The Same Peach Tree
By Kuro-chan
Kuro-chan: It seems my brother wants some competition, since he's a Hitsugaya person (Cosplayer, Role player, Writer), that means I'm the Hinamori! So on with my fanfic.
No. I don't own Bleach, if I did… There would be more HitsuHina!
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Ever since they were younger, Hinamori always had a thing for peaches. Not because her name means peach, but because the taste of it was very good. She would always find a way to drag her childhood best friend with her. The same path. The same hill. The same peach tree. It was nothing different from each other day.
They would go together up the hill and back down; picking the same amount of peaches (They didn't want to take too many, because that would be rude!). It was perfect, it seems like nothing could go wrong… Hinamori thought to herself.
But one day, Hinamori fell ill and she couldn't go get the peaches with her Shiro-chan. She would groan and pulls the sheets to cover up her flushed face. It wasn't that she was hungry or peach crazy- but it was her special time to send with Shiro-chan.
Even if he didn't know it, but he is her only friend, he might tease her all the time, but it never bothers her. She would smile and then starts giggling; he would glare and turn away. But that's his way of showing that he cares, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
When Hitsugaya found out about her illness he rushed over to her house (And nearly knocking down the door with him!). This woke Hinamori up with a confused look.
"Baka Bed Wetter Momo!"
That was the first thing he said to her, that was his greeting for her. The awful nickname he gave her in exchange for Shiro-chan. She would stare at him for a bit before asking him why he is yelling so much.
He was panting hard and was trying to catch his breath before speaking. His arms be hide his back, trembling. Slowly he pulls out a peach. From the same path. From the same hill. From the same tree. He turns his head away, cheeks turning a bright pink color.
"Arigatou"
She thanks him, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. She nearly pulled him down with her but he wiggled his way out of her grip. He would turn away and told her to not touch him.
He's not a little boy he's a MAN. And men don't cuddle.
She would giggle at him before she broke the peach in half and hands him a part. He didn't say anything. She didn't say anything. They finish the peach quietly, without saying a single word to each other. But there was no need for words. It was too perfect already.
After a few hours of staying by Hinamori's bedside, the young Hitsugaya decided to take his leave.
But before he left her house, she pulled him over and places a small kiss on his cheek with one last thank you. His face was turning a deeper pink color as he turns his head away, not wanting her to see it.
He left her house that day with his face the shade of pink and a grin on his face.
Everything was the same today. Nothing was new. Even if she could not pick peaches with him today, he did it for her. From the same path. The same hill. The same peach tree.
End.
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Kuro-chan: So… What do you people think? My first fan fiction that I did, without my brother! Please review. I'm sorry if it sucks. --;;….