These drabbles are the result of a challange that I took up for Hinamori. There will be a variety of characters making apperances, many HitsuHina drabbles, and random moments as I do my best to delve a bit deeper into the character that is Hinamori Momo.
I hope you enjoy them.
Title:Blood
Characters: Hinamori Momo
Words:306
Hinamori watched in stunned helplessness as they carried him in on a stretcher. She was being supported by the arm of some fourth division member whose name she did not know and wouldn't have remembered in the morning anyway. Blood was dripping down the arm that was hanging off the side of the carefully created support; a gentle trail of the red liquid marked their trail clearly. His fingers were misshapen, almost twisted in the awkward direction they were turned to, his arm limp and lifeless. Her hands flew to her mouth, holding back the startled scream that she wanted so badly to voice.
Hands quickly reached for her shoulders but she did not feel them, did not see the concerned faces. Her eyes were locked on the gash that marred his normally clear skin, dried blood cracked almost as if he had shed red tears, even the bandages that were wrapped tightly around his upper body and stomach told their own tale, stained crimson with his blood. He was broken and battered and even the eyes that should have been open and defiant were closed, hidden from view.
She fell to her knees, unable to comprehend how much blood he had lost and what it would mean to his chances of survival. It was the sight of his vice-captain, bloodied and wounded herself, carrying the broken hilt of his sword in her left hand, and clutching her own soul slayer in her other, that finally sent the tears spilling down past her cheeks as understanding washed over her.
She knew someone was screaming, knew that somewhere in the distance voices were calling to her, coaxing her to calm herself, to breath.
But she couldn't.
For all she saw were fields of red.
And the broken and bleeding body of the one she could not save.