"Look! Rangiku and Rukia are here! I'm going to go dance with them Shiro-chan!" sixteen year old Momo Hinamori exclaimed, making her way to the club's dance floor.
Her best friend Toshiro Hitsuguya dubbed "Shiro-chan" headed toward the bar. The two had been best friends since birth, and Toshiro had always viewed it as his duty to protect his precious, naïve Momo. As children, they had been next door neighbors until age ten, when Toshiro's caretaker and grandmother passed away. He took the death very well, knowing his grandmother was old, and with his rather large inheritance, he was able to rent a nice apartment on the west side of Sereitei. The day after the funeral, Momo returned to the house she lived in with her parents and bore witness to their gruesome murders. The murderer then pursued her out the back door and into the woods before being forced to flee by the arrival of the police, vowing to return for her, reinforcing Toshiro's desire to protect her. Her parents' deaths devastated Momo, and she sobbed until the end of the funeral. With her parents' small fortune, she rented a large three bedroom apartment on the east side of Sereitei. As their high school was in the center of town and the two spent nearly all of their time together, one of the bedrooms in Momo's apartment belonged to Toshiro, and held half of his clothing and belongings for when he slept over, which was pretty much every school week. Over the years, the two began to love each other romantically, but because they were oblivious to the other's feelings and feared losing the friendship, neither spoke nor acted upon it. Now in the summer before their junior year, both did try to express themselves. Momo through her exquisite singing, and Toshiro through his protecting of her.
"Momo… how can you not know what you do to me? You look so sexy right now…. I just want you so badly…" Toshiro thought lustfully. That night, she had decided to wear a black halter top dress that was skintight then flowed out at the waist. The two friends never usually drank, seeing as they both had a low tolerance for alcohol, but that night Toshiro did.
Many, many drinks later, Momo approached her friend, only to find him drunk. "Shiro-chan! You never drink! Well I guess you did tonight, but you don't normally…. Anyway come one! I have to get you home!" she exclaimed, supporting Toshiro as they made their way out of the bar and down the dark, empty streets of the hours close to midnight. Just as they reached the mouth of a dark alleyway, Toshiro pulled her into its dark depths and threw her on the ground, pinning her body down with his own. "Toshiro what ar-"she was silenced with his hand clamped firmly over her mouth.
"Shhh, Momo. We don't want people to hear, do we? Not that there's anyway outside at this time of night. Tell me, Momo, do you have any idea how badly I want you?" he asked angrily as tears streamed down Momo's face, "No… No of course you don't, you're too innocent…But we'll just have to change that won't me?"
He ripped of her dress and underwear, touching, kissing and licking every inch of her body. He then swiftly took his own clothing off and thrust into her, still covering her mouth to silence her screams and sobs. "Oh god, Momo. You're so good" he whispered over and over until he was finished. He dressed both of them, and then got up, dragging Momo to her feet. "Let's go back to your apartment and have even more fun," he said, then he collapsed.
A shaking Momo pulled out her cell phone from her long neglected purse and dialed the familiar number of the Kurosaki Clinic. "You'll find Toshiro Hitsuguya passed out in an alleyway past the Shiba's bar," she said shakily, "I need to be checked in too because I was… I was raped."