I know, yet another drabble collection; but I really wanted to give this a try (besides I'm on vacation, and frankly, I don't have much to do.) remember, English isn't my first language, so this is bound to have a lot of mistakes.
Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me. Sad, but true.
Bittersweet
By: Nekare
And The Rain Falls
He sees her sitting outside the room, watching the rain falling lightly.
The fresh smell of rain surrounds him, but as he goes near her, her characteristic scent of gardenias tugs at his senses. Her eyes are fixed on the water falling on the lush grass, greener with life by the second. Butterflies dance in the fabric of her yukata, a design he had never seen her wear before.
She doesn't turn to him when he sits next to her, but she knows she doesn't have to. Silence expands, but they don't feel uncomfortable. Hitsugaya is having a hard time fighting the smile that wants to break through, his relieve of her being out of danger almost tangible. The smile he keeps to himself out of respect.
"I'd never seen that yukata before." He turns to look at her, and he suddenly wants to keep the image of her in his mind forever.
"Apparently one of the drifters knows hot to sew. He said I needed something to cheer me up." He watches as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, taking in the chill of the evening.
His throat goes dry, but he has to ask. "Are you allright?" the voice is tinted with hesitation. And neither likes it, because it had always been easy between them, between Bed-wetter Momo and Shirou-chan.
She does turn now, and he stares at her big round eyes that shine with vulnerability. "Do you really need me to answer that?" He is shocked by the bitterness in her voice, a trait she had never possessed before. She holds his gaze for a moment and then returns to stare at the rain outside. He looks at the wooden floor, swearing to himself he'll do anything possible to cast the bitterness out of her.
It doesn't suit her, after all.
A heavy sigh escapes his lips. "I'm here."
"I know." the whisper caresses him, and so does her hair a second later, as she rests her head on his shoulder, not caring for the fact that she's taller than him and the position should be the other way around. "I know."
A/N: I know Hinamori is kinda OOC, but face it, she has just been betrayed be the man she adored/looked up to. So she won't exactly be a happy bunny.