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Synopsis: The 100 Themes Challenge. It is 100 one-shots of laughs, sorrows, friendship, and pure love about Toshiro Hitsugaya and Momo Hinamori.

Author's Note: Gah, I've been itching to do one of these for quite some time and now, I've finally gotten around working on this project. Based on the 100 Themes Challenge on Deviantart, I'm going to do the same here on fanfiction. net. This is what I plan to do with this challenge:

1) Every theme will feature some sort of HitsuHina love/fluff

2) I'm not completing each theme in any particular order

3) Each theme either is related to the Bleach storyline, takes place in an AU (alternate universe), or is a spin-off chapter from one of my previously written stories

4) Theme #1 will be titled Introduction

5) Theme #100 will be titled Love

Because there are so many themes to write about, I am completely open to suggestions. If I end up using your idea, I will give you credit for it. The list of 100 themes is posted on my profile page for you to see.

Anyway, enough with all the explanations; this series of one-shots will be dedicated to my wonderful supports and every other single HitsuHina lover out there on fanfiction. net! Here's theme number one of The 100 HitsuHina Themes Challenge. Wish me luck and happy reading!

~ LONG LIVE THE HITSUHINA LOVE! ~

LEGEND

"Talking." Toshiro's POV (Point of View).

The 100 HitsuHina Themes Challenge

Theme #1: Introduction

If he had to describe his life in a single word, they would be dissatisfying. Not only he had died a miserable living life, but the things he do here in West Rukongai, District One: Junrin'an is nothing, but repetitive. Day after day; month after month, the events that are going on in his life remain the same. He is sick and tired of it.

Hitsugaya looked through the window to see the great outdoors. It is sunny and bright; great weather for children like him to be going outside and playing with one another. However, there is one problem: none of the children ever wants to play with him. "Toshiro, why don't you go outside and play with the other boys and girls?" asked a voice.

The white haired boy turned to see his grandmother standing by his side. He suddenly gave her a warm smile and answered, "It's alright, Obaa-san; I can always play with them anytime. Right now, I need to go buy some rice. We're almost out."

However, the elderly woman knew his response is only an excuse, covering the hidden truth that he kept in his heart. Despite all that, she gave him the money needed for his purchase. "Be careful on your way there."

"I'll come back as soon as possible."

With that said, he quickly left the house to go on his errand. He took a moment to glance back at his home. Thinking about the words he said to his relative, he soon closed his emerald-teal eyes and let out sigh.

I'm sorry for making you worry, Obaa-san. The truth is...those children are too scared to play with me.

He took a right at the next intersection and went into a local rice store.

I don't think I did anything to harm them, but they keep giving me the same expression on their faces.

As he is making his purchase, he noticed the same type of eyes looking at him. Knowing what he is unwanted, he collected his change and quickly left. With his bag of rice at hand and the people out of his sights, Toshiro slowly walked back home.

Even the adults living in the area do the same. For some reason, they too fear my existence. The only person who doesn't see me that way is my obaa-san.

All of a sudden, he bumped into something. The next thing he knew, he was being scolded by an older boy and his male companions. "Hey kid, what where you're goi-"

"I'm sorr-"

"No, it's alright," he quickly apologized. "It's my fault for getting in your way."

With that said, the group of children hastily left. With a defeated sigh, the white haired boy continued his journey back to his waiting grandmother. He bit the bottom of his lip.

Why can't everyone just accept me for who I am?

Without any warning, he bumped into another person. This time, it's a girl, who appeared to be several years older than him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"It's alright; it's my fault for not moving out of the way."

With a silent nod of apology, he moved to the side and continued walking. He suddenly heard her voice again.

"Um, can I ask you something?"

Toshiro stopped and glanced over his shoulder. At first, he was surprised by the fact that she hasn't shown any indication that he is someone to be feared. "What is it?"

Placing a gentle fist over her chest, she shyly asked, "What is this place? All I remember is a man dressed in a black kimono telling me that I'm going to a better place to live."

I see; she must have died recently.

He turned around and answered, "This is Soul Society, a place where all purified departed souls go after their deaths in the living world. You're lucky to find yourself here in West Rukongai, District One. From what I heard, Junrin'an is one of the best places to live."

"S-Sugoi, you know a lot."

Hitsugaya then looked away, hiding the slightly dark shade on his face. It is the first time he has been complimented by someone else other than his family. "It's nothing; everyone who lived in Soul Society for a while knows about it."

"Oh, how silly of me; I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Momo Hinamori," the pigtailed girl said. "What's yours?"

"Toshiro Hitsugaya."

"Toshiro...Hitsugaya, huh? It's a nice name." She suddenly let out a smile. "It's very nice to meet you."

The white haired boy lowered his head. "Yeah, same here."

Maybe, just maybe...

"Um Hinamori..." he suddenly spoke."If you want, you're welcomed to live with me and my grandmother."

"Really? Are you sure it's okay?"

He slowly nodded with agreement. "I'm sure Obaa-san doesn't mind having another person in the house. Also, many people come here alone or separated from their blood relatives. So, they just live together like a family."

"A family, huh?" She smiled. "Okay, I'll live with you."

Hiding the faint smile on his lips, Toshiro turned around and started guiding his new friend back to his home.

...my dissatisfying life has finally made its turn for the better.

Japanese Word Translations

Obaa-san - Grandmother, Sugoi - Amazing

Author's Note: One down; ninety-nine to go. LOL, it's going to take me a while to finish, but whatever...it will keep me busy for a while. Anyway, what did you think about it? Like it? Dislike it? Have a suggestion for me to write about for a particular theme? Please review! Thanks.