Day 24: Intercom, Breakfast

[damned_intercom]

And so the day came, eerily similar to what the Head Doctor had foretold. For once, things didn't seem to be so bright and sunny as they should have been in this perfect Landel's world, and ominous grey clouds lined a stark sky that didn't seem to offer much sunlight

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[whiteychan]

It was not his place to question the general commander. While he agreed with the others and felt that his strike force would be best served making a surgical strike to extract Orihime, Yamamoto's decision was final. When the orders came to return to prepare for full-scale war with Aizen, he could not object. When two other captains arrived to enforce Yamamoto's decision, it was an insult, but one that could wait. He would be sure to lodge a formal complaint regarding how the situation had been handled, once he arrived within the wall of the Seireitei.

He never finished that journey. Something happened. One moment he was passing through the gate to Soul Society, and the next he found himself lying in a strange bed in an unfamiliar room. He had no idea what could have led him here, but one thing was obvious: it couldn't be good. Without hesitation he jumped out of bed and reached behind him for Hyorinmaru, only to find his blade was absent. Understandable...if someone had gone to the trouble to lay him in bed, they wouldn't have left his sword on his back; however, the blade was nowhere to be seen.

Hyorinmaru, he thought, extending his senses to find his companion. Where are you. Nothing. Either someone had masked his blade's reiatsu from him, or his blade was so far away now that he could not sense it. Either way, this was bad. Someone had known enough about shinigami to not only pull him from the gate to soul society and deposit him here, but also enough to make certain that he could not find his blade again, no matter how hard he tried. There was only one person he knew that had that kind of knowledge and the ability to make it happen.

Aizen.

"Aizen!" he shouted, looking around with a fury in his eyes for the traitorous ex-captain. "Where are you?!?"

He was greeted by the door to his cell opening, revealing a slender young nurse with American features and long black hair. "Hi Tommy," she said to him in the horribly patronizing manner most human adults often used towards him when he wandered in the real world. "The doctors have said that you can go have breakfast with the other patients today. Now won't that be a treat?"

Hitsugaya blinked for a moment. Something was decidedly not right here. "Who's Tommy? Where am I?"

The nurse gave a sympathetic smile. "Don't you remember? You're Tommy Winters. Your parents transferred you here just this morning. They wanted to make sure you got the absolutely best care you could get, so that you can get better as soon as possible."

Get better? Something about this wasn't right. Still, going with her was a better option than staying trapped in this small cell. If he could look around the rest of this facility, he might be able to get a better idea of where he was and what Aizen had done to him.

"Ok," he said in a flat and guarded tone. "Take me to breakfast, then." He would find answers, and get back to Rukongai as soon as possible to let them know about this new twist of fate. Were the others on his team here, or had Aizen specifically taken him? His only option at this point was to keep alert.