My first Two shot… hope you like it! Thanks for reading! I'm going to be writing a WHOLE TON more of these two-shots, not just on HitsuKarin though. There will be IchigoXOrihime, RukiaXIchigo, UryuXOrihime, and a HitsuHina if someone requests it. Scratch that, if three people request it. I'm sorry, but it's hard for me to write hitsuhinas when I'm the biggest HitsuKarin fan in the world. (Just kidding, I'm not the BIGGEST fan, I'm just close to it.)

Friday night:

"Thanks Toshiro, for the great night." I said, leaning into his shoulder. We had gone to the summer carnival. It was the most fun I'd had in a very long time. We ate cotton candy together, we shared a soda, we rode the Ferris-wheel, and then he took me out on a little row-boat in the moonlight. We watched the fireworks from there. They lit my soul to the very core, their constant boom made me feel happy. But what had made me feel happiest was Toshiro's arm around me the whole time.

"You're welcome, anything for you, my beauty." His tone was genuine. I laced my fingers with his as the boat bobbed comfortingly in the water, making a slight slosh with every rock. The fireworks continued, spiraling up and then exploding in a clash of colors. As a young girl, I would have never imagined myself with someone this amazing. Toshiro had given up his duty as a shinigami to be reincarnated as a mortal on earth. It was hard for him, to lose his spirit pressure, his rank, and especially his friends. He talked about them often. He told me stories and tales about his adventures with them, and he still continued his tradition of eating watermelon at the end of a long day to watch the sunset. Often times, he would invite me, but I knew that this was something personal that only he could relate to. I refused every time only because I could hear the strain in his voice. He was trying to be kind by inviting me, but I knew all he really wanted was to be alone while he remembered all of his friends back at soul society.

Now, as a young adult, I see now that Toshiro and I were meant for each other. We share our secrets, we share our love for each other, and we have always kept our love only to each other. "Toshiro, when the fireworks end, I think it's best if we head home." I said, touching my nose to his neck.

"That's a good idea." He pulled me tighter as another round of fireworks lit the sky. He turned to me and lifted my chin with his free hand. "Did you know? I love you." He pushed his lips into mine, ever so gently. Suddenly, a huge boom surrounded us as the finale of the fireworks started. It lit every shadow on our dark faces. I grazed his bottom lip lightly with my teeth, and suddenly, the boom of the fireworks were just a background noise reduced to a buzz. We parted, still tangled in one another's arms. The fireworks ended, and everything went dark. The pungent aroma of smoke tickled the inside of my nose. I sneezed, covering my mouth with my arm.

"You have a cute sneeze." Toshiro said, kissing my cheek. I blushed beneath his lips. He grabbed the oars and began to row back to shore. I could hear the oars hitting the water, splish, splash, splish, splash. A slight spray of water droplets began to emit from the rowing oars. I dreaded the moment that we hit the shore, but every good moment must come to an end. We said our goodbyes, and then parted ways, back to our own homes.

I walked home in the dark, the touch of Toshiro's lips on my cheek still lingering. The night air was just right. It touched my skin at a comfortable temperature, but made me shiver all the same. Summer was just beginning, and with college finally out of the way, I was able to think more about Toshiro, and our more than perfect nights together. A buzz in my purse pocket startled me. I unzipped the pocket and pulled out my cell phone. It was a text from Toshiro.

Meet me at the beach.

3:30

See you there. 3

I smiled and replied.

Okay, see you there.

Love you.

I sent the message, and then continued walking. I hummed the tune that played endlessly around the carnival as I walked to my apartment. When I reached my apartment complex, I pulled out my key ring and grabbed the key to the apartment entry door. I unlocked it and climbed two flights of stairs in the echoing pillar of stairways. I reached my room and clicked the lock. The minute I entered, I smelled the fruity sweet fragrance of watermelon swirl around me. That was Toshiro's favorite scent, so I bought an endless amount of it to store around my house. It always reminded me of him when he wasn't there to comfort me.

I changed out of my sundress, cardigan, and Toms and into Toshiro's old T-shirt, some faded college brand sweats, and some satin lined slippers. I walked into the kitchen, and even though I was replete, I ate a small wedge of watermelon from out of my fridge. My entire life seemed Toshiro oriented, and some would think that strange, but whenever I was at Toshiro's apartment, he always had my favorite things inside of his room too. Like soccer, for example. He had soccer poster up all over his apartment, just for me.

I shut off the lights in the kitchen, and then in the tiny living room and opened the door to my small bedroom. It was big enough to keep a double size bed, a dresser, a closet, a mirror, and a bedside table. I had a picture of Toshiro in an ornate stand-up picture frame on the nightstand, as well as a beige lamp. My room was clean, except for a pair of soccer cleats, my soccer uniform, and a shopping bag full of new summer clothes for me to wear on dates with Toshiro. Another shopping bag that was filled with casual clothing that I could wear anywhere during the summer sat next to it. I laid down on my bed only to remind myself that I had to brush my teeth. Getting up with an inward groan, I dragged my tired body out of bed and to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth as quickly as I could, but the two minutes it took me seemed like forever. All I wanted to do was fall asleep in my cool, freshly washed sheets. I spit the toothpaste out and turned on the faucet. As I rinsed my mouth, I caught a glimpse of a little note written on the mirror cabinet in front of me.

Toshiro had written it a few months ago when he had stayed the night, and I hadn't washed it off since then. It made me happy to read what he wrote.

You are the love of my life. I sacrificed everything to be with you. When I first met you, I saw a young, strange girl, but as you grew older, I wanted to be more than just friends. I grew to love you. I wanted to caress those lips in mine, to hold you tight, and finally, one fateful night, I did. I love you, Karin.

In that one paragraph, he explained everything our love was, even if it wasn't in the text. Only the one who truly loved him was able to read between the lines and discover what he truly meant. I smiled, and pulled my feet across the carpet, and into my bedroom, where I flopped onto my bed. The few minutes I was awake, I could hear Toshiro's voice in my head. You have a cute sneeze. He had always complimented me on the oddest of things, but they made me feel beautiful either way, so I never told him to stop.

I drifted off into a deep sleep, thinking about my future with Toshiro. Happily married, two children, a big house, a dog, a beautiful backyard, or just an apartment with two stuffed bears, a goldfish, and the city as our backyard, either one would make me happy.

~~3~~

I woke the next morning, satisfied and refreshed. Memories from the night before still lingered in my mind. I took a deep breath of air and then pulled the covers away from me. I gasped and curled into a ball as the cold morning air greeted my skin. I stumbled out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I walked over to the thermometer on the wall and glanced at it. It was 72oF in my apartment. I decided that if it was going to be hot during the day, I would keep it that way, and just have to adjust to the temperature.

I hobbled out of my room, one of my slippers beginning to slide off. Giving up on my slippers, I flipped them off and wiggled my toes. It felt nice to let them breath after a long night of being inside of hot slippers and warm covers. I walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet above the sink. I pulled out a box of cereal and pulled out a bowl from the neighboring cabinet. I poured my cereal, hearing the happy sounds of breakfast clinking in my bowl.

I pulled out the carton of milk and shook it. There was only enough for one bowl of cereal. I made a mental note to get milk at the store before I went to the beach with Toshiro. I dumped the milk into the bowl. The white milk reminded me of Toshiro's unusual white hair. I smiled. He always became agitated whenever I asked him where he got his hair bleached. He always tells me it's natural, but after all of these years, I still think he gets it bleached. That's why I always laugh and run my hand through his hair and say, "I know, I'm just kidding. I love your hair like this, it matches your eyes, perfectly." His eyes were my favorite thing about him. They were wide, handsome, and a beautiful sea green.

I began to eat my cereal, but after one or two bites, I realized that my apartment was too quiet. I turned on the speakers to my ipod and played my favorite song. I continued eating my cereal listening to the song that Toshiro and I listened to on our first date. It brought back good memories, making my cereal two times better. I glanced at the clock. It was eight-fifteen. I swallowed my last bit of breakfast and dumped my bowl into the sink, making another mental note to wash the dishes before my date with Toshiro. I raced into my room and pulled out a pair of knee length shorts, some flip-flops, and a tank-top. I tore off my pajamas and pulled on my casual clothing. I closed my bedroom door behind me, grabbed my keys and purse and left my apartment, the music still on.

I jumped into my car with a shopping list embedded in my memory. I drove to the small department store down the street and a couple of blocks away and wheeled my way into the parking lot. I had to search for a few moments before finding a good parking spot not too far away from the store's entrance but I finally chose one a few yards away from the main doors.

I locked the car door behind me, the car making a loud beep before falling silent. I walked into the store, pulling my bag over my shoulder and then grabbing a shopping cart just inside the door. I pushed the cart into the dry foods isle. I scanned the shelves for bread, cereal, oatmeal, and Ramen noodles. When I had found all that I needed, I dumped it all in my cart and moved on to the produce isle. The cold air from the refrigerators gave me chills as I walked by. I grabbed apples, carrots, watermelon, and some plums. When I had finished at the produce, I made my way to the dairy section. I grabbed two gallons of ice-cream and a gallon of milk. I put them in the cart and then pulled my cart up to the checkout line. The line was nine people long, and as far as I could see, there wasn't any other registers open. I sighed and rested my forearms on the handle of the cart.

The line moved slowly. I put my hand in my purse pocket to check the clock on my phone, but my hand met nothing. I searched in my purse, but still couldn't find my phone. I remembered I had left it at home to charge last night. I sighed again. It was my turn to pay for my items. The man at the checkout was nice, and he started a small conversation with me while he bagged my food.

"Is this food for any occasion?" he asked.

"No, it's just something to restock on food." I said with a smile.

"That's always good." He replied, not hesitating to put the items in the bag. When he finished, he gave me my total.

"Forty dollars and seventeen cents." I groaned inwardly as I pulled out my credit card. The one thing I didn't really have an abundance of was money. Being a recently graduated college student, I hadn't found a job yet that was related to what I had majored in. I was still searching. I gave my card to the man and he swiped it. I thanked him, took my bags and left the checkout line. I deposited my cart in the rows of carts and exited the store. I shoved my groceries into the trunk of my car and closed the top. I locked it with my key and then opened my car door. I got in and turned on my car. I drove out of the parking lot and made a U-turn to take a short cut to my apartment.

When I had reached my apartment, I walked in and emptied the contents of my bags. I put the Ice-cream into the freezer, I placed the milk and produce into the fridge, I placed the bread into the breadbox, and put the cereal, oatmeal, and Ramen into the cabinet above the sink. I washed the dishes and swung my hips to the rhythm of the still playing music. When I finished, I turned off the music. I heard a faint buzzing sound, the moment silence fell.

I searched everywhere in the kitchen to find the source of the noise until I came to my phone. I had missed four text messages from Toshiro.

Don't cross your fingers about the beach, I'm not feeling well.

Said the first message, I read the second.

I don't think that the beach will happen babe, I'm sorry.

My heart fell, and I read the third.

I'm really sick, we'll have to do it another time, I'm really sorry. I promise I'll make it up to you.

My heart seemed to fall to my stomach, rock hard. I hesitated to read the fourth, but I did, despite my knowing the beach wouldn't work out for a while.

It's bad Karin. I need you to take me to the hospital, and soon.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Another text from Toshiro,

Karin, where are you? It's getting so bad. I need you, now.

I grabbed my keys and purse immediately. I raced out the door and down the steps. I switched on my car and began to drive. My phone kept getting text after text from Toshiro. I began to get worried sick, I didn't know what his condition was, all that his texts said was cries for help, that he needed me, and fast. I tried to go the speed limit, but with Toshiro being in such bad condition, I couldn't hardly stay within fifteen miles per hour with the speed limit. I thanked the heavens that I didn't get pulled over. My heart raced and I couldn't help to say a prayer. Toshiro sounded desperate. The moment I turned off my car I jumped out and didn't bother locking it. I raced up to Toshiro's apartment and knocked on the door.

"Toshiro?" I could hear loud hacking sounds from inside. "Toshrio! Open up! It's me, Karin!" I knocked harder and harder, but no one came. I unlocked the door with the spare key that Toshiro had given me and the minute I opened the door, loud, hideous coughing noises could be heard throughout the entire apartment.

"Toshiro? Where are you?" I cried. The noise didn't sound good at all. I walked into the kitchen, talking off my shoes at the entry way before doing so. I didn't see him in here, but what I did see was pools and pools of blood, everywhere.

"Toshiro? What's happening to you!" I screamed. I ran out of the kitchen and followed my way to where the hacking continued. I opened the door to Toshiro's room and when I opened the door, a boom of hacking greeted me, along with the smell of vomit and blood. I found Toshiro on the ground, on his hands and knees. Blood stained his hair, his clothes, the carpet, and the walls. Toshiro didn't look up at me. He continued hacking.

"Oh my goodness Toshiro, what happened?" I said, crouching down over his shaking body.

"K-Kar-in… Ho-s-pital… NOW!" His voice was raspy. I searched for my phone. I realized I must have dropped it with the rest of my things at the door. Toshiro fell onto his side, holding his chest with one hand, and his stomach with another. What had been a wonderful night followed by a wonderful morning had turned into a death trap for my boyfriend. I was panicked. I looked around for his phone, not in his room. The bathroom, maybe? I thought.

I searched in the bathroom as fast as I could. I found his phone by the toilet. The bathroom as well was in the same condition as his room, blood everywhere. I picked up his phone. It was covered in warm, sticky blood. It was hard to dial 911 with my shaking fingers over the slippery, slimy blood. My stomach was beginning to become unsettled. I had never in my life seen so much blood.

I dialed 911 and the receiver rung for a moment. A woman answered.

"9-1-1, how may I help you?"

"I need an ambulance. My boyfriend, Toshiro Hitsugaya is vomiting blood everywhere."

"Okay ma'am, I'll direct you to hospital services."

"Thank you." I said. I could feel my breakfast coming up.

"Hello, Hospital." I doubled up over the toilet and threw up. I spit and then wiped my mouth with a towel.

"Sorry, I need an ambulance, right away. My boyfriend, Toshiro Hitsugaya is vomiting blood everywhere, and think he's passed out in his room."

"address please?"

"Four Mountains apartments, apartment number forty two." I was crying.

"thank you, we will have an ambulance there as soon as we can. Would you like me to stay on the line with you?"

"No, but thank you." I hung up. I raced to Toshiro's side. He was to my prediction unconscious. I was sobbing hysterically. It was only a few minutes before the ambulances came that Toshiro woke up for a few moments only to cough up a pint of blood and then fall unconscious again. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door to the medical team. The hoisted Toshiro onto a gurney and then carried him out.

"Don't let him die, please. He's lost so much blood." I begged. The man carrying Toshiro only grunted and said,

"We'll do all that we can, but there's no promises ma'am." I followed them out all the way except to stop and vomit into a bush. I rode in the ambulance in fear that Toshiro would die on the way to the hospital. I was afraid. Toshiro's skin was almost as pale as his hair, I couldn't do anything for him, but pray and tell him it will be okay.

Okay! What did you guys think? The second chapter will come out soon. :) thanks for reading. Please review, I need to know if the story isn't too rushed.