This is a very short HitsuHina oneshot, it's everything but fluffy. I'd call it more of Hitsugaya mussing over what happened and then when he can't take the pain anymore, commits seppuku which is formal Japanese suicide. Just Google it for more information.
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Disclaimer: This one-shot contains sadness, character death and seppuku. I do not wish to be blamed if someone actually commits harakiri after reading this. Furthermore, I do not own BLEACH! Characters, they all belong to Tite Kubo.
Fairytale
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Hitsugaya Toshiro, Captain of 10th Company, youngest one to that and wielder of most powerful ice-based zanpakuto in Soul Society, could also be called a broken man. Not many knew that two most important persons in his life were lost during Winter War, fallen in battle, almost 50 years ago. Yet the wounds, the deep scars on his soul and in his heart, pained him, drove him insane, made him suffocate, and he could not, would not, forgive himself.
Never.
They couldn't be healed and emptiness that filled his heart could not be occupied.
No glasses could hold his tears and no sake could drown his sorrow.
It was his fault that Hinamori and Matsumoto were killed, he would never be the same man, not without them.
Rangiku was his Lieutenant, friend and someone he owed greatly, someone that he'll never be able to tell a simple 'thank you', someone he'll never be able to repay. Because everything he became, was thanks to her... And now she was gone because of him.
He laid soundlessly in his bed, unable to sleep, hunted by memories, thinking back, back to Winter War, back to time he rose his sword against and drove his sword through Momo's chest mercilessly... and time when he could not aid though lying mere meter away, he watched in pain as she died, a lone tear gliding down her cheek.
Now, almost 50 years after that day, after that pain, a lone tear glided off his cheek. He will always loathe himself for being so terribly helpless. He'll always curse himself for his arrogance and foolishness, for not being able to tell her just how important she was to him, that he loved her deeply, and not being able to tell Matsumoto a 'thank you'.
He hated himself for his weakness as he sat on floor of his quarters with wakizashi lying before him. He abhorred himself as he cleaned the blade with snow white wipe. And he feared himself as he rose the blade and jabbed it inside his stomach, blood spreading over his white kimono and small trail of blood oozing from his mouth.
At last he was finally free from pain of lose, only his pain and pain of others lingered long after he was gone...
Sometimes we're not allowed to have a happy ending, our fairytale will never be, when the world crumbles beneath our feet, we have nothing to loose...