Sunshine fell into the room of the small taicho through the open doorway, bathing him in warm light. Hitsugaya sat bolt upright from his sleep, the covers falling from his body. His eyes widened from the surprise and shock the dream gave him. Yet despite the fact his mind reeled with those feelings, he found he couldn't remember said dream. That was, except for one thing.

Glancing out through the door he narrowed his eyes. "It's been two years now. The substitute shinigami's regained his powers but Ichimaru hasn't come back." The child taicho returned to staring at the front of the bed. The dream was in fact about that man. Despite the fact the man obviously having problems that would make it so that other people would want to forget him, Toshiro found it hard to forget about him.

"So you had that dream again?" Hyorinmaru spoke up, his voice deep.

"Yeah. I had that dream again. About him. I don't remember what it is about." Two teal eyes closed. "I don't get why I am the one dreaming of him and not Rangiku."

"How do you know that she isn't dreaming of him?" The dragon's voice purred into the back of the small taicho's mind.

"That wasn't what I meant." Two small hands clenched the sheets on either side.

"Then what did you mean?" The questioning pushed forward.

"I guess I'm bothered by the fact Matsumoto doesn't seem to be looking for Gin to come back anymore." The boy continued to glance at the foot of the bed.

"You don't know that either." The dragon pushed further.

"It feels like she's erased every memory of him from the office, her room, her life. It's as if she moved on." The small taicho sighed, glancing outside. "Why's the door open?" This time though he received no answer. He got up to close the door so that he could change, only to find Rangiku popping around the edge.

"Taicho... you've got to learn to close the door at night." The woman's tone wasn't the normal bubbly tone that people expected from her, but what Toshiro considered to be her real personality, a stern motherly type.

"You didn't leave it open?" The boy blinked a couple of times.

"No... if I wanted to peek in, I could have just used the doors that link our chambers together, remember?" Matsumoto smiled at him, but then frowned as he glanced at the ground, rather downcast. "What is the matter taicho?"

"Nothing. I am going to get changed. I expect you to be in the office taking care of your duties." Hitsugaya moved to close the door, only to catch Rangiku's words.

"Ahh. Taicho, be nice." The busty female stated, her face suddenly twisting into a pout.

"Matsumoto!" The small taicho snapped out her family name then slammed the door shut. He walked over to where he kept his uniform and changed into them, tossing his nightwear to the side, letting them hang haphazardly out of the basket he used for keeping his dirty clothing in. He then walked out of the room, his feet slipping into his sandals and he headed to the office.

Upon arriving there, he found his fukutaicho to be missing. He simply moved towards his desk and began working on his paper work. "If she actually did her work, I might have more time to train with you."

"If she did her work, then she would be working even harder for you not to over exert yourself. I prefer spending time relaxing together." The dragon hummed.

"We don't have time for that. I've got to get stronger, otherwise I won't be able to fulfill my duties." Toshiro sorted through the papers, deciding which one had more priority then the others.

"It isn't as if you'll let yourself quit until all of them are done." The dragon commented, his words pushing and pulling. "Plus... I think you would do better and become stronger not through physical training, but mental training."

"Are you saying I should go study and become book smart? I already read a lot of stuff." The boy muttered.

"No. I meant you need to learn to relax, feel free to act your age." Hyorinmaru sighed, feeling his words simply went over the small taicho's head.

Toshiro glanced over at the bookshelf. "I've always wondered how he became a captain despite his overly childish behavior. Then again, it is no wonder he hasn't come back." His two teal eyes tried finding the picture that used to be there, but instead the small taicho's moth twisted into a frown as Matsumoto had long removed the picture.

Getting up, he walked over to her desk, and folded his arms as he was looking at the top. The picture that had been there of her and Gin was in fact missing. "What could she have done with them?" Hitsugaya's voice was strained, almost as if an anxiety was there about what was going on around him. His hand went and reached for her drawer, planning on opening it to see if she stuck the pictures into the top drawer.

"Taicho, what are you doing?" A voice rang from the office doorway, causing his head to snap up, presenting his fukutaicho with a rather guilty look. "You should know better, honestly, that it isn't polite to go digging through other people's things. You hate me going into your treasure drawer."

"I was..." At that, the small taicho glanced away.

"You were what?" Rangiku walked over and carefully removed his small hand from the desk drawer handle.

"What did you do with the pictures?" Toshiro muttered, refusing to look her in the face. He could feel his face flush up slightly.

"I haven't taken any pictures of you lately." Matsumoto sighed. "Look me in the face will you?"

"It isn't those kind of pictures. The ones of..." The small taicho suddenly turned towards her, his eyes wide and filled with a childish innocence. He then glanced at the ground. "You know... of him..."

"You mean... Ichimaru Gin?" Rangiku frowned, her hand letting go of the small child's. "If I choose to get rid of them, is that really any of your business?"

"I guess not..." Hitsugaya let out a sigh, then ducked under her arm to head back to his desk. As he did this, Hisagi Shuhei came into the room and walked over to Matsumoto's desk

"Rangiku... I was wondering if you would want to have dinner with me?" The man stated, which caused Toshiro to suddenly flinch.

"Hisagi... why are you flirting with my fukutaicho?" The small taicho folded his arms.

"Taicho... this is not your business, whether Hisagi Fukutaicho decides to flirt with me, or ask me out on a date." Rangiku sighed, the look in her eyes indicating that her small taicho was in truth frustrating her.

"So?" Hisagi asked, choosing to ignore the glares that the small taicho threw towards the mans back.

"I would love to. I am looking for a change of pace." Matsumoto smiled at the man. "Are you going to do the cooking, or are you simply treating me?"

"It will be a surprise." The man smiled at Rangiku, causing the small taicho to fidget in his seat.

"I told you, Hyranmaru, but she has moved on. I don't like that she's moved on." Toshiro's teal eyes narrowed at the man, just as a hell butterfly came flying through the window.

Matsumoto reached up with her finger, then turned to her small captain. "Taicho... Yamamoto would like to speak with you."

"Hai..." At that, Toshiro stood up and walked out of the room, bumping purposefully into Hisagi on his way out, the older male suddenly glaring at the child taicho for his odd behavior.