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Disclaimer II: Nor do I own hitsuhina fanfics THE STORM & RESOLUTIONS by Cynchick.
Warning: Must Read Cynchick's Fanfic The STORM first, then RESOLUTIONS second- before you read mine. M for mature, sexual content.
A/N: You have to read those following stories in that order before you start with mine. This is my first fanfiction. I was very much inspired to write one after reading Cynchick's hitsuhina fanfics; my favorite pairing. Please review.
WATASHI NO KOKORO (My Heart)
Chapter 1
Continuance
10th division Lieutenant Rangiku Matsumoto woke up late in a warm afternoon, with a heavy head. A sure sign that she will soon be nursing an alcohol-induced headache. She groaned, I've lived through worse. What she won't be able to live through for today, however, is when her captain realizes that she has not shown up at her desk to do paperwork. She looked up at the ceiling preoccupied in her thoughts:
Ugh, who works on a Sunday anyway? Oh right, her 'oh so diligent' captain does. Every god-awful weekend. Either with training or these damned paperwork. He's so desperate to have these 'productive distractions' that he would offer to do other divisions' paperwork that it just drives Rangiku mad.
He hasn't been really forcing her to do work, but sometimes it just makes Rangiku feel a teensy bit guilty that her captain drowns himself with work while she drowns herself in sake. So she makes an effort. And it's been getting worse the last 3 years...ever since... sigh, I know; it's the only way he can cope. I love you Hina-chan but for whatever reason you shut my dear captain out, it's making everyone in the 10th division suffer. I hope it won't be too late once you two realize that something like this can be easily mended –and speaking of late, it's now much later in the afternoon and her captain hasn't even done as much as checked up on her!
She carefully sat up and focused on her taicho's reiatsu...
Well, it's there and it feels like he's in a good mood, which is very surprising. It made her very curious. But at the same time she didn't want to show up to inquire about it in her current hung-over state –which he always frowns upon. So why make him in a bad mood when I can just go back to sleep undisturbed? Besides, I need my beauty sleep...
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Four rooms down from Matsumoto's bedroom.
"Shiro-chan stop! I can put it on myself–" as a fit of giggles overtook Hinamori Momo, surprised by an onslaught of tickles.
"I thought I told you not to call me that...Bed-wetter." Hitsugaya said, holding her foot hostage. He seriously offered to put on the warajis earlier but couldn't resist the open invitation to tickle her when she used the playful nickname.
"–okay..stop! Toushiro, I beg you." She breathlessly plead, in between pants from the excess of giggles.
She sat up straight on the bed giving in to his request to put on the sandals. He became serious as he held her left foot and was studying it closely this time; a furrow on his brow suddenly imminent.
She blushed, feeling self-conscious and tried to pull her leg back but to no avail. "You ran all the way here without your warajis?...Baka Momo." To her surprise he kissed her bruised toe that she unnoticeably stubbed last night from running barefoot and he kissed the other one too, before putting on the socks and sandals.
He always worries about me. She thought as she smiled and reached her hand to his face. He kissed her palm.
"Thank you, Shiro-cha... ah –Toushiro." Hinamori said. Not sure of what to call him since both seemed to sound right. Also, still in awe that Toushiro's old uniform from 3 years ago fitted her perfectly, as he offered it for her to wear after she got out the shower.
"You're welcome. And consider yourself lucky that I still kept my old warajis or I wouldn't have mind giving you a piggy-back all over town." He smirked. Greatly amused at the idea that he is much taller and bigger than her. He stood and helped her up, leaning down to gently cup her face and give her a soft kiss on the lips. He smiled and looked into those beautiful brown eyes, still disbelieving of the dream-like quality of what just happened between them and what it will entail. Toushiro is thanking his renowned self-control for the somewhat calm facade he is giving off, for in the inside he is euphoric.
Hinamori is also on the same cloud. Still trying to take in the fact that he has indeed grown, his voice has always been deep and comforting to her but in addition it now matured into this velvety bass, so powerful and...male. And to have this gorgeous man as her lover...she blushed as random thoughts and visual flashes of skin-on-skin contact, and the wanton sounds that transpired between them the night before and this morning, took over her senses. Hitsugaya catching the pink tint before she tried to hide it.
"What?" he asked.
She smiled shyly, taking both his hands and with fingers now entwined –she changed the subject.
"Ano...we better get going Toushiro before the sun starts to set and we're already late as it is. Ah...look your warajis fit me perfectly!" He chuckled while she tested them, as if he'd given her stilts.
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Hitsugaya watched her as she flitted through the street vendors and the variety of stores that lined up the town. "Come and look at this, hurry Shiro-chan!" Like when they were children back in Rukongai. Only this time, he can buy her anything she thinks that is 'kawaii.'
He sighed at the nickname, "Oi Hinamori, not in public with that."
She laughed and gestured with a silent "oops". Hinamori insisted on paying for her own purchases but to no avail, he even carried them too –much to her dismay. In addition, to both their surprise they saw quite a few other shinagami also taking advantage of the weekend like captain Kenpachi and his lieutenant Yachiru in one of the candy store, Captain Kyoraku and Captain Ukitake strolling lazily along the streets absorbed in one of their deep conversations. It just comes to show that Hinamori and Hitsugaya haven't taken a day off in a awhile and took note that they often should.
Momo's long hair is down at the moment –much to his liking, the wind making the soft curls at the ends sway hypnotically making him want to touch it. She has grown too, in all the right places as he took notice. Her womanly figure now much more emphasized as memories of their love-making came into play. She giggled at something the vendor said and her cheeks are flushed from all the excitement. Hitsugaya just stood there and watched...
My Hinamori. He mildly shook his head and smiled to himself. Thanking last night's storm (not quite sure if he had something to do with it) again for bringing her back after all these years. But there were some reservations that left him feeling insecure this morning; that drastic change in her demeanor when she took something he said the wrong way. What was she thinking that made her pull away? What did I say?
The sun was already starting to set, and he stopped to look in that direction. Hinamori took advantage of his preoccupation and bought some fruits and snacks in a nearby vendor. Then holding his free hand (the one free from bags of Hinamori's kawaii stuff), they shunpo'ed to the 10th Division rooftop and sat quietly to watch their favorite time of day, Hinamori feeding Hitsugaya chopped watermelon and such as she leaned next to him. They watched silently until the stars appeared...or until his fukutaicho found them.
"Hina-chaaan is that you? Oi, taaaichooo you didn't tell me you guys are talking now–" Matsumoto crooned.
"Apparently we are Matsumoto, and shouldn't you be drinking with Hisagi or something?" He said, sounding almost bored and annoyed at the same time.
"Hello Rangiku-san!" Chirped Momo, thanking the night for hiding her blush because if Rangiku knew all hell will break loose!
"Hai taicho, thank you for the day off by the way! And Hina-chan...we have alot to talk about, ne?" Rangiku wiggled her eyebrows but had to take advantage of her captain's good mood. She had already planned to meet up with Renji and Hisagi. "Well, I'll see you two later. Ja!"
"Oi, Matsumoto. Tomorrow isn't a day off so don't overdo it." He corrected as his fukutaicho sauntered off...
Then it got awkward. "Ano...Hitsug-Toushiro-kun...speaking of work tomorrow, I think it's time for me to go home too." Why does it feel awkward after all that we have just shared? Hinamori asked herself, blushing profusely.
"Is it okay if I walk you home, Momo?" Hitsugaya offered, making sure to give Matsumoto some extra work in the morning for killing the moment.
"Hai Toushiro, of course." She smiled.
His heart fluttering as his name left her lips, like how she said it last night... Hitsugaya sighed, ridding himself of such thoughts that stirred something deep inside him something that feels almost...animalistic. She must be tired, and she needs to rest.
While I need a cold shower.
Standing up while holding hands, they jumped off the roof and landed agilely on the ground. Without letting go they walked leisurely to her division quarters, all awkwardness gone. Talking about things that happened at work during the time they weren't on speaking terms-asking him what's his take on things and vice versa –avoiding any Aizen-related issues. Hinamori looking through her bags of stuff that Hitsugaya bought her and squealing "kawaii" everytime she pulls out a different trinket, thanking him all the while. Then they talked a little about the old days while they were growing up and laughed, but for the most part they just walked along in companionable silence. Marveling at the moment that they have each other again.
Still holding his hand she looked up to meet his eyes, "We're here, Toshiro." A little sad that the day had to end, but extremely content at the overall outcome.
"I know that, baka." His lips quirked but it never reached his eyes. Something was bothering him she noticed, as he followed her through the third floor of the 5th division building where her room is located. Stopping when they reached her door.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" He couldn't contain the insecurity in the question. Reluctantly not wanting to let her go just yet because it always feels like she'll slip right through his grasp.
Hinamori got on the tip of her toes, crossed her arms behind his neck and looked into the turquoise eyes, "Thank you for taking the day off with me today and yes, I will see you tomorrow." She whispered, giving him a big reasurring smile.
He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her peachy lips and started to pull away. That made her pout, "Mou Shiro-chan..." as she moved her hands into his hair pushing his head back down for a much deeper kiss.
Hitsugaya had to use the wall behind her for support as he gently pushed her against it, coaxing her chin with his thumb to open her mouth a little more, groaning as his tongue mingled with hers. His hands making sure that this moment is real, making sure that what happened last night and that morning wasn't a dream.
With a vague sense of desperation, his hands roved over her clothed body wanting to get more familiar. Slightly lifting her, his hands roamed the back of her thighs and her derriere. Then up to her chest, cupping her breasts. Hinamori softly whimpered.
"Toushiro..."
His lips moved to the area just under her ear, trailing kisses all the way down her collarbone. Pinning her more against the wall with the pressure of both his hands and lips unto her body. Hinamori grabbed the front of his haori at the same time that he returned his lips to her mouth.
Hitsugaya, known for his self- control, knows that he's about to lose it. So he stopped and looked into her hazy chestnut brown eyes mirroring his own need,
"Let me in, Momo."
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Momo awoke to his fingers lightly tracing invisible lines on her back, sighing because it felt delightful.
She was splayed on top of him, her head on his chest listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart. My heart. She secretly concluded with a smile, slowly raising her head to meet his now dark green eyes.
"Hi," she whispered the usual greeting shyly, reaching to touch his face.
He chuckled. "Hi...did you sleep well?" As he tucked her hair behind her ear.
"You think?" She smiled lazily and moved up to rest her head next to his, their noses inches apart. "Thank you for staying the night. You always had a way of getting rid of my bad dreams, Shiro-chan."
She vaguely remember how they both got in her bedroom last night, blushing at how wantonly she must have acted.
Hitsugaya was about to correct her use of the nickname when –**DING***DING***
"Kiyaaa! I'm late! Damn... I forgot to set my alarm to an earlier time–"
"Where are you going it's only 6:30 in the morning?" He asked as he watched her stumble to the bathroom clutching on to a bedsheet that's still wrapped around her. He's trying to hold in a smile as he bears witness to how Hinamori always seem to be in a rush all her life, and why she barely makes it in time for meetings.
Biting her bottom lip she's presently concentrating on trying to tame her long black hair to fit in that green bun. And after awhile is finally content with it as she stares at the mirror with a few tendrils escaping unseen from the back.
"Hinamori, you're going to answer me or do I have to repeat myself?" He asked annoyed as she was already fully dressed, fixing Tobiume to her hip.
"I am to meet with Kira to train. I was suppose to meet him an hour ago. Damn... I'm so sorry but I have to go Shiro-chan." With that she jumped off from her third floor balcony, not bothering to use the door. Thud. Hiss. "Ah..Ittai.."
Hitsugaya flashed stepped to look over the balcony to see if she was okay, but was too late as Hinamori have already disappeared.
"Tch. Clumsy Momo."
He came back in the room and focused on her reiatsu to make sure she's not really hurt, he sensed that she was fine and there's even that hint of anticipation as she heads over to train with Kira. His smile earlier pretty much disappeared, and a well-placed scowl took over his face which is normal if anyone was to describe the overall demeanor of the 10th Division Hitsugaya Taicho.
"Kira. Huh." He snorted as he got dressed to head over his division.
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A/N: I know, lots of errors but please review. I'm updating soon.
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...WATASHI NO KOKORO (My Heart)
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Chapter 2
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A bad case of the 'Mondays'.
How did all this work pile up? Hinamori thought, quickly glancing at the three stacks of reports in front of her that she has to finish by today. Sigh...the extensive training she had this morning with Kira already ensured for an exhausting day. She also had to be in and out of her desk as her division needed her assistance with the daily training, on what supplies to order, division promotions, et cetera. Narrowing her eyes, she eyed the now empty desk that's located across the room from her.They need to find a new captain. Soon.
Meanwhile at the 10th Division...
Where the hell is Matsumoto? Not only is the paperwork endless but the constant flow of interruptions from other divisions for his assistance (mostly due to his knowledge of the evolved arrancars from his recent visit in the real world) will not have him see the bottom of it any time soon. And a constantly missing fukutaicho isn't helping either; causing that vein on his head to appear.
Sensing a need of reprieve when he finally saw Matsumoto take a seat in her desk and picked up a report, he decided to go to the dining hall. Feeling lighter knowing that Hinamori is most likely going to be there at this time –eating lunch with her division or sitting with her friends, as her routine goes. The sole reason why he would trade in the peaceful solitude of eating lunch in his office on some days.
It was during that time when she avoided him that he would just 'watch' her from afar to see how she's doing. A smug smirk formed on his lips as he reminded himself that he doesn't have to do that anymore and that they are now 'waay' past being just mere friends. Absorbed in his thoughts, Hitsugaya was oblivious to the surprised stares from other nearby shinigami who happen to witness the young captain smile.
He got a bowl of food and sat down on his usual seat , focusing on a particular reiatsu's proximity while he ate. She's not moving. Members of her division has been seen entering and leaving the hall, meanwhile their fukutaicho is no where to be seen. Lunch time is almost over and he looked around at this point and come to think of it...Kira didn't show up either. Reminding him of the last time he saw Hinamori.
How long do they train anyway?
The temperature dropped but not enough to be noticed. He inadvertently slammed his fist on the table as he stood up causing some stares that he couldn't care less about as he strode out the hall. He had decided to go towards the 5th division when his 7th seat, Kōkichirō Takezoe, alerted him of an emergent matter. A fight broke out between his subordinates, and since Matsumoto fukutaicho couldn't be found... Hitsugaya silently sighed looking almost bored but a slight deepening of the scowl can be detected.
"Very well, Takezoe. You are dismissed." As he turned the opposite way.
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Back at the 5th division...
Hinamori was just so extrememly busy that she ate lunch in the office, not even tasting what she's eating. She even missed Matsumoto's visit twice as indicated by the notes she left on the door. Hinamori was actually looking forward to seeing her good friend despite her inescapable onslaught of teasing and questioning.
She also realized that work got backed up because she took yesterday off. Finally raising her head from her desk, she looked out the window and yet sighed again; only this time it was because she remembered why she took the day off. A blush creeping up her cheeks as she closed her eyes and smiled.
"Shiro-chan..."
Her reverie was suddenly cut short when a knock was heard at the office door for the sixth time today. She didn't bother to say 'come in' but instead responded with, "I'm on my way." Opened the door and followed her 3rd seat officer to whatever it is now that they need assistance on...
It was almost midnight when Hinamori got out the shower and slipped directly into her bed. Deeply sighing as she curled underneath the soft sheets with her eyes already closed. "Hmmmm...I can still smell him..." Hinamori languidly smiled as she buried her nose on the pillow then drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
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Yoshi! Hinamori patted herself on the back for finally getting caught up with work today, skipping the training session with Kira this morning to get a head start.
Butterflies now fluttering in her stomach while she heads toward the 10th division bringing along three bento boxes she prepared. She flash stepped to get there, and skipped like a 5-year-old on the last few remaining steps towards Hitsugaya's office. She could sense a bustle of reiatsu behind the door as she knocked and without waiting for an invitation, opened the door and poked her head in.
He was seated in his desk,with his arms crossed, in the middle of debriefing 2 of his officers whose heads were bowed.
Meanwhile Matsumoto was leaning on her desk looking at a report (on an entirely different track) that had her lips into an exhagerrated pout, "Taichooo...I could have sworn I made the deadline for this–"
"Hina-chan! Is that you?" Matsumoto squealed, paper in hand forgotten and coming towards Hinamori now.
"I'm so sorry for interrupting, but I'll come back later." Hinamori sheepishly apologized letting herself in while holding the bento boxes and looked at the both of them. "I just came to drop off your lunches Hitsugaya-kun, Rangiku-san. I'll be off now–"
"Hinamori I see you brought three. I wouldn't mind joining you for lunch."
"And Hina-chan we need to catch up on things! Can you please stay? We'll talk while taicho here is finishing up." Matsumoto insisted, already patting the spot next to her on the couch.
"In that case, hai, I'd love to!" She smiled brightly, all shyness gone and started towards the other fukutaicho who was giddily observing Hinamori and her taicho's interaction.
"So what did you make me for lunch Hina-chan?"...
While the girls were talking in the background, Hitsugaya was having a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. He was speechless the minute he saw her face peek in, cheeks flushed, and with that innocent childish smile that he secretly adored. The officers were now relaying a report of some importance, and for the life of Hitsugaya's impeccable eidetic memory–he couldn't repeat what was just said a minute ago if someone asked him to. The hell with it...
He grabbed the pen to detract his aroused senses looking at it while he tried to listen to the men. He then cleared his dry throat and breathed in, which was a mistake because now he can smell Hinamori's sweet scent, driving him more to distraction. At the same time Matsumoto said something that made Momo laugh out loud. That musical sound...
Hitsugaya clumsily dropped the pen. And resorted back to crossing his arms in front of his chest, trying to emanate power.
One of the officer droned on and Hitsugaya patiently waited until there was a break between sentences and interrupted by clearing his throat again.
"I'm sorry that this has to be cut short, but I will conduct a thorough investigation of the matter. Please expect a request of your assistance from me in the future." In the vaguest, most general terms he can come up with. In other words: I'll get back to you but for now, get out.
"Hai. Hitsugaya-taicho!" Both men saluted and took their leave. ...
"Oi, Hina-chan thank you for lunch it was deeelicious," Matsumoto beamed, in a rush to leave. "I gotta go and meet up with Kira and Shuhei. Oh, and I'll have tea sent up for you two." And with a wink, Matsumoto was gone.
Hinamori just whispered, "Bye Rangiku-San..." As her eyes slightly downcast, shadowed by her bangs. He was there in an instant almost kneeling next to the couch, trying to make eye contact but she kept her head down.
Foreheads now touching, he asked, "Oi, Momo what's wrong?"
"You think she knows?"
"Knows what?"
"That..you know...uhm...that you know...we did it?" She asked sheepishly now looking at him, cheeks red. Her eyes never looked so concerned.
And so what if she does? He was about to scoff, but the look on her face told him to say something else otherwise.
"It's just that I dont think I won't be able to take the teasing, or that...the gossip...eto..." She was at a total loss for words.
"I'll make sure she doesn't tell anyone if she does. Besides, she won't know for sure until we both admit to it." And with that she sobered up immensely and sat up straight, smiling.
She cradled his face in her little hands and kissed him. "They don't call my Shiro-chan a genius for nothing."
He really doesn't mind the nickname as much. Well unless if it comes with a kiss.
Sitting on the floor, he grabbed her off the couch as his back leaned against it and placed her on his lap. They just stared at each other for about five minutes–just looking. Memorizing each other's faces. She would sometimes break the moment with a kiss on his forehead, a kiss on the nose, a kiss on the cheek. Although Tuoshiro slightly broke the embrace to meet her eyes.
"I have a proposition, Hinamori."
"So serious Shiro-chan." She put an index finger on that almost permanent crease in between his brows. Trying to smooth it out.
"Tch. Because I am, baka." He scowled. Searching for the right words to say, he focused on her pink bottom lip resisting the urge to kiss it.
"I want us to make an effort...no matter what...to see each other everyday." He looked at her now, to see what reaction he'll get. But she just tilted her head to the side, curious at what else he had to say.
"...It's just that all this extra precaution and anticipation for Aizen's return...That I can't help but feel that we don't have enough time. That what we have right now...this...is like the quiet before a storm. You said you needed me Momo. And I need you... here with me. I want to always know that you are safe."
Hinamori could tell that it took a whole lot for him to say all this. His words were so poignant. "Agreed. Hai, Shiro-chan." Hugging him again.
"Eh...? No! What are you doing?" He easily undid the bun on her head letting her long, wavy hair down. She's now trying to reach for the haircloth as he dangled it over her head.
"You know I've hated this thing for as long as I've known you, Momo. I'll give it back if only you start calling me Hitsugaya-taicho."
"In your dreams. Now give me it, Shiro-chan!" Their teasing was interrupted by a knock, it was the tea that Matsumoto requested. Taking advantage of the distraction she reached up and caught the haircloth. Toushiro gave her a look that said this isn't over yet while he got up and opened the door. Momo sticking her tongue out at him in response.
He then picked up the two remaining bento boxes, and gestured towards his outdoor garden. "After you, Bed-wetter..."
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A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read this. Please review. Will update soon...
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A/N: You know why there isn't that many M-rated Hitsuhina fanfics out there? It's because it's so damn hard to write! But regardless, here's my attempt. Please review.
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Chapter 3
Irrevocable
It was a lazy sunny afternoon in Sereitei. Lower-seated Shinigami on guard duties were leaning on the walls snoring. Some captains leisurely strolled around to try and catch their subordinates dozing off, a favorite past time. Others were meeting with friends, sitting under sakura trees looking at the blossoms, laughing, drinking sake (Matsumoto could be heard toasting to her "taicho's good mood"), and some merely catching up on lost sleep. Taking respite from all the training and the anticipation that has become quite stressful.
All was quiet...Unless if someone was to head over the 5th division fukutaicho's office and somehow manage to break the captain-level kidou barrier placed around the room...
The two reiatsu within the room is imperceptible, and it's going to remain that way for the rest of the day.
Inside the office, the soft sound of lips brushing against each other could be heard. Hinamori is propped up on a bookcase ledge behind her desk making its height perfect for her to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands buried in her long loose hair.
"Momo..."
Both are still partially clothed. His white haori already on the floor, hakama still intact while his kosode fully opened on the front revealing the most beautiful male torso that Hinamori has ever seen. She counted the defined muscles on his abdomen.
He has 12... Is this guy for real? Does he have any idea how perfect he is? She dreamily sighed.
Her robe is also unfastened, baring her left shoulder–her nipple peeking enough to tease. Momo ran her hands over his chest, tracing that scar again with her fingers, kissing it. He moved his hands over her shoulders sliding the black robe down to her waist. Her chest now fully exposed. His mouth traveled down her throat, then cupped her breasts while he sucked on her nipples.
"...Toushiro..."
She bit her lower lip as she curled her fingers in his soft white hair. Her head tilting up against the bookshelf; eyes closed.
"No one can hear us, Momo." He huskily breathed into her ear, giving reign to her unstifled cries.
The last shred of control slipped as he unfastened her hakama and pulled it off from under her. With both hands, he held her small waist, guided her legs to wrap around his hips and eased into her. He groaned. She gasped from the pleasure.
She felt utterly complete. Here in his strong arms, he's always been my constant, my life. This is where I belong. Tears of joy pouring down her cheek as she just leaned her head back and gave in.
Meanwhile Hitsugaya had to stand still for a moment holding on to the bookshelf behind her for support.
It never fails, I always seem to lose it around her. He thought, remembering how he had to have her –right there. Not even needing a comfortable place, just an instant spur of the moment. And it's still an unfamiliar feeling, even if they have been like this three times before. The pleasure so staggeringly intense...
Foreheads now touching, Hinamori watched him while he concentrated to regain his control. His eyes are closed and he looked almost calm except that he was biting his bottom lip and for that slight twitching of his brows. Toushiro slowly opened his eyes, now a darker shade of green– bearing a pained look.
"Are you okay, Shiro-chan?" She whispered, gently brushing aside that white lock of hair and the beads of perspiration off his forehead.
He couldn't help but smile at the question. "Yes, I'm fine. Ah... I'm more than just fine. I'm here...with you."
She kissed him then, wrapping her arms around his neck. Both moaning as he entered her deeper. He started thrusting slow, steadying the pace for as long as he can. But Hinamori's moans and cries of pleasure is making him go faster...and harder.
Hinamori clutched him tightly feeling the imminent release about to overcome her body... Hitsugaya wasn't far behind as he thrusted deeper and faster until he, too, climaxed biting her shoulder in the process, for sure to leave a mark.
At the same time there was a soft blast of his reiatsu fluttering her hair from the nape. Like a cool refreshing breeze during summer months, it felt like the first touch of snow... a fitting end to their fiery exchange of passion.
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A/N: This is an immediate update after the last chapter. It's the same day, just different time of day.
WATASHI NO KOKORO (My Heart)
Chapter 4
A few hours later Hinamori is soaking in her bath tub with the bathroom door open, "Shiro-chan, I'm hungry. Let's go get dinner."
"I'll meet you in the dining hall in 30 minutes, I need to clean up as well." He entered the bathroom to give her a lingering kiss. She grabbed the front of his haori, almost wetting it with bath water.
"Mou...take a bath here Toushiro."
"Baka, I don't have extra clothes. And we won't be able to fit –though I'll reconsider when we're at my house." He winked. Leaning down again to kiss the mark he left on her shoulder (she didn't want to hear him apologize for it) then chucked her chin before leaving.
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Hitsugaya got to the dining hall ten minutes early but already saw Hinamori (with her hair down) there in the far corner of the hall, absorbed in a conversation with Kira.
Great.
One of her division members was coming up from behind and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to address the interruption, unaware that Kira started to hold a lock of her hair and feeling it in between his fingers. The forlorn look on his face was immediately replaced with a forced smile when she turned back around. Hitsugaya almost had to roll his eyes at the scene. The girl is clueless. And if Kira touches her again...
"Ahhh...where were we Kira-kun? Oh, yes about tomorro– Hitsugaya-kun! Finally you're here, I'm starving!"
"Baka. You didn't have to wait for me to start eating." He said while eyeing Izuru who just nodded.
"Hitsugaya-taicho." Kira respectfully acknowledged, then turned to Momo. "Ill catch you later Hinamori-kun."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Kira-san." Hitsugaya's scowl deepened and stayed intact after they got their food and sat at the table where Matsumoto, Renji and Rukia where seated. And even after they were all done eating. He looked bored.
"Ooooo Hina-chan! Your hair is so pretty down like that." Matsumoto beamed. Rukia started to play with it, attempting to braid the silky tresses.
"Thank you Rangiku-san. But I didn't mean to leave it down though, I just got lazy." She shrugged.
"Dont get lazy, it's stupid." Hitsugaya snorted. His only contribution to the conversation.
Everyone at the table looked at the white-haired captain. He now started to feel awkward, and foolish.
"Everyone. I'll see you around. Goodnight. And Matsumoto, don't be late tomorrow." As he got up and headed towards his division to do some paperwork.
"Goodnight. Hitsugaya-taicho." Renji and Rukia said at the same time.
"Oi, Hina-chan what's up with him?" Matsumoto asked, indicating with her thumb at her taicho's back.
"I have no idea."
His cold attitude bothered Hinamori so much that she couldn't sleep well that night. He doesn't like it when I leave my hair down? I thought he hated the haircloth. Ugh. I'm so confused.
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It felt like she slept for 2 minutes before her alarm clock went off. Training with Kira. Ugh. She groaned.
Hinamori got ready in good time, even had enough time to sit and meditate with Tobiume. Finding the strength within to carry on with her rigorous training. A promise she made to herself when she first realize Aizen's betrayal; the resolve to become stronger.
And I will be.
With that, she headed towards where her and Kira train. Somewhere far, far away from the outskirts of Sereitei.
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"Taicho, why can't I take my break?" Matsumoto whined.
"Because you just took one." He said, without looking up from signing his reports.
"You know, if everyone knows that Hinamori is officially your girlfriend then maybe the other men wouldn't bother her as much. They think you two are just really close...like best friends."
His pen stopped for a second, and then just continued writing.
A mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes. "But I know better... Hinamori-san has grown up to be a beautiful lady, ne Taicho? Hmm? "
"Shut up Matsumoto."
"You should see her desk in the mornings, with all the flowers and secret love notes- it's worse than yours taicho!" She pointed at the garbage full of miscellaneous crap that he throws away first thing when he gets in the office.
"If you want the names of her secret admirers, I'd be happy to find–"
"You may take your break now, Matsumoto." He sighed as she happily left the office.
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It was almost 9 p.m when Toshiro finished up, surprised at how late it was. Hinamori. He could feel her reiatsu. He reached for the phone on his desk and dialed her office number, but she didn't answer.
She must be asleep already. He wanted to apologize for his stupid behavior last night. Baka, Toshiro. You need to watch your stupid temper.
He decided to surprise Momo and stay at her place tonight but not before packing a change of clothes to take with him. He entered his room and his heart caught in his throat. For there illuminated by the soft glow of his bedroom lamp –twisted, and half-covered in his blue and white silk bedsheets was Hinamori.
She was faced up, mouth slightly open, and neck turned to the side with her arms raised as if in surrender. Her face calm; all signs of her troubles drifted away in sweet languor.
She had never looked so beautiful, which he knows he had said a few times before.
Toushiro just stared for god-knows how long. She looks like a child and to his surprise her hair was sectioned into two braided ponytails like how she use to wear it.Bed-wetter Momo. He smiled at the nickname. He looked around and saw that she brought a change of clothes, neatly folded on his chair. Greatly comforted at the sight; she had planned to stay the night.
Hitsugaya walked over to her sleeping form and softly trailed the back of his fingers on her temple and cheek. Trailing further down on the side of her neck, down to the opening of her white yukata. His fingers brushing the contours of her breast... she moved...he stopped, feeling foolish for disturbing her sleep.
She slowly turned her face the other way, slightly arching her back in the process and sighed deeply. "Shiro..."
Toushirou smiled and welcomed the warm feeling that crept up his heart. But was immediately cut short when he saw a deep gash, though already healed, by her other temple. Must be from training. Kira. I may have to have a word with you.
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Hinamori's sleep-clouded eyes slowly focused on aquamarine ones, only inches away. To look into Hitsugaya's eyes is something to behold. The color and depth of the deepest of oceans...
She smiled. "Hello..."
"Hey...sorry I woke you."
"Hmmm...it's nice being woken up like this." She snuggled deeper into the pillow, peeking up at him.
"Momo I want to apologize for my behavior last night."
"It's fine Shiro-chan...I just wish I knew what I did to piss you off."
"You didn't do anything...it's...it's nothing. " He said. Her dark eyes narrowed. "What?" he asked.
Hinamori looked up the ceiling, she spoke softly as if talking to herself. "You gotta tell me what goes on in your mind sometimes, Shiro-chan. We already wasted enough decades bottling up what we really feel, trying to figure things out on our own..."
"It's Kira. I don't like him, that shouldn't be a surprise considering his history."
She got up on her elbows and looked at him now. "You shouldn't hold that against him, he's a dear friend of mine even before becoming lieutenant to Gin... What, I can't talk to him ever? That's not going to happen."
She's starting to get irritated, her reaitsu is starting to flare up. Toushiro is starting to feel a little warm...
"Since when do you braid your hair to sleep?" He asked as a distraction, playing with one of the strand. Hinamori laid down and looked up the ceiling again, pouting.
"Since yesterday night. When you said that I'm stupid for being lazy that I decided to leave my hair down...and then I remembered how you also hated the bun...ugh...make up your damned mind!" She groaned.
"I love it when your hair is down, just not so much when Kira starts ogling you."
"Kira does not ogle me...but... so you do like it when my hair is down?" Looking at him now, smiling and inching inside his arms to cuddle.
He kissed her forehead. Sleep usually doesn't come this easy, but having her in his arms like this... It feels like everything is under control. That makes sense. She's all that I really worry about. He admitted to himself –yawning. "Ah. It's past midnight, let's get some sleep. Goodnight Momo."
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Hinamori woke up at 5 am, stretching the kinks and rubbing some of the sore muscles from yesterdays training session. She got up to get dressed, unbraided her hair and arranged it in a bun.
She looked at Toushiro who was now awake, arms crossed under his head just watching her.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"Who can sleep through all that ruckus you made?" He joked.
"Im so sorry, Shiro-chan." She absentmindedly apologized as she cleaned Tobiume before sheathing.
"That cut on your temple. How did that happen?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Oh, it's just a little gash. I didn't even feel it. It's healed now, see?"
She came towards the bed to show him but his hand snagged the front of her robe. Trapping her mouth in a breathtaking kiss, next thing she knew Hitsugaya was on top of her.
"Train with me instead." He said against her lips.
"Huh?" Was her inarticulate response, still reeling from the kiss.
"Do I have to repeat myself? I am a captain after all, I can teach you more. I'm highly qualified."
"Ah... I'll think about it."
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This morning's scene played in her mind as she headed to the training grounds to meet Kira.
Train with Toshiro? Gah. There is no way.
His overprotectiveness alone will defeat the whole purpose, and pointing Tobiume at him even for the sake of practice just brings back bitter memories. Shuddering at the thought.
Training with Kira is different. They've been training together for years and they share the same resolve; both betrayed by their captains. They have the same goals when they train, so much more freedom; almost like nothing is held back and they find it liberating. Especially when they achieved a new shikai or a new kidou spell in result of their extensive training. Not to mention how it'll look in their resumes. But the latter would be the last thing that they're doing this for.
They haven't had major injuries...yet. but it's starting to get risky. Her kidou spells have been getting 10x stronger –sometimes achieving it without an incantation. Kira's brute strength and speed is increasing as well and in addition to him being mentally keen in his battles, he can be a challenge even to captain Kenpachi. His style of fighting is such a delicate balance between grace and fatality that it's scary.
Ikkaku, Renji, Shuhei, and Yumichika would join them spar on some days and that's when she finds it exceptionally fun. Those clowns. But such magnificent strengths to behold...
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Toshiro knocked on her office door, "Come in!"
He came in and saw her look up from her desk and flash him a big smile.
"How was your day fukutaicho?" He inquired.
Going behind her chair placing his hands on her small shoulders.
"It was boring, Hitsugaya-taicho." Playing along as she looked up and leaned her head on his arm.
Hn. That sounds...off. He thought as he started to knead.
"Ahh! Ittai... That hurts!" She hissed.
"Oh sorry Momo. I... Wha –?" She tried to struggle when he pushed her robe aside to peek under and saw the giant bruise on her shoulder. Then his eyes narrowed more to see that there was a cut on the side of her lip and some scratches above an eyebrow.
"What the hell –"
"Can we just go and eat lunch, Shiro-chan?" she tried to distract him.
"How serious are these training you guys do anyway? Because this is getting out of hand." He's now standing in front of her desk. Meaning business.
"To have injuries in practice is normal Toushiro. You already know that, genius." She muttered while rolling her eyes.
"You've just recovered from a coma... You're still healing."
"That was years ago, more than enough time to heal!" She scoffed then added, "My answer is no, Toushiro."
"No, what?"
"To your offer this morning. No, I don't want to train with you." She huffed, crossing her arms.
"And why not? You won't end up with such injuries if it was me you spar with. I'm never reckless."
"The more reason I refuse to, Shiro-chan! How can I learn from such a sheltered environment? You can't even see me get a papercut without having a heart attack over it!" She had to laugh when she visualized the scene.
Hitsugaya, however, was not amused. His white brows twitching.
She awkwardly cleared her throat from laughing and was now serious. "Can you honestly say you will not hold back while fighting against me, Toushiro?"
"I don't like the idea that your dear Kira-kun doesn't hold back." He said under his breath.
"You didn't answer my question."
He looked away. "Tch... No." He knew he lost the argument. For now.
"Then can we go eat lunch now?" Hinamori crawled on top of her desk and wiggled herself in between his arms. She slid her hands inside his kosode, feeling the muscles ripple under her touch. "Please?"
"Ah. But don't think that this conversation is over."
Damn...
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A/N: Please review. My updates will be a little staggered now that school started. But please don't give up on me!
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A/N: Short Chapter but not short of fluff. Please review
Chapter 5
Mighty Dragon
The bleak light of dawn peeking over Sereitei foreshadowed a new morning's embark. Winter is well on its way. Hitsugaya anticipated as he deeply breathed in the air through his open window. He had concealed his reiatsu as to not disturb the sleeping form on his bed while he got up and dressed.
Hinamori spent the night again. Much to his sense of security... and overall sanity.
Meanwhile she watched his solemn profile. He only had on his hakama, and was absentmindedly tying the himo as he looked out his bedroom window; looking so serious as usual. He had always been, even more so when he thinks that no one is watching. Like all the burden of the world were strapped on his broad shoulders...
Hinamori just realized how much clothing Toushiro is wearing lately. He had been dressed in full battle gear being a shinigami captain, as required by Sereitei nowadays. A precaution to Aizen's return.
He was on the process of wrapping the white body bandages when she slowly went behind him and kissed him on the back of his shoulder, "Let me help you, Shiro-chan." He contentedly sighed, looking out the window.
"Good morning, Momo...sleep well?" She carefully finished wounding the bandages on the lower part of his abdomen before answering.
"There was a storm last night and I slept through it. Again. And...you're up much too early! " She stretched and yawned.
"I had nothing to do with the storms that's been coming in, it's all mother nature." On his zanpakutou's defense.
"If you say so...tell Hyourinmaru I said hi, or better yet give him a kiss for me." While she wrapped her arms around him from behind, and rested her head on the small of his back. Listening to the thuds of his so-called 'icy' heart.
"He'll bite my head off." He said as they both chuckled, visualizing trying to give the mighty ice-dragon a kiss. It was silent for a moment after that.
"I followed you... a few times before (or maybe more) to watch you unleash Hyourinmaru...it's so...majestic. The two of you together like that."
She loosened her arm from the embrace as he turned to face her.
"Hinamori..." he was at a loss for words.
"I did shut you out, but I never stopped caring Shiro-chan. Everyone sort of knew where you disappear to in the mornings...but I always wanted to see for myself. I masked my reiatsu so you wouldn't see me. I always wanted to see how you were doing...even if from far away." She sheepishly laughed. "So there, I confessed my sins! Sorry I intruded in your private moments with Hyounrimaru...you're not mad at me are you?"
"Baka, why would I be mad at you?" He smiled now... "Mind joining me today, Momo?" It was her turn to be surprised.
"Hai, I would love to!" It is the weekend afterall...
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They were holding hands by the ocean shores, Hitsugaya tugged her hand playfully trying to get her feet wet. "Oi Shiro-chan, stop! If I knew we were going to be by the beach then I would have dressed properly, and it's still too cold."
And why are we here anyway? She could see from miles away the huge rocky cliffs jutting out above the waters. The location where he usually unleash his zanpakuto.
"Okay fine... but here." He took off his Haori and placed it over her shoulders and as if he could read her mind, "I wanted to show you something..." He eagerly said.
Toushiro took the first step into the water, and just stood there like he was standing on any flat dry surface. He didn't sink. His hand gestured for her to come to him.
Momo's dark brown eyes widened. "That's amazing! How –oh I see..." We are going to walk on water . No not water, but ice! She excitedly thought.
"Come, Bed-wetter, let's race to the cliffs."
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Hinamori's peals of laughter echoed by the nearby mountains, her hair billowing against the winds while she tried to run from Hitsugaya. They even went off course from the exhilarating feel of playing tag with each other again; like when they were children on the vast green fields of old Rukongai. However, now it was over the vastness of the ocean.
It almost felt surreal, and that's a lot coming from a Shinigami.
When they were now truly off course and nothing could be seen but just the infinite expanse of the blue-green water, Toushiro stopped. Momo was about to swerve past but he grabbed her slender waist,
"Oho! Calm down speed demon!" He easily hoisted her all the way up, where the front of her thigh was touching his chin. They were now both breathless and laughing.
"Put me down, Shiro-chan!" She struggled.
"Not until you give me what I want." Laughing and panting at the same time.
"Eto...since no one can hear us: HITSUGAYA-TAICHO please put me down!" She mocked.
"That's not what I want, baka." As he slid her down and caught her slightly opened mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue quieted any smart comments she had in mind while her hands were already tangled in his soft white hair. He so slowly pulled away and waited for her to open her eyes.
"Hmmmm...Yes Toushiro?" She whispered; still dazed. Wondering why he stopped, she looked into his aquamarine eyes.
His hands still cupping her face, holding it close, softly brushing her cheek with his thumb. "Nothing...I didn't say anything." He whispered back, kissing her forehead, her nose, then resumed the passionate kiss.
After a few heated moments, Hinamori reluctantly had to pull away "Demo... Toushiro. Don't keep Hyourinmaru waiting."
"He can wait."
Gently pushing her head back by the nape to continue the kiss. Hinamori's senses were reeling but the sense of responsibility had to be addressed. He felt her pull away again, and this time he stopped albeit somewhat annoyed.
"I already distracted you enough by coming, Toushiro. I don't want you to completely ignore your responsibilities because of me." She explained.
"I invited you to come remember?" One brow slanted up.
"And I thank you, it was exhilarating! I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime." Hinamori beamed, and with that his previous mood easily forgotten.
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Momo felt a cool finger trace her nose. She opened her eyes.
"Did we bore you Bed-wetter?" he jokingly asked.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know I fell asleep. I remember watching you for the first few hours..." She stretched and yawned, realizing that the ground is moving.
She was lying on the back of Hyounrinmaru's neck, Toshiro sitting next to her and they were now just descending from the colossal cliff.
"Kyahh! Eh...hehe. Sorry I was disoriented and didn't know where I was. Thank you Hyounrinmaru..." She patted the surface while her other hand rubbed the sleep from her eyes. An idea suddenly occurred. Momo childishly grinned while she crawled up until reaching the ice-dragon's forehead. Softly giving it a kiss then sprawled her arms over it as if to give it a hug. "And thank you for always being there for my Shiro-chan." Her eyes now closed; hiding the tears that started streaming down her face. Because I wasn't always there.
Silly Momo. Hitsugaya thought. "Oi, that's enough Hinamori or you'll melt him to death."
"You're so mean Shiro-chan..."
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A/N: More to come. Wonder why it's all lovey dovey? Hmmmm? Please review.