't restrict his powers, and wait for the rest of his "vacation" to be up.

Hitsugaya waited for half an hour or so until he was one hundred percent sure that Kurosaki's reiatsu was gone before crawling out of his den. He was about to start his very long trek to the Urahara Shoten when a small, but very Arrancar reiatsu hit him from behind.

Sitting on one of the swings was a teenager with black hair and emerald green eyes. Hitsugaya couldn't believe it, the teenager almost looked like that Arrancar.

"Why are you staring at me Shinigami?" the teenager demanded in a very emotionless voice. He looked up at Hitsugaya and the shinigami knew.

"Schiffer!" Hitsugaya growled, reaching for where Hyorinmaru would have been. Of course he didn't have his zanpakuto in his gigai, and without any soul candy he couldn't retrieve it. Maybe I could use kidô spells

"Are you really about to attack me?" Ulquiorra asked. "You and I both are barely at our usual level."

Hitsugaya paused and read both of their reiatsu. Neither one of them was higher than the average medium. If either one of them were human they would completely lack the ability to see shinigami or Hollows.

"Fine then," Hitsugaya murmured, turning on his heel. He was on a mission, and the weak Arrancar behind him was a waste of time.

"Wait a moment," Ulquiorra called.

"What is it?"

There was an awkward silence as Hitsugaya turned to face the Arrancar sitting on the swing set. Ulquiorra was looking down at his feet, face contorted deep in contemplation. Finally he looked up.

"Have you ever been told to act your age?" Ulquiorra sighed, spinning around in the seat.

One million answers flooded Hitsugaya's mind. He could have told the Arrancar to mind his business, which was that no one ever told him to act his age, or some other lie. Instead he told the truth.

"They don't say it to my face at least," he shrugged, sitting down on the slide which was adjacent to the swings.

"Not to your face? Are they cowards?" Ulquiorra sounded confused.

"No, it's just impolite," Hitsugaya replied curtly. "What about you?"

"Just one person at first," Ulquiorra admitted. "But that was because he was jealous of my rank. Unfortunately he convinced Lord Aizen of the same, now I'm here powerless."

Hitsugaya nodded, "I guess we're in the same boat."

The two looked at each other; a sense of familiarity was blooming-

"Well I gotta go,"

"I should as well,"

Any idiot could tell that friendship was in the cards, except those two that is.

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