Story Summary: Hitsugaya makes a wish on his birthday, that Aizen never existed. When he wakes up, everything is different. He isn't a captain, Matsumoto and Ichimaru are his parents, everyone treats him like a little kid, and Isshin is back. At least he still has Hyorinmaru.
Oh, by the way, I don't own Bleach.
Originally written sometime in early October, 2014, has since been edited in late 2020. No plot changes, just changed some wording and punctuation.
Hitsugaya Toshiro sighed as he looked away from his paperwork and out his office window, where it was snowing gently.
'Another birthday gone by. To think I almost didn't have a birthday this year...' he thought to himself. Of course, he was referring to the Winter War. He had almost not lived. That was just a little less than two months ago.
'Momo's still in critical condition,' Toshiro thought glumly as his head leaned on his hand. His brow scrunched up in anger suddenly and he hit the desk with his fist, causing his ink jar to rattle and tip over.
"It's all that bastard Aizen's fault! If he hadn't gone power crazy, we wouldn't have had that stupid winter war, I wouldn't have stabbed Momo, and she would be going about her life happily instead of lying on a bed unconscious!" he yelled to no one in particular.
The tenth division captain then looked over at the spilt ink, only to see his completed paperwork absorbing it. He let out a growl of frustration, his head hitting the desk, hands gripping his hair.
There was a soft knock on the door and it slid open to reveal Matsumoto's head, a concerned look on her face.
"Are you alright, taicho? I heard you screaming at nothing again," she said as she entered the office, hands behind her back.
"It's nothing, Matsumoto. You don't need to worry about me, you should be worrying about yourself," Hitsugaya replied as he lifted his head and eyed the bags under her eyes.
She blinked a few times before walking over to his desk while saying, "Why shouldn't I worry about you? I'm your lieutenant." Hitsugaya just looked back over at his ruined paperwork and growled.
"Now, I'll have to redo all of the paperwork. This is going to take me all night," he huffed to himself.
"Taicho, why don't you just go to sleep? I can handle the paperwork," Matsumoto insisted.
"No, I'm the captain, and I ruined it. I have to redo it. Just go to bed, Matsumoto," Hitsugaya sighed as he left to grab copies of the ruined paperwork.
When Hitsugaya got back, he saw a card along with a cupcake on his desk with a lit candle, the wax slowly dripping down the candle. He walked over to his desk and set the paperwork down before inspecting the cupcake and card. Toshiro picked up the card and it read:
Happy Birthday, taicho! I hope you have a nice one. Please take time and enjoy yourself on your special day. I bought you a cupcake as a present, so make a wish! I hope it comes true.
Hitsugaya sighed as he set the card down. He looked at the cupcake that was next to it. It was rather simple, just a white cupcake with baby blue frosting.
"I guess it's the thought that counts," Toshiro mumbled. He picked up the cupcake and sat at his desk.
He set it down before staring at it for another minute. He sighed before saying, "Well, it shouldn't go to waste." He looked back over at the card.
"Make a wish..." he whispered. Toshiro turned back to the flame of the candle on the cupcake once again. "I can't believe I'm doing this..."
'I wish… I wish… I wish that... I wish that Aizen Sosuke never existed,' he thought before blowing out the candle. Toshiro sighed again and looked up at the ceiling.
"As if that could ever come true." He looked back down at the cupcake and unwrapped it, looking around to make sure no one was watching. He took a bite of the cupcake and finished it off within a few minutes.
After that, he turned back to the paperwork that he had to redo. After about two hours, his eyelids began to droop and his head felt heavy. Toshiro eventually gave in to the lulling sound of sleep, completely unaware that his wish may actually come true.