So it's been about two years since I have written stories on fanfiction. Sometimes I'm not sure why I stopped in the first place, but now that I am working graveyard shifts, I think I will have plenty of time to let my imagination wonder and to write stories of my own.
I have deleted a lot of my previously written stories mainly for the fact that my English and language skills have gotten better in the two years I've been gone, and because some stories were just not that plain popular so I saw no point in trying to continue them.
I have always been a Hitsugaya and Hinamori fan… but I don't think they are the only ones that I want to write about anymore.
So, here goes the first story I have written in a long time. It will be loosely based off of the movie called PRADA TO NADA. I love that movie. This story will involve Hitsugaya and Hinamori… for old times sake.
DISCLAIMER: I did not write PRADA TO NADA or do I own it, or any of the character of BLEACH.
LAWBREAKER WHITE
CHAPTER ONE: The Mishaps of Death
Hinamori Momo sat in the library quietly as she studied away the rules of law that she would be required to know in order to pass the bar exam and one day become a lawyer. She was focused with her head in a book when suddenly her phone went off, vibrating on the table. Taking one look at it, she quickly shut her books and stood up, rushing to put them away.
She rushed out of the library and across the street into the parking lot where her new white prius lay waiting for her to drive it. She got into the car and started it, once again taking a look at her phone before pulling out of her parking spot. Today was her father was turning fifty-two. She had to rush home.
She pulled up to shut gate and pressed the control button in her car to open it. When it opened, she then drive into the large circle driveway that stood in front of her house. She pulled up and was greeted by a man who was no more than a man her dad hired to be a valet. Unnecessary, but at least a job for the poor guy.
"Hey Roshi." She greeted as he opened her door and she stepped out of her car.
"Hello Ms. Hinamori! Good to see your safe return." He politely replied, shutting the car door behind her. Momo just smiled at him.
"Thanks for all your hard work! Will you be coming in to my father's party tonight?" Momo asked as she began to climb the steps to her front door with Roshi following suit.
"Yes, for a little while miss, but work always calls." Momo just nodded at the reply as Roshi opened the front door for her and she disappeared into it, with Roshi shutting the door behind her.
She walked through the overly large tiled floor greeting room and continued on into the kitchen. Hanashi was always cooking up a storm in there. She loved to go in and sample the food.
"Good Afternoon Hanashi," She greeted "What did my father want for his birthday dinner?" Hanashi turned around to see her.
"Good afternoon Momo-chan," returning a smile. "I made his favorite of course. Just miso soup with all of the different sushi he likes." Momo sighed. That was all that man ate. Well, whatever made him happy.
"Sounds wonderful! I'll go help finish decorating so we can get started!" Momo said enthusiastically, giving Hanashi a hug before walking off towards the banquet room.
It wasn't long before the party was underway. Balloons in the shape of the number fifty-two were scattered around the room, along with various signs saying 'Happy Birthday' and so on hung on the walls. Momo's father was a kind man, letting all those who worked for him be a part of his party. After all, it's not much of a party when it's just him and Momo. They had all sat at the huge banquet table, feasting on different types of sushi and miso soup. Her father enjoyed drinking sake too, and he was drunk, but laughing and having a good time. They sat and conversed until eventually, Hanashi brought out a huge cake with fifty-two candles on it all lighted up for Mr. Hinamori.
"Let's sing Happy Birthday to my wonderful father!" Hinamori announced. Everyone nodded their heads, while her father had a look of oh no on his face. Momo counted to three, signaling everyone to begin singing.
"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you," Everyone began in unison. "Happy birthday to Hiashii, happy birthday to you!"
Momo's father smiled before blowing out all of the candles. Just before he managed to blow all of them out, he suddenly froze, a blank look on his face, then began to cough, pushing his seat back. Momo immediately began to panic.
"Father! Father! What's wrong? Somebody help him!" She panicked. Most everyone stood as if frozen in time. "One of you call 911 right NOW!" Momo yelled. Hanashi was the only one to snap out of her frozen state and immediately ran out of the room to find the nearest phone. Momo watched as her father slumped to the floor, and before she knew it, he was just staring at her with a blank look on his face. Momo put her hand on his chest. He wasn't breathing! What was she to do!
"All of you snap out of it and help me get my father to his room! Quickly!" And just like that, they all seemed to snap out of their frozen state and in a jumbled mess came to her to help her pick up her father and move him off the floor and somewhere more comfortable, but what Momo didn't know, was it was already too late.
Sad music played as a large group of people all dressed in black mourned as a very nicely built cask containing her father's dead body was lowered into the hole in the ground. Momo sat there, staring at her father being lowered into the ground forever. She was shaken. She was lonely. She almost wanted nothing else but to die right there at that moment. She sat next to the only two people she thought she had left as far as family. Her mother had died a year ago in a car accident. Sitting next to her was her aunt Seiko and her daughter Momo's cousin Rangiku, or so she thought.
Walking towards them from the other side of the grave was a man and a woman. Her aunt Seiko gasped.
"Oh the nerve! He has wanted nothing to do with his father and sister and all of a sudden he just shows up!" her aunt mumbled. What did she mean his father and sister? Momo gave her a puzzled look. Seiko's eyes widened. "Oh dear, you didn't know that did you?" She said slapping her hand over her loud mouth.
"You mean… I have a brother that I haven't known about for twenty-one years?" Momo asked in a loud whisper. Seiko nodded.
"Well, he's more like your half-brother. He had a different mother. Oh, and that must be his wife. She's not of our race." Seiko pointed out. It's true. The woman was tall with skin pasty white, green eyes, and blonde hair.
"Hush!" Rangiku said to her mother. "They can hear you!" Momo stared at the man and his wife. She could see some resemblance of the man to her father. Why was he kept a secret though? Momo wouldn't find out till later that night at dinner.
"So Momo," Izuru Loretta began "What do you do for a living? Or do you not work at all?" She snidely said. Momo already didn't like her 'half-sister in-law'.
"I am going to school right now studying law… I want to become a lawyer, and no I don't work. My father wanted me to focus on my schooling." She replied. Loretta just stared at her with an expression on her face that simply read 'whatever'.
"So my sister," Izuru Kira began "How has father been, all these years?" Trying to change the subject.
"Good, until he just randomly died." Momo replied, finding no interest in her food anymore.
"Well… I want you to know, that the reason I am here is because in father's will, he left his house to me, I want to assur-" His wife Loretta cut him off.
"Yes, that's right, so that means you need to pack your things and be gone by tonight."
"Excuse me!" A voice interrupted. The three of them turned to see Hanashi in the door way with an upset look on her face. "This is Mo- I mean Ms. Hinamori's home! You cannot just kick her out!" She said in defense. Loretta looked at her cold blooded.
"Excuse me, SERVANT, but I am the new woman of this household and it will be ran as I please. Momu or whatever is old enough to get out and live on her own. She has no business here." She said in a bitchy manner. "She can take her weird clothes and whatever else with her, but not anything else in this house! If it does not have her name to it, then it is mine!" Momo looked at Kira, as if silently pleading him to say something, but Kira did nothing other than ask his wife to calm down and sit back in her seat. What a loser.
"Hanashi," Momo began as she stood up "It's fine. I would enjoy leaving. I wouldn't want to live here with this twit and feel unwelcome every single day." And without another word, she pushed her chair in, and left the room, leaving Loretta with a pissed off look on her face for being called a 'twit'.
Momo quickly began to rush upstairs to her room, pulling out all the suitcases and bags she owned. She needed to get the hell out of this place. She pulled all of her clothes out of her dresser, any photos she had of her family, all of her other daily things and hastily began shoving them into her suitcases. For the first time since her father died, she began to cry a little, but quickly wiped away the tear, telling herself that she was weak and useless. While in her misery, she heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" She asked, her voice a little crackly from crying. Hanashi opened the door and came in.
"Momo... I'm so sorry. I can't believe that they treated you like this. Something has to be done!" Hanashi protested. "You have nowhere else to go!" Momo snapped for the first time at Hanashi.
"Hanashi! I'm fine! I'm a big girl okay? I can take care of myself. I will go see my aunt. She will let me stay there with her and Rangiku, for a little while at least and then I will figure out what to do." She finished as she shut her suitcase and zipped it up. "I expect you to remain professional and do whatever you need to keep your job here, do you understand?" Hanashi began to open her mouth, but Momo shook her head. "No. Don't say anything. Now would you mind calling Roshi to get my prius ready? I am going to start bringing my bags down." Hanashi just nodded and left the room.
Taking a few trips up and down the stairs, Momo was able to get all her luggage down to the front door, while Roshi began to load up her luggage in the prius. "Momo..." he trailed off sadly.
"Roshi, it's going to be okay. Just keep working hard okay? Thank you for all you've done." Momo said as she put the last bag into her car. She gave him a hug before getting into the driver's side and shutting her door. As she pulled away and out of the driveway, she watched as Roshi waved goodbye.