Disclaimer: I dont own bleach. If I did, Ichigo would marry Rukia already, or Hitsugaya Rukia, or Byakuruki, or Ashido Ruki or KaienRuki... I dont really care which guy ends up with Rukia, but I'm really a crazyfan of Hitsuruki... Lolz... They're so sweet. Anyway this is a new fic bout em.
Meeting under the Rain
"Hinamori?" he blinked in surprise, seeing the dark haired figure in front of him. "Hinamori, is that really you?"
"Er… no, Hitsugaya-taicho, sir," came the quiet, almost inaudible reply. For a moment, the silver haired boy was confused, until he realized that the girl's eyes were a deep dark blue, her slim form smaller.
"Kuchiki?" he asked, recognizing Byakuya's little sister. He wasn't really sure because he couldn't see her clearly in the dark surrounding, "What are you doing here?" He didn't really know the girl well, talked to her only once, even.
The girl looked awkward, "Well, I was walking by, and you were soaking wet, sir,"
Hitsugaya frowned. Soaking wet? Confused, he looked around him. He was sitting on the ground on Soul Society's hill, his head leaned against a brick wall. In the middle of the night.
The day's events came rushing back to him.
Hinamori…
"Taicho?" Rukia's voice jerked him back to the present. The ray of moon shone dimly across the grassy plain, illuminating the girl in front of him. Rukia had a cape draped over her small frame, a gray umbrella in her hands.
"Yes, yes, I'm allright, Kuchiki," he said, standing up and immediately a pain flared up his head. Groaning slightly he leaned his body against the wall, touching cold fingers to his burning temple.
"It's just a headache," he assured her when she asked what the problem was.
The rain was still showering the earth and Rukia brought up her umbrella on top of them. The wind blew softly, making both of them shiver by its cold touch.
"Let's go back before you got really sick, taicho," the dark haired girl said reasonably.
For a moment Hitsugaya did not answer. He gazed up, at the dark horizon and twinkling stars, at the pouring rain and bright white moon, thinking of his dead childhood friend.
Tears formed in the corner of his turquoise eyes, but Hitsugaya was not the type of boy who shows emotions. Pushing the thoughts away from his head he gave a small smile at the Kuchiki girl next to him, "Yes, let's go back,"
The two figures walked slowly down the wet hill, every steps they took full of sorrow and guilt.
They didn't know each other, but they had something in common.
Loss.
A terrible one at that.
