A Lifeful of Lies

by kazuko59

For Hitsugaya Toshiro, it is both a curse and a blessing to have an eidetic memory. It makes his life far more complicated than he would like it to be, but the memories of a silver haired man visiting him when he was far younger was sure worth all the lies. But when after years of pretending something that seems to be the end happened, he finds himself struggling to keep on going.

1. Prologue

k59: an idea that came to me n wouldn't leave.. i'm posting the either-will-be-prologue-or-beginning first to see how is the reaction to this.. to be honest, i'm still thinking of the type for this story, short one-shot thing or multi-chaptered, seeing that i suck in writing multi-chapter.. i'll still upload the next part nonetheless though.. i'm just still thinking of how long this should be.. anyway pls leave ur thought^^~ that said, enjoy the story~

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A Lifeful of Lies - Prologue

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"Come on, Shiro-chan. Just a bit more."

The six month old's face scrunched up in frustration as the silver haired man kept moving away from him. The small child's turquoise eyes were locked on the man as he took a shaky step forward.

"That's it. Just a little more."

The small tyke let out whine before plopping onto his bottom. The man sighed when the child then proceeded to crawl forward instead of walking.

"Shiro-chan," the man scolded small child, who didn't seem to notice as he was busy squealing, as he scooped the tyke up into his arms. "You are not supposed to crawl, you're supposed to walk. Let's try again, shall we?"

The silver haired man placed the young child onto his feet again, but it seemed like the tyke have different idea. His small hands gripped onto the sleeves of his shihakusho tightly, refusing to let go and clinging to him while babbling happily.

"Toshiro," the man sighed again.

"Really now, Gin-kun. Don't be too hard on your son. He'll walk when he wants to," came an eldery female voice from the entrance of the small house. In her hands were several foods that she had just bought.

The young man, Gin, frowned, "Fuyuka-san, I've told you before that Toshiro is not my son."

"Ah, yes, yes," the old lady laughed pleasantly as she moved to the kitchen side of the house. "Forgive an old lady for keeping on forgetting. You did name him."

Gin couldn't help but sigh at that. Every time he went for a visit, Fuyuka-san always called him Toshiro's father one way or another, which in truth he actually was. It was as if she was trying to remind him that he has a son.

Giving a wry smile, Gin gathered the still babbling white haired baby in his arms, nuzzling the little nose and making his son shrieking in delight.

"You know, Shiro-chan," he laid back onto his back and held the little child up above him with his arms. "If I had my way, that bastard Aizen would have rot in hell ages ago and we will be with your mother living in the Seireitei right now. She would have spoiled you rotten, saying that you're her little angel."

The little child gave a cute yawn and the man chuckled, placing his son on top of his chest and cradling him.

"Well," Gin ran a hand through the sleepy child's white hair, "If it makes it better, you are my little angel, Shiro-chan." He lightly pressed a kiss on the child's head, "I just hope that I'll be able to tell you the truth someday."