Hey!!! This is my very first fanfic, you got it! Numero UNO. Please bear with me, and revieeew. (You get a free e-hug that way)
Title: Look at me
Pairing: Hitsugaya + Hinamori
She was the reason I even became a shinigami, the very reason I live. Aizen, Always Aizen. Her eyes are broken, her hair matted against her damp face, covered in violent streaks of tears. Why can't you look at ME that way? She hugs her thin legs to her chest, wracking with sobs. Dead? What do you mean he's dead? I mean I killed the traitor, I mean I managed to bring that despicable man down. "Shiro chan....W-why s everyone saying my taicho is dead?" Because he is
End Hitsugaya POV
Hinamori s POV
I search his face for answers, but in his blue-green eyes, all I see is wounded little boy. He stretched out a hand to stroke my back. Calm down His voice was solemn, grave, yet it had a tint of worry in it, a droplet of care, and it was so distant. This was not the voice I wanted to hear, this isn't the face I want to look at. I look at his snowy white hair with disdain, his teal eyes with hate, and his voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me, Stop lying to me! Where is Aizen taicho? I try to grasp this new concept of a world without Aizen taicho, he was the reason I am a lieutenant, I strived , I tried my utmost best, he is my everything. A patch of grey creeps in by the outline of my vision, it slowly crawls all over, until the grey spreads all over
End Hinamori POV
Hitsugaya POV
Her eyes seemed nothing like the mirthful girl I grew up with, her eyes were tired, dull, and lacking of their usual sparkle. They were dead. Oh no .. Her eyes stared arrows at me. She looked at me with disbelief, although strong enough to stand, she was too weak to be let out of the 4th division just yet. She turned to the window, gazing out, searching. Her head angled towards the view of seireitei. The sun was setting. You. I took it she heard who murdered him. YOU! She charged at me with tobiume. I easily dodged it, her eyes were filled with rage. How could you? Shiro chan, I think of the time when we were children, how she would talk of Aizen as if he were a god, and when I met him for the first time, how her eyes sparkled with admiration, a few years later, when she became his lieutenant, how her eyes were filled only of him, and only him, and I felt a pang in my heart. She breaks down crying, the 4th division's workers charge in, and disarm her. Unohana taicho walks in, and places a hand on my shoulder, Time to go. With a heavy heart, I head out, leaving you a crumpled mess on the floor.
Momo, why can t you look at me like that?