Marrying the wrong girl

Chapter One

By Hitsuhina Fanatic


A.N: Hello guys I'm back from my long hiatus, I guess i owe an explanation... During the past 4 months I struggled to write, even a few words and then my writing phase just fizzed out but now I'm back with the new and improved version of 'Marrying the wrong girl' Tilda (collab partner) bleachness fizzed out too :L And she has no motivation to finish the story so I'm re-writing the whole thing. Enjoy this new story, well I hope you do


My name is Toushiro Hitsugaya; I am the well-known prince of Sereitei. I am the young age of 17 but I sometimes feel like I an old man maybe because of my genetic white hair. I have always wanted to be king, not for power but to protect like my father did with his people. But father died when I was six years old. It was the last time I cried. I'm due to become king when I'm 18 but the catch is I have to be married.

I understood why I had to be married though, but the thought scared me. Spending your time with one girl for the rest of your life, being with her every waking moment. Could you be in love that long? Or do you get used to it? The question remains a mystery.

My mother and I never have been close; she is quite a cold woman. But I guess that's where I inherited my personality from. Father used to tell me stories about mother when we were together she had the most beautiful smile and father became instantly attracted my mother's emerald eyes and bleach white smile. I supposed they were in love because my mother has been a cold woman ever since father died. When father was alive, mother would always read me bedtime stories, tuck me in bed and ruffle my hair before I went to sleep. Those were the good times.


The bright sunrays shoot like daggers onto my futon; I'm blinded by the vibrant beams of yellow. I toss and turn, scrunching my eyes but it's no use. I open up one eye revealing a turquoise green eye. I hiss like a vampire as the light is too bright. My eyes were still heavy from sleep so I rubbed them; beside me was a bucket with fresh, clean water, a clean white towel laid neatly beside it. I grab the towel and dip it in the cold crisp water and wring it. I place it on my face instantly perking my features up and then I drop it back in the bucket. It makes a splash and some of the drops land on the wooden floor but I don't care since the sun will dry it up. I sat up and look beside me, an empty futon. Hmph Karin must be up already I think. Karin is my beautiful fiancée; we're getting betrothed in one month. I couldn't wait because Karin was the love of my life.

The dining room smelt of fresh bacon and eggs. It was divine. I walk down the steps eagerly towards the table with my mother and my darling soon to be wife Karin. When I reached the table Karin stops conversing with my mother and smiles, I give a smile back and I give Karin a peck on the cheek. She blushes.

"Toushiro! Not in front of your mother." Karin says shyly. I let out a chuckle.

"Mother knows we're not kids Karin." I teased, Karin blushes even more.

"Eat your breakfast Toushiro." Mother says in an irritated tone as she continues cutting her bacon with a knife and fork. If you were a visitor to the castle you would think my mother was being rude but I was used to it. My mother is cold, since I was six and have been since then. I let out a sigh and quietly got into my seat and started loading bacon and eggs onto my plate. It is an awkward silence as the family eats breakfast, this was how it was. I wasn't close to mother and mother wasn't close to anyone.

Breakfast had finished and I left the table, Karin knew my schedule so she didn't ask where I was going. It was a good thing she didn't ask too. I didn't like girls who were possessive. I walk out of the castle and start descending the dirt path that led to my sensei's training ground. It was a tacky wood structure that was made years ago; sensei had no money to redo it so it looked abandoned.

"Sensei I'm here." I say as I rapped the door. I hear a woman and a man speaking distinctly, I am a man who doesn't eavesdrop so I walked around the back where sensei kept the practice swords. They're wooden so they weren't harmful to anyone. I hear the door creaking open meaning sensei and his visitor had finished their conversation so I head back to the front with two worn down wooden swords in my hands.

"Thank you so much Kenpachi Sensei." An unfamiliar voice says cheerfully, it sounded like a girl. I reached the front entrance and my instincts were right, a petite girl with dark brown hair and warm chocolate orbs, flashing a grateful smile to my sensei.

"It's no problem Momo; I need a break from it anyway." Kenpachi sensei said gruffly. I was quite confused, what did sensei need a break from? I walk over, Kenpachi sensei notices me.

"Ah~ Toushiro-Sama, this is Hinamori Momo." Kenpachi gestures to the girl. I look at her; She looked like she was the same age as me but she was seriously vertically challenged. I smirk at my thought. She tilts her head wondering why I smirked; I realized I might've offended her. I give a bow, the traditional way to greet someone in Japan.

"Nice to meet you Hinamori-San." Hinamori bows too.

"Nice to meet you too Hitsugaya-Sama." She replies respectfully, I stand up straight from my bow and face Kenpachi sensei.

"What are we doing for training today Sensei?" I ask, Kenpachi's arm reaches the back of his head and he rubs his head, with an expression that showed he had a juicy secret.

"Ah you see, I'm taking a break from this town and I'm making you the sensei from now on till I get back." Shock goes through my head. Me a sensei?

"But sensei I'm not ready."

"Oh nonsense you are more than ready."

"Who will I be teaching sensei?"

"Momo." I pull another shock face, what's a woman doing learning kendo? Hinamori puts a hand on her hip.

"Don't act so shock that a woman is learning kendo." Hinamori scoffs, I try to retaliate.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are." She insists, Kenpachi interrupted

"Well kids, I would love to stay and chat but I need to get to my holiday. Toushiro you don't need to train Momo today." I start to retreat but I don't forget about Hinamori

"Tomorrow 3 o'clock don't be late." As I left, I heard my new student mutter a smart comment

"The prince is kind of an icicle isn't he?" Kenpachi roared with laughter.

"I am not." I whisper but it was only loud enough for me to hear


A.N: Hope you enjoyed the new, improved first chapter of Marrying The Wrong Girl

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