Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of the characters, and I am not talking about the washing detergent that makes your clothes white! I'm talking about the japanese anime/manga!
The Tenth Division Captain just stood there.
He looked at the calm and peaceful figure of Hinamori Momo in a coma, lying on the bed of the Fourth Division. His heart ached.
When will she wake up from this coma? When?
Scenes from the short-lived battle with Aizen replayed in his head a hundred of times, and each time he realises how weak he is, his heart will ache even more.
"Hinamori…" he muttered under his breadth.
How long has it been since we found out about Aizen's betrayal? How long has it been since you lay on that bed? How long has it been since I saw you smile? If only if I were stronger then Aizen, I will be able to protect you. You looked up to Aizen, you respected him and admired him with all your heart. Yet, you were betrayed. Betrayed by someone you respected dearly, betrayed by someone you loved. I want to take your pain away, but I can't even protect you.
Hitsugaya always wanted to make sure Hinamori Momo doesn't get hurt. He would go all out to protect her, to prevent her from shedding a single drop of blood, but this time, he wasn't powerful enough to protect her. He could not take away her pain.
Right now, all I want to see is your smile.
Even though all these thoughts are running through his head, he kept his icy cold expression on the outside, to mask the hurt and pain he is actually feeling deep inside.
He ran his fingers through his hair and crossed his arms over his chest.
White. I will be your Shiro-chan, forever.
He was always at her side, yet her admiration for her 'taichou' blinded her from her surroundings. Hinamori failed to see who really cared about her. She did not even notice who was always there for her, warning her, protecting her. Hitsugaya was even willing to sacrifice everything he had, just for her.
But I'm still not good enough for you.
The Tenth Division Captain let out a sigh. His eyebrows narrowed and he closed his eyes for awhile. He wanted to kill that bastard Aizen, freeze him up into a statue and shatter him into pieces. He wanted to stab Aizen so badly. Stab, beat, kick, spit, freeze, stab. However, this Master of Ice knew clearly that at his current standard, he can't even lay a finger on him.
He would train, harder. No, much harder. In order to beat Aizen.
One day, he will be able to beat Aizen. One day.
And I'm doing this all for you.
He opened his eyes and was about to turn around to walk away from the door. Instead, he stood there looking at her a little longer before walking away, with a heavy heart.
Please be alright, Bed-wetter Momo.
Author's little note: i know it's rather short, and this is my first time writing a fanfic. not sure whether it is nice. the idea just came to me when i was re-reading the manga. do give comments on it! i accept criticisms! do review so that i can improve :D i just love the HitsuHina pairing 3
arigatou ;D
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