HI...Welcome to this story
What is it? Exactly what it says in the description. A drabble fic about the relationship of Hitsugaya Toshiro and Hinamori Momo, because personally, I think their relationship is long, complicated, angsty, and incredibly beautiful, and I love them, both separate and together. So I'm putting them on paper (figuratively) and filling in, explaining some of the blank holes that the manga doesn't already provide.
And...I really suck at explaining, so you might just want to go on and read the story, before I bore you out of your mind...
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach (tear)
Hello Stranger, Welcome to my Life-
He saw her one day, a lone girl with dark hair and beautifully bright dark eyes, bright and trembling against a solid gray wall, against a sea of gray and black and human bodies that were leering at her, pumping their fists, circling her, slowly, but surely closing in on their prey.
In her hands, he saw that she carried a small woven basket, and he could almost taste the freshly baked bread that was wafting in the air. They must be after her food, he thought hungrily and watched, watched as she didn't move, didn't cry, but only stood, defiantly, crazily, stupidly, against them. Alone.
A girl against an army.
And a boy against the world.
From the shadows, he screams without making a sound. "Leave, run, shout, scream, escape—do something, you baka, don't just stand there, you don't have a chance!" The voices echo loudly, much too loudly in his mind, because he knows what will happen to her, the same thing that happens to most, if not all souls that become victims of gangs and robbing bands like this one.
Bodies broken, bruised, robbed, left rotting out in the streets, like old vegetables left out in the sun.
He's passed by more of those wide eyed, glassy stares and gangs with flecks of blood on their faces more times than he cares to, or wants to remember, in the short time he's been here. He remembers the first time he saw one, and remembers the sick feeling in his stomach and the blank-horror filled eyes that haunted him in his sleep. Too much, too much- But that was too long ago; in the very short time he has walked these streets. Now, he doesn't even as much glance back, except to see if there's anything left behind, a scrap of food, a small coin that he might use.
It didn't take him long to understand. This was life in Rukongai. It's an endless cycle, drilled and repeated into his brain with every cold glance, every person who ignores the cries of children starving in the dark. The strong and wealthy are nobles and shinigami and live away in Seireitei and everyone else is left to fend for themselves, every man, woman, and child for themselves. And they fight, fight like dogs to survive in a world where if you don't you die. Simple as that.
He doesn't need anybody, and nobody needs him-
An oily, snotty voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and immediately makes him want to punch something in, preferably his face.
"Come on, girlie, why don't you be a good girl and hand us that little basket you have in your pretty little hands. It's just a little basket, and we're so hungry—if you don't give it up, well I'd hate to think what we'd do to you to get it…"
He does a quick head count of them. One, two, three, four, five, six of them. All taller than he is, and probably older as well, but not by much. Maybe 3 or 4, but he doubts that he can handle 12 arms or 12 legs, 6 bodies. Damn. He curses, and then immediately berates himself for it. He shouldn't care about this person, this girl, on whom he has absolutely no idea who she is or where she comes from—
Why does he want to save her so badly?
"Run. Don't be stupid. Go in between them. Save Yourself!," he asks.
She shakes her head, slowly, cautiously, and doesn't move.
The tallest of the group licks his lips and inches forward.
Before he can stop himself, he jumps out of the shadows and yells. His voice reverberates off the wall and the silent human bodies.
"What are you waiting for? Run, you baka, run!"
She whips her head around, and immediately holds him with her panic filled, shock filled pools of chocolate brown and—
They pounced.
But they never made it.
Quick as a flash, he leapt and knocked two boys down with one sweeping side kick, and dispatched another one with a couple of solid punch to the ribs. "Three down, three to go" he thought, as he warily eyed the remaining three boys—"Not good, none of these people seem to be any good, but I've already lost the element of surprise and if they surround me, I'm not going to be able to block all their hits—
He swerved another punch and winced, as a kick connected with his legs, and he fell, sprawling to the floor. "Yeah, that'll teach the little fucker" he could hear them talk, "What happens to people when they mess around with us"—and saw a fist plunging towards his face. Just barely, he rolled away, and stood, legs like burning butter.
"—I need to find a way to beat them altogether" He caught sight of the alley wall, "Risky, but it doesn't look like I have a choice." He ran to the alley wall. "Hey!" he yelled, trying not to wince at the pain or how ridiculous he sounded, "You want to teach me a lesson? The only thing you could teach me is how to be a dumbass, like you!" Roaring, they ran at him—"I have to time this just right, or else it's not going to work—closer, closer—Now!" He ran straight at and into one of them, and punched him in the stomach for good measure. "Four Down" He kicked the nearest person to him in the shins, doubling him over, and used the moment of weakness to punch him in the face "Five D-
He saw a flash of black and a basket go past him. "Who was—The—"
"What are you doing?" He turned and yelled at her. "What the—"
Pain exploded in his right eye, and he saw red and black and stars, then his side—hurriedly, he wiped the blood from his eye—another punch coming straight at him. He dropped like a stone and rolled out of the way. "I can't fight like this, Stupid Girl!" He internally cursed.
The Girl! Somehow, somehow, he managed to land a punch, and somehow, he managed to grab her pale arm and sprinted as fast as he could in the opposite direction, through the winding, narrow maze of alleyways, a blur of fading sight and sound, and never stopped, never looked back.
Their feet pounded notes on the stones as they ran away, together.
"Thank you"
He looked back to see chocolate brown eyes smile at him.
He scowled.
"You idiot"
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