Hey guys, here's a fanfic that I wrote for my friend, That-Hatter. She is a talented writer and I suggest that you go and check out her work. Please enjoy this story. ^_^
A cold reality.
The silhouette of the tenth division's captain could be seen just outside squad four's rehabilitation section. He sighed deeply, and watched as his breath became visible against the darkness of the cold night. He had spent most of the day in his office, and by his best friend's hospital bed. He had stepped outside to think about recent events, which had affected so many that were close to him. Momo was hurt, as was his Lieutenant and many more that he had grown to like. Toshiro closed his eyes, in an attempt to pull away from reality, and sink into an ideal world, but he wasn't allowed entrance as a familiar face kept popping up and sending him back to the cold reality.
"I couldn't protect her," he mumbled under his breath. He held himself, as he felt his body shake. The horrific scene flashed in his mind. Crimson blood dripping down his sword, as he held onto the warmth of his friend. Her eyes became blank as she whispered to him.
"Why shiro-chan?"
As the voice echoed throughout his mind, Toshiro broke out of his shaking and tried to reach out to the illusion of him holding Momo.
"I'm sorry." He called out, but soon retreated into himself realising that he had spoke aloud. Luckily no one was around to see the snow white captain shout at the unknown.
The small captain couldn't help but blame himself for what had happened; after all it was his Hyourinmaru that pieced through her. It was something he knew that he would never forget.
His focus moved to his lieutenant. He couldn't help her when she needed him. Why he lied helplessly in the world of the living, she had found strength to go after the ones that had cause Momo, and many others, so much pain and grieve.
He is supposed to be a captain, and yet he couldn't do what his subordinate could.
"Is that all I have," he thought to himself, "I need to get stronger."
That face popped up again, he was smiling at the child-like captain. It was strange; Toshiro didn't understand how he could be smiling after everything that had happened. He could have lost his only son during the fight to save both worlds, and as a result of the battle his son did lose his abilities. How could he be smiling?
Toshiro only saw the man for a second, while he was in the world of the living, and yet he couldn't mistake his greasy jet black hair and his predominate chin. In that moment Toshiro felt safe, that he could depend on this man to save him. It was nostalgic to the captain to see him, and it brought back some memories of the past.
"What would you have done?" He mumbled to the moon, as if it was going to reply.
I do hope you enjoyed, I know it's a little short but good things come in small packages…above all I hope That-Hatter liked it. Any reviews are much appreciated.