A/N: Just a little story I decided to write randomly, I don't know where its gonna go, but lets hope its good!

Disclaimer: I don't own bleach...SIGH...

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The first day I saw her, it was a cold, rainy day. Of course, I was okay underneath my umbrella, but she was covering her head with her book bag. I looked over at her as she winced every time the rain hit her face. I let out a big sigh, before I slowly stepped my way to her. She opened her eyes, and felt that the rain wasn't hitting her anymore. She looked up to see the dark hue of the umbrella.
'Oh my gosh! Why is the sky so dark!' she said startled, before realizing that someone was holding an umbrella for her. She looked to her right, to see a short little boy, with fluffy snow-white hair looking down to the ground beside him to avoid eye contact. She lowered her book bag down to her side and started poking him in the head.

'Hey, hey you, What's your name, and why are you letting me use your umbrella?' she asked as she continued to poke him. She only heard a small mumble.

'What'd ya' say?' she said in loud voice.

'My names Toshirou.' he replied silently.

'Well thanks for letting me use your umbrella, and by the way my names Momo.'

A streak of red shot across his face, he looked farther out into the street so she wouldn't see.

'Your pretty short, what grade are you in? 1st grade? Because I remember seeing this one kid that was waaaay- 'she was cut off by him.

'NO!!! I'm in the 3rd grade, same as you, I even have the same teacher as you!' he said angrily, he didn't like it when people talked about his shortness, ' You act like you've never seen a short person before!'

'NOT AS SHORT AS YOU!!!' she yelled back, and then started laughing. A scowl crossed his features. She continued laughing, he then waited for the right moment, and removed the umbrella from above her. The cold rain, that was coming down much harder now, drenched her.

'Ahhh!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!' she yelled out, putting her bag above her again. He closed his eyes, and crossed his arms and looked away, 'humph' was his reply.

'I'm really sorry, I won't talk about your awkward shortness ever again, I promise!' she replied quickly, to get his attention. He opened one eye and looked at her.

'Fine, but you have to hold it.' positioning the umbrella comfortably above them both.

' What? Your short little arms can't hold it up any longer!' she once again started laughing, and he, once again removed the umbrella from above her.
'Oh come on Toshirou, I was just playing around!'

'No, you promised.' he once again looked in an opposing view of her, and started walking away.

'NOOO!!! Don't go!' she quickly fixed her bag, and started chasing after him.

'You can't go, what if I get really, sick, and get hypothermia, and DIE, you'll never see me again, and it will be all your fault!!!' He quickly turned around, 'What are you talking about, its not even that cold, I like this kinda weather.' he said, not realizing that she was following him. Being uncoordinated and clumsy as she was, she tripped over his foot, and landed in a puddle of mud.

It Toshirou's turn to laugh now.

Tears began to fill her dark hazel eyes. 'How could you be so mean to trip me!' she said in sad voice, wiping forming tears away.

Tears wear in Toshirou's eyes as well, but for a different reason.

'Ehh? I tripped you? You tripped over my foot when I was turning around!'

More tears formed in her eyes, he dropped the umbrella, and his bag, now worried. He set out his small hand in front of her. Hundreds of different insults filled her head at that very moment, but she didn't say it, she gladly accepted his hand. It was the first time there eyes met directly. His icy-blue, and hers hazel brown.

He pulled her up, they were both wet now. They both looked away as they blushed, Toshirou even walked off to grab the umbrella and his bag.

'Okay, lets start over.' she said in her bubbly voice, as she tried to brush the mud off. 'Hi. Im Hinamori Momo, what's your name?' she put her hand out as if to receive a handshake.

He looked at her with a dull expression on his face. 'My names Hitsuguya Toshirou.' he said still looking at her hand as if she expected him to shake it. She gave him a cold stare.

'What do you want, Momo?'

'Shake' was all she said.

'You can't be serious, haven't we gotten passed this?'

'Shake' she said again. He let out a long sigh. 'Fine' he replied, as he grabbed her hand and shook it. He looked away as he began to blush.

'Are you blushing Shiro-chan?!, hey, that's a great name for you, I think I'll call you that more often!' she said happily.

'No I'm not, it just because-' he paused trying to think of something to say. '-because its cold.' he thought quickly.

'Wait, I thought you said you liked this weather?'

'So' he looked away from her.

'Awww, how cute, My little Shiro-chan is blushing' she said trying to pull him into a hug.

'Shiro-chan?! Where'd you get that from! don't call me that!' he replied trying to escape her hug, but to no avail. Since Momo was taller than him, instead of a hug, she ended out choking him.

'Momo! Get off me, your killing me!' he said as he flailed his arms around. She let go of him, as well with a little laugh. He picked up his bag and umbrella, as he moved back underneath the lamp post where he was before.

Hinamori put her bag back on as well. She came in very close standing contact of him, and tried to take the umbrella from his hand. With a few tries and a couple of hard shakes, she was victorious over the small boy, she smiled, and held it high in the air, covering both of them.

He put his hands in his sweater pockets, and let out a long sigh.

'What have I gotten myself into now?' he looked up to her.

She cocked her head to the side and smiled her pigtails would move as she did. 'Oh my Shiro-chan!'

He looked back down and nodded his head, 'A whole lot of trouble.'

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A/N: How'd ya like it? please reveiw, it helps me think, im open to all ideas!