My first fanfic, so obviously, any reviews would be great, critics welcome as well, but total random flames will be ignored! I actually finished writing this on New Year's day, and had to proof read it whilst with a nasty migraine... :) If you spot any grammatical errors message and/or leave a review, I'll rectify it ASAP!

I'm a sucker for HitsuHina, so I threw that in! Not much though, a bit fluffy if you know what I mean ^_^

Basically, my summary sucked so here it is again, just slightly better explained:

The last few months had taken their toll on the Gotegi 13, but most profoundly scarred was Hitsugaya. His young age had left him easily impressionable, and the emotion pain he had endured was too much, first Kusaka, his closest friend from his academy days, then the Winter War, seeing his comrades being cut down in front of his eyes. But the final showdown with Aizen had finally done it, somehow managing to defeat him, but in the process injuring himself heavily. Confined to a room in the 4th barracks, he sank deeper and deeper into depression, which worsened after his release. Fellow captains noticed the change but could't help him, nor could his friends... Apart from one...

The Light in Your Eyes

It was a late winters evening in Seireitei. Darkness loomed over the ominous skies. The streets lay deserted for most shinigami wanted to avoid the treacherous weather. Except one.

A lone figure could be vaguely made out in the mist and heavy rain sitting on the exposed steps of the tenth division barracks. In contrast to most, Hitsugaya Tōshirō found the coldness welcoming, somewhat soothing so to speak. Droplets ran down his fine white locks, dripping slowly onto his crestfallen face, his haori and hakama weighing him down as the torrential downpour soaked through. But nothing made him feel more alive, his mind could wind down, have some much needed alone time.

The past few months had almost killed him. First, his closest friend Kusaka, and now the winter war.

'Well, at least it's all over now....'

He still had nightmares about his emotional final encounter with Kusaka. The constant dull stabbing pain in his abdomen reminded him of the showdown against Sōsuke Aizen.

'... but why do I feel that I'm missing something? Has a part of me died?'

The sound of thunder rumbled over Seireitei, lightning flashing brightly in the distance. Hitsugaya was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the presence of the once familiar face belonging to Hinamori Momo.

'He needs me; he's so... lost...'

She hadn't talked to him or seen him since the Winter Warm it almost felt like she had lost a part of herself.

'Should I? He was always there for me... I guess I should be there for him...'

Hinamori quietly shuffled over to the steps and sat next to Hitsugaya. The rain began to run down her beautiful silky hair, before slowly rolling down her smooth cheeks. The droplets began to soak into her hakama, some occasionally bouncing off her lieutenant's badge. He didn't even notice her sitting down, before lifting his head out his arms when he heard Hinamori's soft and gentle voice.

'Hey Shiro-chan...' she began unsurely, fearing that she had intruded on his privacy.

Hitsugaya was too broken to take light hearted offence to the use of 'Shiro-chan'.

'Hey Momo' he replied in a monotone, emotionless croak.

He gazed straight ahead, simply lost in his thoughts, in his anguish and pain. Hinamori turned her head slightly to the left to look at his face. His usually bright emerald eyes looked like grey pebbles. The past months had taken their toll.

They had finally killed the light in his eyes.