AN : Please reveiw, I would like an insight on my writing. Possible improvements?
Dissclaimer : I do not own Hitsugaya, as much as I would want to...
Why Do You Care?
I've asked you a million times, you always answer the same.
I've wondered a million times, why do you care?
The knife isn't that sharp, I won't cut deep.
But still you scold me, tell me, no beg me not to.
"Why do you risk it? Huh, Shiketsu? Why risk death, there's too much to lose."
"Like what? Huh, Captain Toshiro? What is there really to lose? Nothing! It won't matter in a few years. I'll be old and you'll be with Momo."
The same old fight, that's how it started.
"Momo? But I've told you. I love you Shiketsu! Not Momo."
"But I'm just a human."
It always ended the same too.
Why do you waste your time with me?
Why do you act like you care?
"Shiketsu, that does't matter to me."
"Well, it should! Why do you care about a lousy human? All I am is flesh and bones."
"And all I am is a spirit trapped in a Gei-gai."
"Not all the time."
That's what I'm trying to tell you.
"Just leave me alone."
He would leave, but then come the next day and he would be there. Right there, in front of the old flower garden.
Just waiting for me to walk by.
He would stop me and examine my wrist.
Then he would get angry because of the bandages, fresh blood specking the surface.
Yet he still came, still waited everyday.
Every night he would come to my window and into my room. Trying to stop me from doing it.
From cutting.
"Why do you care?"
He was always a minute too late.
He would always bandage my wrist then he would yell.
"Why do you care?"
He would never answer me, when I would ask that question. He would never answer.
Then he would leave, but not before a soft kiss.
One for my lips, then for each wrist.
But still I ask: Why? Why do you care?
One Saturday was differant than the rest though, he didn't yell.
He didn't freak.
He just sat on my bed and put his head in his hands.
I would ask the famous question : Why do you care?
He finally answered my question.
"Why do I care? Why do I try to stop you? Shiketsu, I could fall for Momo, I could love her, marry her. Hell, mabye even a kid or two. But it wouldn't...feel...right. It's like part of me, a part of me you created, would die. Crumble away, I could never be happy with her."
"Why?"
"Because, she's not you. She doesn't act like you, smell like you or even think like you. Shiketsu I care because you are the person I will love and that I will marry. We will be. I know it."
I still didn't understand...love?
"Shiketsu, I love you."
"I-I can' say the same for one very simple reason : I've never felt love before, therefore, I've no idea what it is."
He would smile at me, eyes gleaming against the fragments of the moonlight shining through my window.
"Love, when you feel that you would rather die than to be away from someone. To journey across the world to see their face. And to take a blade just to feel their touch."
He would do what I never dreamt, what I never expected.
He cut his wrist, as one drop fell my heart broke. When the second dropped, my soul burst into flames. By the third I was in tears.
"Why are you doing this?"
He smiled and hugged me, closing the gaps up, filling in the missing peices of the puzzle.
"Because, I care about you. I always have."
"Hitsugaya..."
"Huh?"
"Thanks."
"For what?" He pulled away and gave me a blank look.
I pulled him back into an embrace and inhaled his intoxicating aroma that seemed to flow throughout my very being.
"For caring."
AN : Um...I'm sorry if it's a little cheese-y-ish.