Intro:

This is my first fan-fiction and I would appreciate it if you would provide me with some feedback or so. This story begins when Toshiro is still in the Soul Reaper Academy. There will be some OCs, maybe and possibly OOC. Oh, this is an AU, by the way.

Summary:

As soon as Toshiro enters the 10th Squad, life as a shinigami turns Toshiro's life upside down and making it very difficult for him to decide what he actually wants to do. The secret that was between Toshiro and Kusaka symbolized the strong friendship they had with one another. Upon that secret turning out to be no longer a secret, instead of being a symbol of friendship, it was instantly turned into one of hatred, primarily one-sided hatred from Kusaka. Now, Kusaka swears to fight Toshiro for Hyorinmaru believing that he's the rightful owner. However, this isn't the first time that something like this has happened. History is repeating itself once again with the difference that this time it may possibly lead to a new legend.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Bleach in any way, shape, or form. Unfortunately...

"You must fight. You must fight."

These words pressurized two boys as the words continuously echoed in their minds. They stood dumbfounded and uncertain whether to draw their weapon or not, yet compelled to do so. The boy with spiky hair as white as snow looked helplessly toward his tall friend with black hair and looked into his violet eyes with pain visible in his teal ones. He clenched his fist as he was about to shout at the people that worked under the organization called Central 46. As his mouth opened, a voice that was not his was heard, crying out the boy's name as if he was an enemy.

"Toshiro Hitsugaya! Hyorinmaru is mine!" The dark-haired boy declared as he unsheathed his sword and began charging in Toshiro's direction.

Toshiro backed away, pleading his friend with his eyes, crying out as he unsheathed his weapon in self-defense. "No, Kusaka. Don't do it!"

The boy with short, silver hair with bangs along the sides of his face ending a little past his shoulders cradled the boy, identical to him in every way with the exception of light purple hair, closer to his chest. His tear-filled turquoise eyes threatened to overflow as he looked down at the barely breathing twin. The twin slowly and slightly revealed his red eyes and lifted his hand to cup the crying boy's face while smiling weakly. Turquoise eyes widened slightly at this action, but were soon closed to release the tears that were threatening to fall for all this time. The boy pleaded his twin, his voice cracking and choking on the words as he began to sob. "No. Please. Don't leave me. It should be me, not you."

His red eyes softened as he used his thumb to wipe the tears off his brother's face. "It's alright. Stop crying, okay?" His eyes shut immediately in pain as he coughed and clutched at the huge wound across his stomach. The blood continued to flow non-stop and his breathing was slowly becoming labored. He managed to open his eyes once more and smiled softly at the white-haired boy, saying his last words before slowly closing his eyes to never open them again.

The spiky white-haired boy gazed across the horizon, sadness filling his lifeless teal eyes. The cold winter air blew against his skin, slightly blowing his bangs back and forth, messing up the proportion of his hairstyle. He moved his already little bangs out of the way of his eyes and continued staring at the sun setting.

The sound of metal clinking softly came from behind him, but though he realized it, he wasn't in the mood to check it out. A figure then emerged from behind him and stood in front of the boy. The figure was a girl of small frame, approximately the same size as the boy, with gorgeous, long, jet black hair reaching half-way down to her thighs. Her aqua eyes studied his face before asking him very softly with a certain kind of concerned gentleness in it. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

The clicking of sandals meeting the white tiles disrupted the peaceful silence within the Soul Reaper Academy's hallways. The occasional students skipping classes were seen wandering around in the hallways, but even they went silent after seeing the pair walking by.

A busty, strawberry-haired woman dressed in a Soul Reaper uniform with the badge for the 10th Squad strapped to her right arm was swiftly walking straight ahead to her destination, ignoring the stares she was receiving from the skippers. Trailing not too far behind him, a redhead with hair tied in a ponytail, dressed in the same uniform as the students, glared at every single person he walked by, occasionally glaring at the woman in front of him. After scaring off the skippers with the ugliest mug he could make, he began complaining, "Rangiku... Why the hell am I coming with you to get this prodigy? I have classes to attend, damn it!"

Rangiku stopped walking and turned around quickly, placing her hands on her hips, with a scorning look plastered on her face. "Look here, Renji. If you keep complaining like this, then I'll make sure to notify the Head Captain on your discontent on a mission he assigned to you himself." Renji's scowl was immediately replaced with one of horror and he felt himself shrink before the angry strawberry. Rangiku waved her finger in front of his face as a sign of reassurance that she will see to it personally. "If you still have a problem with that, then I swear that Head Captain Yamamoto will personally examine you himself to see if you are truly fit to be one of the 13 Court Guard Squads."

Renji immediately shook his head in fear and saluted to the Squad 10 lieutenant. Rangiku, with a stern look still on her face, studied Renji's face before giving a satisfying nod and continued walking towards her destination. Renji relaxed as soon as she turned around and stuffed his hands into his pockets before following her again, a scowl returning to his face yet again.

Teal eyes scanned the classroom, studying the behavior of kind-hearted brown-haired teacher and the peers around him. No one particularly caught his eye nor did he find anyone interesting.

'Kido class is so boring...' He sighed as he rested his cheek on his hand, glancing at the teacher that was trying to teach someone how to aim their kido at the target. 'The other students here aren't very bright either...' The teacher caught the extremely bored boy looking at him and called him over with a smile. The white-haired boy nodded and got up from his desk while sighing and rubbing his temples along the way. 'Great... Now, I have to show an amateur how to perform a simple kido spell...'

"Hitsugaya-kun, would you mind teaching Haruhi-chan how to perform a level thirty-one kido?" The brown-haired man asked while introducing the student Toshiro had to 'teach'. A blonde girl with green eyes stood uncomfortably beside the teacher, looking straight at the ground fiddling with her fingers from time to time. Her green eyes would occasionally meet Toshiro's teal ones, but would immediately look away with flushed cheeks. Toshiro looked back at the teacher, mouth open, ready to ask a question, but the teacher immediately cut him off before he even began speaking. "You don't exactly have to teach her how to do it. Just show her."

Without even acknowledging the teacher's order, Toshiro immediately turned his back to the girl to face the target in front of him while hearing the footsteps of his teacher walking away to assist another student. He drew in a deep breath and began chanting the incantation while raising his arms toward the center of the target, concentrating his focus on his spiritual pressure.

"Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws." A condensed sphere of red spiritual pressure formed in front of the boy's palm. The light that was emitted from the sphere was so bright and powerful that everyone in the room had stopped their actions to watch Toshiro perform the kido spell. Unaware of the eyes that watched him with awe, Toshiro yelled, "Hado #31: Shakkaho!" The sphere was released and went straight towards the target, making a perfect bulls-eye.

Toshiro looked at the target with indifference and turned around with closed eyes. "So," Toshiro began, "did you get all of that?"

The sound of someone clapping reached Toshiro's ears and with slight curiosity, he revealed his teal orbs. Haruhi, the girl that couldn't even look Toshiro in the eye, was now looking at him with awe and flushed cheeks as she clapped. The whole class followed suit and now everyone, including the teacher, was clapping for the white-haired boy. Toshiro stood somewhat dumbfounded as he looked at his classmates applauding for him.

"Exactly what you'd expect from Toshiro Hitsugaya."

The applause stopped and all eyes traced back to find the source of the voice. Toshiro turned towards the door to see a busty strawberry-haired woman and a redhead with hair tied in a ponytail. The teacher got up from the back of the room to immediately greet the Soul Reaper lieutenant and the boy next to hear. After exchanging a few words with each other, the brown-haired teacher nodded and motioned to Toshiro to come closer.

Toshiro sighed as he walked up to the trio with irritation evident in his voice, despite him attempting to be polite. "Yes?"

The teacher replied with a smile, "If you would, please go with them, Hitsugaya-kun. I believe they have something to discuss with you." Toshiro nodded and walked out of the room, ignoring the pair that was supposed to escort him. The reheard glared at the boy for his attitude as he was being pushed out of the door by the woman who waved bye to the teacher and followed after Toshiro.

"Yo! What's up, Shiro-chan?" exclaimed the woman as she pulled the white-haired boy into a suffocating hug. The boy struggled to break free from the clingy arms that enveloped around him. While he was on the verge of suffocating to death, Toshiro suddenly recognized this kind of greeting as well as the woman's voice.

"R-Rangiku! Let go!" Toshiro exclaimed as he somehow managed to break free from her. He gasped for air while glaring at Rangiku.

Rangiku stood with her hands on her hips and was pouting for being treated rudely by Toshiro. "Aw… Don't be like that Toshiro."

"Why the hell are you here anyways? I came to the Soul Reaper Academy just because you happened to be right about me leaking spiritual pressure. Are you here to pester me just because you were right?"

"Well, no…" Rangiku said while averting her eyes. 'Damn it! I really REALLY want to pester him, but I can't because I have orders…' Rangiku looked at the redhead beside him and felt a light-bulb go off in her hand. "Oh, Renji, why don't you tell Toshiro why we are here?" Rangiku said while looking at Renji with hopeful, puppy dog eyes.

Renji sweat-dropped upon seeing Rangiku's action and sighed. "Well, you see, the Head Captain wanted to see you."

Toshiro scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest with an attitude, "The Head Captain wants to see me? What nonsense."

"It's true, damn brat!" Renji exploded into Toshiro's face.

Toshiro raised an eyebrow as his lips curved upwards into a smirk. "Oh? Is that so, pineapple?"

As soon as Renji registered that he was called 'pineapple', he grabbed the white-haired boy and carried him by his side. The boy started struggling and protesting to the redhead to release him, but seeing the boy struggle made Renji want to hold him longer. Soon, a smirk formed on his lips. "How's this? Since you won't believe that the Head Captain did summon you, I guess we'll have to take you by force."

"Wh-what? You can't do that!" Toshiro exclaimed and looked towards Rangiku with high hopes.

Rangiku scratched her head, thinking for a bit. "You know, that's not a bad idea."

"RANGIKU!" Toshiro exclaimed as the pair chuckled, flash-stepping away with the struggling white-haired boy.