Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, okiedokie?
A/N: This is my first story, okay? Be nice! 8) No flames.
Prologue: Moment of Hesitation
"Momo, kill him!" I heard Toshiro scream.
I had to. I had to do it! The Captain was right there at the end of my blade. All I had to do was run him through. It would be such a swift and simple action. But my body rejected it like poison. It went against my soul's deepest desires, even as much as I hated them for even existing. The entities of what I wanted and what I knew that I needed to do were raging at war inside of me; the two opposing voices of reason I possessed arguing, making my head pound.
Captain Aizen grinned.
"Oh, come now Momo," he cooed,'You wouldn't really hurt me would you? Your own Captain?"
I froze, caught off guard. My initial thought was to say 'Of course not!', to deny the very existence of such an idea, but i quickly realized how wrong that instinct was.
Still though, my subconscious mind insisted that he was my captain.
"Momo, what are you waiting for?"
Toshiro looked at me with terrified expectancy. I'm not sure he realized it, but he was nodding his head slowly, encouragingly, the way an adult looks at a small child too scared to go on a carnival ride. The espada behind him held tight to the ties he'd used to bind his wrists together. It was a disturbing sight.
I was the last one, I realized with a start. There were no other shinigami left standing beside me. I had to be the one to do this; I had to, I ha-
That's when I blacked out.