The lost little archivist
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Hidehiro held tightly at his soft toy as he wondered in the streets of Seireitei. For some reason he had gotten separated from his nanny, Kero-san, and knew that sooner or later people would start to look his where abouts.
It would take hours though. He was not as important as his cousin was, no matter how old he was, so one little Kuchiki like himself was not always sought out, especially when everyone seemed to think he had gone hiding to someone’s library again.
This time there was no library, there was only a street, dusty and empty and the little five year old boy did not know where he was.
He knew enough to read by his age, but there were no signs nor stores that he could go to and find someone to help.
Having a tighter hold on to Panda-san Hidehiro walked absent mindly until he reached large gates. The large traditional number signing the front gate to one of the divisions in the Gotei made the small boy wonder if he should enter there.
Turning the toy in his hands he looked at it. “What do you think Panda-san, should we go in and ask if they can help us home?”
