Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else.

[lion_plushie]

Characters: Kon, Hitsugaya
When: May 22nd, afternoon
Where: Tenth Division grounds
Rating: PG
Summary: With a little covert assistance, Kon has broken out of the Twelfth's laboratories. But to get back home, he needs to find a shinigami he knows he can trust. Hitsugaya will do just nicely.

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[fearnotdeceit]

Three minutes. He'd been out of the office for all of three minutes before he was accosted. He heard his name called, felt fingers grabbing at his ankle and he reacted before it registered that he knew that voice. He twisted and jumped backward, kidou already gathering in his palm before he saw the flash of orange.

... Orange? Why would Kurosaki... ? He cut himself off, eyes narrowing. It wasn't right: the voice was different, the mannerisms different, and Kurosaki should be in the clutches of the Central 46 now. Adrenaline still running high, he spoke. "What the hell?" Not quite what he was planning on saying, but only an idiot would try assaulting a captain now. Tensions were running high. Hitsugaya himself felt like he was a too-tightly wound string, just waiting to snap.

He stared at what looked like Kurosaki for a moment before it clicked. He'd known that voice -- he'd already made note of it. That damned annoying voice. He'd heard it so many times, in the Living World and over the network. "Kon?"

[lion_plushie]

Well, a question of "What the hell?" wasn't exactly the greeting that Kon had been going for. In fact, it wasn't a greeting at all. But at least Toushirou was talking to him. He got the impression that the little guy didn't talk that much.

Kon peeked up from the ground, not bothering to stand yet, and blissfully unaware of the fact that he'd nearly gotten a kidou fired at him. Angry green eyes, whole face pulled into a deadly little scowl? Yep, this was Toushirou, all right. And he remembered him! He was safe!

"Oh, good you remember me! You have no idea what a relief it is to finally see a friendly face around here!"

Not that Toushirou looked very friendly at the moment. But that was a minor detail, really.

[fearnotdeceit]

The last he knew, Kon had been holed up in the Living World. Hitsugaya couldn't honestly say he was "in the know" when it came to a good many things, but he thought he would have remembered Kon being in Soul Society. The kid was damned loud. He pulled his ankle free and took a couple steps back.

"What are you doing here?" He gestured vaguely. "And get up." Maybe if he was standing up, he wouldn't start grabbing at ankles. He looked a little desperate and that threw red flags up: anyone who looked that desperate usually had a serious problem.

Or they thought they had a serious problem and would annoy anyone they came across with their inane troubles.

[lion_plushie]

Kon bounced to his feet at the order, really for no other reason than that lying on the ground was pretty uncomfortable. It was just that he'd been desperate to make sure that he got Toushirou's attention, and grabbing at ankles seemed like a better alternative than outright tackling

[fearnotdeceit]

"Hitsugaya-taichou." The correction was automatic, snapped amidst Kon's pleas and rambling. It was the first thing Hitsugaya latched onto and the response was so ingrained that he barely registered saying it. There was a moment when he sighed and rolled his eyes skyward as Kon dropped back down to his knees. Hadn't he just told the idiot to get up?

Then what Kon was saying actually caught up to his mind and Hitsugaya stilled. Caught and taken to the labs? Well, hell... Unbidden -- and frankly unwanted -- a wave of empathy decided to choose that moment to crash through him. Hitsugaya grabbed Kon's shoulder, pulled, and half-yanked, half-gestured back toward the Tenth's offices.

"If you don't want that, you need to stop yelling." Prodding Kon again in the shoulder, he hissed, "Get on your feet and get into my office. Call me Toushirou again and I'll call Kurotsuchi myself."