Hitsugaya Toshiro was not a strong person when it came to Hinamori Momo. Momo, in fact, was his very weakness. Being stabbed through twice, and murdered by himself was not a good start to a nice close of the Winter War. Nothing could compare to the sheer hatred he felt for that thing. Aizen proved to be the most vile thing since, well...ever.

Today just happened to be the day of her funeral. Today was the day he wished he was in the way of Aizen during the Winter War. Today was Hell.

Taicho? It s time to go. Um, are you okay? The right goes over the left this time, taicho. It s a funeral. Matsumoto Rangiku said, worried for her taicho s well-being.

Y-yeah. I just forgot. One minute-...there. Got it, Hitsugaya mumbled, wanting this day to be over. I ll be there in a minute. I ll meet you in the office.

It was springtime. The irony was about to destroy Hitsugaya s mind. This was Momo s favorite season. Momo... Tears were forming in the young captain s eyes. But they would never spill over.

Shiro-chan? Why do you insist on spitting watermelon seeds at me? That one got in my eye...ouch! Shiro-chan...

It s Hitsugaya-taicho now. Bedwetter-Momo.

And with that, Hitsugaya Toshiro, braced himself for a long, painful day.