Hello all! LOL so this is my first shot at writing Bleach… Though God knows how long I've loved the manga :D It's just too great.. sigh…
Oh yes, and yayyy for AU-ness hehehe. Just a little reflection of Hitsugaya and his penchant for.. snow.
Disclaimer: I own Bleach. I use it to clean my toilet TT
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Aurora borealis.
The Northern Lights.
It was a wonderful feeling, to be standing on the edge of the prow of the Hyourinmaru, sailing over the deep, pristine waters of the Arctic Ocean. It was times like these where he remembered how and why he had left France in the first place; left that comfortable, lazy life of his to traverse the seas unbound, unfettered, like the wind. Teal eyes gazed over the horizon, watching the dark night sky as beautiful colors played across the plane of dark, dark blue.
The colors, rushing over each other, as if in a hurry to escape the inescapable dawn, scurried, billowed, clambered over each other in their haste. Eyes stood still, transfixed as they watched the colors, mixed in with light snow, playing and bantering, moving and pushing.
"Oi, taichouuuuu!"
Matsumoto.
His eyes snapped down from where they had previously been stalled and fascinated and came to rest on the busty blonde who had just emerged from the cabin.
"Yes, Matsumoto?" he replied testily, already itching to turn his face back towards the glorious sight in front of him.
"Kurosaki-kun has sent his nightly telegraph; I brought it out for you, taichou."
A slight smile played over his lips as he thought about the other captain, his counterpart, who was currently trekking somewhere around the Caribbean in search for some weird… treasure. A sudden feeling welled up in his chest, a feeling that he could not pinpoint until later that night… a feeling of longing, of true worry: I hope he doesn't get hurt on his escapades. I hope he thinks of me every day. I hope I see him soon.
"Arigato, Matsumoto."
"Hai, taichou."
The white haired captain turned his head to face the sky again. His thoughts turned towards the timetable book in his top right drawer; he would be returning for New Years' in Paris, and then he'd be able to see Ichigo… it was only natural, after all, to be with those you loved during the holiday season.
The colors, now, had begun to fade; wispy as the wind, they flew around gracefully, carefully, seemingly landing on icebergs and once, even on the blank white canvas of his hair. He smiled that little smile of his, and glanced once again as the colors dimmed for the night.
Au revoir. Until tomorrow…