Hey! So I'm new to fanfic, and got some inspiration for the HistugayaXHinamori pairing. So i decided to write my own. This really just a rough first chapter to see if it interests anyone. If anybody's interested, comment and i'll rewrite it and continue. ~Thanks, Aiko-love-Anime.
I DO NOT OWN BLEACH!
Chapter 1: Thin Ice
I wasn't always like this, frozen and cold. In my past life, I was a crybaby. Yeah, I remember I cried uncontrolably after my father died...
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I liked the snow.
I don't remember where I lived, but there was always snow.
And ice.
But neither ice nor snow killed my father. No, that was fire.
Our only neighbors had a house fire and their daughter got caught inside. My father ran in to save her, a moment before the house collapse in on them in a pile of hellish flames.
I was close to my father, as are many young children, I love and respected him. And just like that... he was gone.
And it was her fault, the neighbor girl's. Who's name I could not remember, who's face I had forgotten. It was her fault. All her fault.
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I went to my first funeral that week. My first...and last. Was it a cruel twist of fate that it had to be own father's?
I cried that day. And for all the days after.
Constantly, continually, I cried.
All through the day and all through the night. I was hospitalized twice in one month for dehydration.
I would sit on my porch and cry so long and hard that my tears would cool and freeze down my cheeks and eventually form icicles at my chin.
I was five and half years old when my father died, and three months later I permenantly lost my voice.
I still continued to cry, silently now, but I still cried. All through the days and late into the nights.
Like my tears, time silently crept passed me. Minutes blurred into hours, and hours blurred into days, and days into weeks, and weeks into months.
Before I knew it, six months had gone by. Winter had come, I remember the snow began to fall heavily again.
This day was like any other winter day, cold and foggy. My mother looked at me in my silent tears, and sat down beside me. She wrapped her arms
around my small body and hugged me gingerly. I could tell she was hurting, not so much for my father anymore, but for me.
"Let's go for a nice long car ride, today." she said, in her gentle, comforting voice.
I picked up the pencil and pad of paper I used to communicate with and wrote:
But it's very foggy.
"Doesn't matter," she said "today is special and I want you to enjoy it." She picked me up and sat me on her lap.
I looked into her saddened eyes. I didn't know why today was speacial, I had lost track of time, or rather it had lost track of me. But, I did not protest, she had lost my father aswell, and with all the grief I'd given her, it was the least I could do to mak her happy. I agreed to a nice car ride.
We got in the car, me sitting directly behind the driver's seat, so I could be as close to my mother as possible, and we left.
The fog only got thicker, the longer we drove.
Soon we couldn't even see where we were going.
And neither could the logger truck in the other lane.
He didn't realize he had crossed into our lane.
Mom swerved.
Closer.
Closer...
Impact.
The sound of shattering glass and crushing metal echoed in my ears. I could hear my mother screaming. I must have shut my eyes, for I can't remember the sights that had taken place. I could only remember the dark.
The dark.
Have I always been in the dark?
My body was numb, my mind blank. I only felt a cool sensation on my face. It was nice. Like snow.
"-shiro!" I heared. Is it just my mind playing tricks on me?
I was dead. I knew I was dead.
"Toshiro!" It called again. It was getting closer, louder. I knew who it was.
"Toshiro!" My mother was calling me back. She was still alive. And her voice was pulling me back.
My eyes opened. My mother was holding me in her arms, but I could no longer feel her imbrace. Nor could I feel the wounds enflicted on my body, that surely had killed me. All this I noticed in a moment. I did not have much time left.
I could feel myself slipping away again, back into the darkness. With great difficulty I lifted my numbed hand to her face.
I love you. I mouthed. With all of my final strenght I tried to speak, but I could not.
Goodbye.
And I passed away.
Six months after my father, on December 20th.
It was my birthday.
The last image of my life I had was my hand on my mother's crying face. Her saddened eyes had lost all hope, and reflecting only my bloody, tear-stained face. It was snowing that day.
I like the snow.
-Aiko-love-Anime speaks-
Hope you liked! If you did review and I'll write the rest! ~Thanks a lot for reading, Aiko-love-Anime.