It has been a long while since I last watched Bleach (and the recent Bleach mangas hardly have Hitsugaya and Hinamori in the story) so the character might be a little off. Okay they might be very off. Whatever haha. It's the story that's important, hope you guys enjoy it! :)

It was a usual winter day, the trees were bare and covered with snow, and the air was dry and chilly. Hinamori was practicing the piano, playing one of her favorite pieces, Chopin's Nocturne Op 9 No. 2. It was a beautiful classic that Hinamori had been playing for years but had never got sick of it, and will probably never be sick of.

"That's beautiful."

Hinamori jumped slightly off from her piano, startled. It was a voice that she had never heard before. She spun around, only to see a white-hair boy standing at the corner of the room. Where did he come from? He was leaning by the window sill, and the white snow outside the window matched magnificently with his angelic white hair. He looked like he's around her age. Hinamori hardly got the chance to see people of her age around in this house, and the excitement grew in her.

"Thank you, who are you?" She asked, curious.

The boy hesitated before answering uncertainly. "Hitsugaya Toushiro."

"Hi! I am Hinamori Momo!" She answered.

"Oh." The boy looked slightly surprised. "You're his granddaughter."

"You know my grandfather?" Hinamori asked, but realized immediately that that was probably a dumb question. They were at her grandfather's house, so he obviously had to know her grandfather to be allowed in this highly secured mansion.

"Yeah, I work for him." Hitsugaya said, somewhat unhappily.

Work? Hinamori thought only adults work. "How old are you?"

"12, I think."

"You think?" Hinamori laughed. "Hey me too, I'm 12 too!" She exclaimed happily. She had been living in this house for too long, facing all the adults every day, so she could not help but be enthralled at this fellow possible boy-of-her-age. "But why do you need to work when you're only 12?"

"Mm." Hisugaya didn't seem keen to answer the question. "That's nothing else to do, I guess." He replied dryly.

"What do you work as?" She asked, interested.

Hitsugaya stared at her exasperatedly. "Erm… I settle customer's complains." He said slowly.

"Wow, that sounds really complicated." She answered, not knowing what it means. "You must be a genius!"

Hitsugaya laughed. "Not really. For one, I can't play the piano."

"But your work is real work that is useful to Grandpa. Playing the piano is useless; it doesn't help in anything." Hinamori grumbled. For so long the only thing she knew was to play the piano and read books; her grandfather did not allow her to do anything else.

"That's not true. You are really good at it." Hitsugaya said earnestly. "It was a beautiful song. Anything beautiful is not useless."

"Aw...t-thank you." Hinamori blushed. She was used to people complimenting her on her playing, but this was the first time anybody had said it so sincerely to her. "Well, this is a beautiful piece on its own. I know! I'll play you another classic. It's also really beautiful, but I've only played it for a year, and I'll be playing it for competition next month."

She turned back to her piano, and placed her hands on the piano. She closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, and started playing.

For 5 minutes, the room was filled with the sound of her piano. Wanting to give Hitsugaya her best performance, she kept her eyes closed, focusing all her thoughts on her fingers. She concentrated on the way she pressed and lifted each key, the way she let the music flow through her and onto the piano. When she was done, the room turned silent, as if the walls had completely soaked up the music and all the other sounds in the world.

Slowly and nervously, she turned around to see Hitsugaya's reaction.

He was staring at her, mouth slightly opened. "That…was beautiful." There was nothing else he could say.

"Really? My piano teacher said I don't have the right expressions for this piece yet." She said shyly. "It's called Liebestraum, which means Love Dream, by Liszt."

"Love, huh?" Hitsugaya laughed. "That was really good, I wish I can hear more, but I got to go now."

"Are you coming back?" Hinamori asked eagerly. "We can hang out and play!"

"Play?" Hitsugaya laughed again. "That would be fun." He took out a pen from his pocket and walked towards Hinamori. He grabbed her hand and wrote: 9pm-10pm, the pavilion at the back of the garden.

"I'll be there every day, Hinamori."He leaned forward and added in a whisper. "Don't tell anybody about this though, okay?"

Hinamori grinned uncontrollably and nodded hard. "Thanks! Er…Shiro haha, Shiro-chan!"

Hitsugaya looked slightly annoyed with the sudden nickname, but he shrugged it off. "Bye, see you." He waved a little before running out the door.

"Bye, Shiro-chan!"

Hinamori stared at the door, grinning stupidly to herself. She looked down at her hand, and caressed the words Hitsugaya wrote. Her heart was bursting with happiness, and...a feeling that she could not describe. She's not quite sure about what she was feeling, but one thing she knew for sure: she was never going to wash her hand.

She turned back to her piano, feeling extremely confident in herself, and started playing Liebestraum again.

Review, please! Thanks for reading :) Hope you enjoyed.