Both males followed the small taicho through the streets of the Seireitei. Truth be told, the aura of the situation contained a weird feeling to it, that possibly couldn't have been helped by the fact that, to Kurosaki Ichigo, Toshiro actually acted strange, to the way he normally acted. The teenager shook his head, getting the feeling that someone was acting his age, and he wasn't thinking of his father.

The white haired boy's eyes, reflected a light and amount of exuberance that Ichigo had never thought he would see personally. The difference from his normal look, lay in the fact that the two teal eyes contained no defiant courage, that asked the world to question and test. Instead, it was almost as if Toshiro had a huge burden lifted off his shoulders.

Even if this would only last a short period of time, it was something that Ichigo in fact did enjoy seeing. Those shingami around them, however, were eying the three of them, their curiosity becoming evident rather quickly. Normally, Hitsugaya Toshiro noticed when this happened, however, his mind seemed to be over looking the whispers, and the pointed fingers.

The small boy approached a small shop, in front of which Ichigo paused and stared at the sign. "Ice-cream? What has gotten into him?"

However, his father gave a tug on his shingami robes, causing his to head into the place. He could see Toshiro going up past the few people, who happened to be there that day, and speaking with the person in charge of the small shop. The man gave the small taicho a smile. "Hitsugaya Taicho, I see you rather rarely any more. Normally your second has to drag you in, and it is usually months at a time, if not a whole year."

"I'm actually supposed to be taking time off. Unohana Taicho ordered it," the small boy stated, as the man shook his head. "I'm surprised that you aren't wearing your haori though. You haven't been seen without it, since your..."

The man though paused, his head having turned towards the door, and his eyes picking up on the other two who had entered the store with the small taicho. The small taicho's face twisted into a grin, from the level of amusement he found in the scenario. Isshin simply raised his hand. "Hello! Long time no see!"

The shingami seller's mouth quivered, his eyes glancing from first Isshin, then at the tenth division taicho, then back again. He then turned to the small taicho. "I am thinking, that this is one of those days."

"It's been a better day, then it has in awhile," the small taicho stated, pulling some coins out.

"He's really alive?" the man stated again, only to have Isshin walk up to him, and begin to pull the man's cheeks.

"If I wasn't really alive, could I do this?" the elder Kurosaki laughed, much to the annoyance of the younger two males with him.

"Taicho!" Hitsugaya let out a snarl, and grabbed a hold of the counter, and swung his knee up, pivoting his body as he did so, so that his knee slammed into Isshin's stomach, causing him to let the ice cream seller's cheeks go.

The man was narrowing his eyes, glaring at Isshin, as he picked up one of the glassware from the shop, and began to clean it out. "Well, now I at least know things are normal. Isshin is still a pain in the neck, and Hitsugaya taicho isn't going mental."

"I'm just taking a mental break, like Unohana Taicho told me to do," came the small taicho's response, as Ichigo walked over. The man raised his eyebrow, making the orange haired teen feel uncomfortable.

Before Hitsugaya could answer, Ichigo quickly covered his mouth. "I suggest simply letting you know who explain what is going on, as he's got a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people."

As the teenager pulled the small taicho away, the man suddenly showed concern. "I haven't seen Hitsugaya Taicho ever let anyone treat him that way."

"Yeah... well, there's a small... maybe long story about that," Isshin's voice was strained, as scratched his head, realizing that what he was going to say, would sound crazy to most people.

Ichigo, on the other hand, took his fist, and thumped it hard on top of the head of white hair. "What has gotten into you? You're hyper."

Suddenly, Toshiro's face twisted into a scowl and his eyebrow popped up. "Nothing's gotten into me Kurosaki. "

"You said that this was important Toshiro," the teenager grumbled, waiting for an explanation of what was going on.

"This place is important," the small boy stated, as Isshin came over with three dishes of ice cream. "I really don't understand why you think I'm acting weird either."

The dishes were set down with a clink, and Isshin leaned over and whispered sharply into Ichigo's ear. "Let him be this way for as long as he wants to today. He normally doesn't get the chance to act like a child. He'll be back to normal tomorrow, and likely hitting the paperwork hard. Let him be as stress-less as possible."

Ichigo took the spoon from the bowl of ice-cream, that his father pushed in front of him , and moodily began to eat. Toshiro was also enjoying himself, swinging his legs back and forth, while for once, the older Kurosaki, had a serious look on his face.

Again, the orange haired teen couldn't help but watch as people around them, stopped and stared, beginning to whisper things around them. It was rather uncomfortable, not knowing what they were talking about. Then again, this was the first time in soul society without fighting someone or something set on the end of the world happening. The aura was over relaxing.

More people kept coming and gawking, without leaving, until he finally had enough. "Who are all these people."

"People from my division," Toshiro stated softly, continuing to enjoy his treat, not paying attention to those watching them.

"Yes. This was always a popular place for us," Isshin gave the two a smile. He then got a serious look on his face. "You really came here, because of work."

This caused two teal eyes to pop up. "I'm not here for work, don't even joke about it."

"Yet you were sneaky, by coming to this particular place. I mean, this means you'll have less people in the division to tell tomorrow."

"What kind of logic..." However, Toshiro's mouth dropped, a few things passing through his mind. His head then hit the table, and he let out a groan.

"Dad... I think he's back to normal," Ichigo stated, shaking his head.