Disclaimer- I don't, nor will I ever, own Bleach or any of the characters. Kubo Tite is the proper owner. The story idea is mine so please don't steal it (or make fun of it). I may not be a great like Kubo but I have feelings too. (Sniff)

Silk Threads

by: J.M.C.

He was the teacher.

I was his student.

He was my everything.

I was his little girl.

He was a lie.

I was pathetic for holding onto that lie so blindly.

I had Mr. Aizen's class last. It's the only thing that got me through the day. If I'd had him first, the rest of the day would be insignificant. Still I was a good student. And I'm sure that Mr. Aizen would be disappointed in me if I skipped a whole school day.

Not to mention that Toushirou would be on my case about it too. Honestly it really amuses me sometimes that someone who is two years younger than me can act like my guardian. But still he was so cute . . . my little Shiro.

Speaking of the little brat, it was past time for him to meet me for lunch. And lunch was my second favorite time of the day. The first of course being U.S. Government with Mr. Aizen. Not only was he someone that I idolized but he actually made the subject interesting to study. And I'm not the only one who thinks that so don't think that my judgement is tainted by the huge crush I have on him because it's not.

"Yo, Hinamori!"

That was Toushirou. He was the only person under the age of thirty who called me by my last name. Sometimes it was extremely annoying. I mean we practically grew up together so at least he could call me by my first name. But then again I guess it's better than the nickname he calls me when we're alone (don't take that the wrong way).

"Oh my gosh! It's Toushirou Hitsugaya!"

And that was one of the girls from his little fan club. I honestly never believed that anyone would like him much less start a club about him. Shiro isn't exactly the easiest person to get along with. I should know since I've known him for six years. He's a little brat most of the time.

Then again I guess I could see how some girls might be crushing on him. With his striking white hair (they think he bleached it that color in order to show everyone what a rebel he was but it's actually his natural hair color) and ice green eyes (I know it's a strange way to describe them but that's what they look like) and his tough personality he was every sixth grade girl's dream. A little bad boy and it didn't help that he was so cute and would be sure to get even more so as he grew older.

Even upperclassmen paid him some complements on his looks. Of course Shiro never really paid them any mind but it did give him a fat head. Not that he wasn't already a bit arrogant even when we were kids.

Oh and did I mention that Shiro is a genius? Yeah he's a real prodigy. Of course not many know that besides me and some of our friends. He doesn't really apply himself well at school. Says it's a waste of his time. So the teachers think that he's a delinquent because he hardly does any work and treats them as if he were the adult and they were children. He has sent many a teacher into therapy with his frustrating ways.

Of course this behavior only adds to his popularity and practically everyone in the whole school knows who he is. Actually all my friends are very popular which kinda makes me popular too since I associate with them. Although, for me, it's not exactly a good thing.

Not only does everyone refer to me as "Toushirou's friend" or "that girl" but I found out that once you become popular (or in my case semi-popular by association) you have no privacy whatsoever. It's horrible.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even friends with them. I met most of them in the sixth grade. And then they introduced me to their friends and then all of a sudden we had this huge group of people that hung out together.

I don't exactly look like I belong in that group either. So I guess I can understand what people mean when they say "why do they hang out with that girl?". Compared to them I'm just a plain Jane. There's nothing really extraordinary about me. I'm quiet, shy, and most of the time I just let people walk all over me. At least I did when I was in the sixth grade. Back then it was really bad.

But then I met Renji. He was a puzzling character with his bright red hair up in a spiky ponytail.

Some guy had just barreled into me and I spilled all my stuff onto the floor and all the other kids stepped either all over it or all over me but didn't stop to help. Then all of a sudden I'm completely dwarfed by someone's shadow and I look up to see some guy's face not even 2 centimeters from mine.

I panicked and practically clawed the guy's face which caused him to yell out curses and just cause a whole commotion in the middle of the hallway. As a result Renji ended up beating the guy up (since he says it was "that bastards" fault in the first place for knocking me over which then caused him to get his face clawed by "a scrawny girl"when all he wanted to do was help me) then he got suspended and when he came back I apologized to him over and over again because it was kinda my fault in the first place that all that happened.

Of course Renji didn't mind being suspended at all (since he was suspended almost all the time anyway) so then we began to see each other around school more, with him helping me out a lot, and then we became friends.

Now I don't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing because once I met Renji I started to meet other strange people like Kira, Rukia, and Ranginku. But I can say that they made life interesting.

"Hinamori are you going to stand there all day lost in your 'la la la the sky is pink and elephants can fly' world cuz' if you are then I'm leaving," Hitsugaya said as he walked away from me and toward a lunch table where the rest of our friends were sitting.

Man that kid's a real brat!

"Need I remind you little Shiro that I am two years older than you and should therefore be treated with the respect an upperclassman such as my most gracious self deserves." I added the "little Shiro" part just to really annoy him since he hated the fact that I'm taller than him (along with most of the population of our school).

"Well it's funny that you should say that since your behavior doesn't reflect your so called 'maturity' Bed wetter Momo."

"Toushirou Hitsugaya you little twerp!" I yelled at him while he smirked at me and hurried to the table. A lagged back a bit so I could get the hideous blush off my face. I just knew it was there because I always blush the most unattractive bright red whenever he calls me that.

He started calling me "Bed wetter Momo" a little after I started calling him"little Shiro" since he absolutely despised that name so he wanted to get revenge. And as luck would have it (for him at least) he found out my biggest, darkest secret; that I still wet the bed even though I was eight. I was so horrified that I started crying uncontrollably the minute he said it.

But he felt so bad for making me cry that he said he would never tell anyone my secret and even tried to help me stop wetting the bed. Heh, beneath it all that Toushirou is actually a little sweetheart. And with that thought I decided to let the name calling slide (after all I did provoke him by saying "the forbidden name" first).

"Hey Momo hurry up and sit down before I'm forced to sit next to one of Toushirou's and Renji's many admirers."

Ranginku Matsumoto, a really pretty girl with wavy golden blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and creamy smooth skin. The dream girl of every guy in our school. She's also the biggest heartbreaker of every guy in our school and she's only fifteen. When I'm next to her, I feel so drabby and ugly in my clothes. Trust me. It's a horrible feeling. Ranginku could where some old grandma's dress and still get every guy to turn their head. She also had a pretty cool personality and she never acted like she was prettier or better than me (but she was) and that's why we're friends.

"Don't you mean you don't want one of your many admirer's to come and sit by you Ranginku?"

She only smiled at me in response patting the seat beside her. In the end Ranginku Matsumoto always gets her way.

"I knew you'd see things my way Momo."

I told you.

"Maybe if you didn't flirt so much with everyone you wouldn't have so many admirers Matsumoto," Shiro said as he took out his lunch and began to eat.

"But Shiro you have admirers too and you don't flirt with them," she said slyly as she reached across the table to snatch a piece of sushi off his plate, "Or do you? Has our baby finally grown up and discovered girls?" Shiro choked on his food violently while Ranginku and Renji laughed uncontrollably at his expense.

"Shiro!" I yelled worriedly as I ran over to his side.

"Will you two stop clowning around so much and be serious," Kira admonished them as he tried to stop Shiro from choking. Of course Shiro didn't appreciate the gesture since he and Kira weren't on good terms but Kira seemed oblivious to this (as he is about most things) and continued to help much to Shiro's dismay.

"Just lift your arms up Shiro. It'll help the food go down." I told him. Kira then proceeded to lift Shiro's arms while Shiro tried to keep them down. Kira only tightened his hold and told Shiro it was for his own good and to stop acting like a child. That promptly shut Shiro up as he was too shocked by Kira's reprimand and stopped choking completely.

"Nice to know that your still alive brat," Renji replied still grinning from Ranginku's joke from earlier.

"Leave Shiro alone Renji he could have died you know, " I said while I rubbed his back gently.

"I'm fine Hinamori," he grumbled and tried to shake off my arm. I could be just as stubborn as him (especially when I was concerned for his well being) so his attempts were futile and he had to sit with me rubbing his back gently while Renji and Ranginku looked on with identical smiles on their faces.

I swear those two must be on crack or something.

But still, lunch was interesting as usual.

A/N - There it is. My first Bleach fanfic so far. I hope you all enjoyed it and please leave a review telling me what you think. Criticism is welcome but please, no flames.