Hello, welcome to be strange first fic.
Disclaimer: -insert something totally (un)original and (un)witty that says that I don't own Bleach in any shape, way, or form-
Warning(s): Probably Major OOCness. And oh, grammatical errors sprinkled everywhere.
Herself
She knows.
She knew from the moment that Aizen-tachiou (old habits are hard to break) impaled the sword in her, that he was no friend of hers. That he's been using her the whole time, and that she was just a puppet. Not even a puppet, since they could be reused. She was a mere pawn in his intricate match of chess.
She knew from the moment that Shiro-chan had fell due to her sake, and Aizen-tachiou's plan, that he was just a liar, working for what he want, whatever the price.
Yet she won't admit. Never in a million years would she declare Aizen-tachiou a traitor. Even she knew that he was just a worthless piece of scum, a bastard, she would still admire him. She knew.
She knows that if she did awake from that so-call illusion (which had been already shattered a million times over), everything would be finished. Gone, simply vanished. Why? Because she worshipped him so much, to the point that he was her life. To put it simply, she was him, she was Aizen Sousuke. To deny him, that would be like denying herself.
And she would never do that. Not for the sake of Izusu-san, nor Matsumoto-chan, not even for Shiro-chan, not even for herself, Hinamori Momo. It would signify that all those time devoted, those hard work, those moments, were merely illusions. Destroyed, as if it never existed. She would never allow herself be erased from history. It would mean that she wasn't even Hinamori Momo, that she was just an empty shell.
That is why she goes on, clinging on fragments of dreams that already transformed into nightmares long ago. She may not ever resume her fukutachiou status (or any other substantial or respectful position), but at least she was there, she still belonged, a insignificant part of Gotei 13.
In a unwittingly way, she knows, at the back of her mind, that it wasn't Aizen that was weaving the web, trapping her, keeping her away from her future. The only one that is creating the trap is herself.
So, I just like to add my voice to every piece of writing that I make. This little strange concept just came to me while I was reading some angst fic. that wasn't even part of the Bleach fandom. Like it just striked me in the middle of nowhere. So this piece of rather strange writing is born.
I don't have any real comments for it, but I do want to try to make Hinamori a bit more character than what she has right now. I believe that every character must have some depth in them, even though the author didn't bother presenting it in the manga/anime. So this is my way of 'clearing' her character. Not that I espeically love her or anything.
But I do like how the way this thing turned out, the emotions just flowed easily out of my fingers and onto the blank document. I hope you've enjoyed this strange writing.
Review if you want. I'd be interested in hearing your comments/thoughts.