Konnichiwa. It's been a while, and I felt like writing a story to help the summer Holidays go by a little quicker.
I apologise for a little bit ooc-ness but I'm basing the characters on my friends I guess
Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, but if I did I would be rolling in the dough :p
Drowning
"I'm sorry Hinamori, but it's not working. I mean this thing between us. I'm just sorry to end it now."
His harsh words came back to me, each time bringing a fresh wave of tears. Why? He had just left after that. No explanation. Nothing.
I had gone back to my fuku-taicho meeting afterwards but nothing felt right. I was broken and having to put on a brave face for the rest of the meeting was killing me inside.
"So, how's it going with you and Kira?" Matsumoto asked, winking and leaning towards me with a massive smile.
Hot tears filled my eyes and I stormed out of the hall, kicking over a chair in the process and banging the door shut after me. Blinded by my tears, I walked into someone solid. It was Hitsugaya.
"Uh, Shiro-Chan, g-gomen nasai, I didn't mean to…" I trailed off, a stream still running down my face and making the collar of my shinigami robes damp and sodden.
He studied my face for a moment and wiping tears off my face, took my hand and then took me to his division, where I sat on a mangy old sofa in his office.
He sat next to me, eating Pocky and offered me some. I shook my head feeling sick, right from the pit of my stomach.
Silence.
I stood up and he nodded at me as I left the room. If only my kawaii shiro-chan would ever understand what it feels like to have your heart torn into a thousand pieces, and all you want someone to do is make everything better.
As I dawdled back to my room, I kept my face down and my thoughts lay heavy upon my heart. I settled down and began to message my friends via jigoku-chou* and as I dropped into a deep dreamless sleep, I felt happy, if only for a short second.
The next day was horrible. The looks, the rumours, the questions and the interferences from the other Gotei members sticking their noses in. I was on the verge of suicide, I swear. The whispering in the corridors "Oh did you hear about Hinamori… whisper whisper." It made me sick, and on the day after I was so tempted to tell the division that I wasn't going to come to work but I felt so guilty at the thought that I went in anyway.
At lunch, I went to my meeting, on shinigami illiteracy levels where we talked about book for hours on end. Why did I care how many of the Gotei are too thick to read, when, to be quite frank, there were more pressing issues at hand in my life. The words all sounded foreign as thoughts swirled round in my head, leaving me dizzy and confused. I don't even remember what happened next; the next thing I know I was outside with tears streaming down my face and jigoku-chou streaming round me, filled with concerned messages from my friends. Ignoring them all, I stamped off to my quarters and threw myself down on my bed, sobbing like a baby.
I barely remember the next few months. Work became monotonous and I threw myself into a routine of work and depression, which conveniently prevented me from having a social life, or from being set up on blind dates by my ex-best friend, Matsumoto. We had gradually drifted apart as I had shut myself away from everyone, permanently making excuses to get out of everything. Even my sweet Shiro-chan stopped talking to me, and left me to sink further into the deepest depths of loneliness.
I was drowning in Depression, and no-one had heard my calls of help, or even came to save me.
And now, I am the Happiest I have ever been. Someone heard my cries for help, and came to rescue me.
My knight in shining Armour.
My Shiro-Chan.
*Jigoku Chou means hell butterfly.
Thanks for reading, guys, hope you enjoyed it.
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Kuroi Hanabi x