Hitsugaya stumbled just a little bit, for some reason a little bit unsure of his balance. It felt like everything was off. Where was he? He didn't even remember how he got in this... bedroom? The light beamed through the window, somewhat blinding him as he held up his hand against his eyes, trying to shade his view. Reaching back, he made sure he had his Zanpakuto with him. He wouldn't know what to do if he lost it. His clothes felt constricting around him too, he needed to figure this stuff out. He walked towards the door, reaching down to get the handle, only for it to open.
Reacting quickly, he jumped back, gripping his sword in his right hand, while he lowered his center of gravity, bending down, and landing on one knee, while his other leg was perched to spring him forward, while supporting himself on his other hand, his torso bent to lower the amount of himself exposed to whoever was coming in. "Who's there?" He ordered, almost surprised at the amount of authority he seemed to have, only to be surprised at...
"Oy oy! Chill dude! It's just me!" Ichigo shouted, waving his hands in front of his body, trying to placate Hitsugaya. He really should have expected this, any time he brings a Shinigami home, he always ended up getting attacked... He looked closely at Hitsugya, but something seemed off as he walked up towards him, but he couldn't quite place it.
"Oops, sorry Kurosaki..." Hitsugaya muttered, releasing his sword and getting back up, and looked Kurosaki straight in the eyes. He blinked. Ichigo blinked. They both blinked. And they reacted.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" They both shouted at the same time as they freaked out. Both of them easily unnerved, Ichigo by the whole situation, and Hitsugaya considering he just shot up more than a foot in the span he was unconscious, since he had to look up to Ichigo (physically!!) just this morning.
"You were just shorted than me this morning!" Ichigo shouted.
"I was!" Hitsugaya shouted back, but any further yelling was interrupted at a rip that reached his ears. "Wha-?" He muttered, turning himself around, getting a bearing of himself, looking at every possible corner, finally seeing in a nearby mirror that it was the back of his haori and kimono that had ripped, showing his back through the torn fabric. He paused to get the full view, seeing that his clothes hadn't fared too well. His hakama pants had fared the best, but they came only to his shins now, while his feet had ripped his sandals apart. His broadened chest had forced his jacket open, revealing his firm and toned chest, a pretty decent 6--pack forming, together with a decent pair of pecs. It had gotten pulled out his belt wrapping, which was barely holding on due to his waist thickening as well. The coup de grace was his face, which seemed to have gotten an age up as well, maybe just the same age as Ichigo, if not slightly younger.
Ichigo just stared as well, somewhat getting a full picture of Hitsugaya's changes, somewhat blushing as he realized he had a nearly half-naked young adult in his room. Quickly wanting to fix that, "I think we should take you to see my dad..."
Hitsugaya couldn't agree more, although it was mainly to figure this situation, somewhat blissfully unaware of Ichigo's reason. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea..."
====Main Clinic Room===
Hitsugaya's right eye twitched, somewhat vexed by this whole situation, while Ichigo was blushing even more at the whole situation. As soon as he walked in, he was greeted by the face of none other than his former captain, Isshin Shiba, who apparently was none other than Ichigo's dad. Isshin pounced with joy on Hitsugaya, seeing him awake and getting him in an arm lock while he ruffled his hair furiously, shouting, "OH, you're so grown up now! I remember when you first joined, and how diligent you were in your paperwork! I'm so proud!"
Fortunately for his sanity, he was interrupted by Ichigo kicking him off, a giant tic mark on his forehead. "OY! WHY DOES HE GET THE PRAISE! I JUST GET THE ATTACKS! OOF!" He didn't get to finish as Isshin kicked him back.
"I've known him longer!"
"That's no excuse damn it!!"
Isshin ended the conversation as he cleared his throat, looking at Hitsugaya. "Now, considering you were just the size of a kid this morning, we should probably get all of you checked out. Meaning..." Hitsugaya didn't like the starry look in Isshin eyes as he rubbed his hands together. He remembered that look from his old 10th division days. That look meant trouble. And it did. "STRIP!" Within seconds, Hitsugaya was left in just a really right pair of boxers, a pair that was meant for someone much smaller than him... in more ways then one!
Ichigo turned away, blushing as he saw more of Hitsugaya then he would have preferred. "I'm... gonna see if Karin needs any more help." He said, walking off as fast as he could. Hitsugaya silently begging him to take him away.
Hitsugaya never imagined he'd be stuck in an extremely tight pair of blue boxers (they were a gift from Hiwamari! So sue him!) in front of his old captain. Unfortunately, it also seemed like he had stuffed a baseball in them, much to hi embarrassment as his captain examined him. After a lot of tests, reflex testing, and various other tests, Isshin admitted that he wasn't any closer to figuring this out. "Unfortunately, I'll have to get Urahara's help on this. I don't have any kind of equipment to do anything like blood tests or the like, even less so for someone made of Reishi. Until then, what you want to do is up to you." He said, crossing his arms as he shut his eyes in deep thought, while Hitsugaya bent down to grab his clothes, gripping the nearby table as he felt like a brief heat seize, breaking through his usual cold. Everything seemed just a little bit smaller as he surged just a tiny bit, in height, muscle, and even bulge, okay, that one was a little more than a bit! He blushed as Isshin turned around, "What, did I miss something?"
"Uh... no..."
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