-Reasons, Part 1-
Bleach (Hitsugaya x Hinamori): Part 1 of short stories about my favorite couples in Bleach. Enjoy. ;
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-Regret-
"DAMN IT!!"
The 10th Squad's Captain slammed his fist into the wall. Shaking with anger, he continued to punch the wall. The white wall that stood between him and... what? A vice-captain? A friend? Sister? Or something more...?
Panting, he slumped into a chair and stared blankly at his bloody knuckles. Glancing up at the wall, he was semi-shocked to see blood - - his blood - - smeared on the walls.
But he didn't care. The only thing that mattered right now was that Hinamori Momo, his Hinamori, survived the brutal attack that her beloved Aizen-taichou gave her.
Hitsugaya laughed bitterly. His laugh filled the empty room. A going-away gift. That's what it was. He thought. That bastard...
Suddenly the loud noise of a door opening startled the captain out of his dark thoughts. It was Unohana. "Unohana-taichou!" Hitsugaya said, unaware of what news she was bringing.
Unohana's eyes wandered from her bloody wall to Hitsugaya knuckles to Hitsugaya. She breathed in deeply. "Hitsugaya-taichou, I have news of Hinamori-fukitaichou."
"What.. What it is?" He asked, picking up her tone.
"Hinamori has, for now, escaped death..." Unohana said slowly. "But..."
"But?!" Hitsugaya echoed, his eyes starting to look... frantic? "But what??"
"She is now in a coma." Unohana replied calmly. "I do not know if she will survive."
Instead of reacting violently as Unohana assumed he would, the news hushed Hitsugaya. He leaned against the wall, starting to space out again. "Are you sure?" He asked quietly.
"Yes," She said. "There is nothing more I can do, Captain."
"No..." Hitsugaya's eyes went from angry and violent to depressed and hopeless in a second flat. His eyes began to get misty. "Hina...mori... You can't..."
Unohana understood what he was going through and left the room, leaving him to himself and his thoughts.
Hitsugaya felt hollow inside. The whole reason he had become a shinigami... His best friend... The one he loved most... His Bed-Wetter Momo... now hung in the balance of life and death.
But strangely, he didn't feel sad. Or Angry. One feeling rattled inside him like a penny in a empty tin can.
Regret.