Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

A/N: Okay, I know this was supposed to be an epilogue to "Change of Heart," but I decided to make this into its own little story. It'll be short, I promise! Enjoy!

Edited 07/11/2012

You're Real?!

Despite his depression, Kiyomori was happy to see his best friend smile. He was right all along. She really did need him even if Hitsugaya didn't deserve her. He just hoped that the ghost –or shinigami, was it?– took care of her, because in spite of being human rest assured that the bishōnen (pretty boy) would not hesitate to beat the snot out of him.

He couldn't help but chuckle at his empty threat. Who was he kidding? Never mind decking the guy in the face, Karin would be the one to kill her boyfriend. Godly or not, you didn't want to mess with an angered Kurosaki.

He sighed and shook his head. No matter what he did, he couldn't get her out of his mind. He wondered if the pain would ever subside.

"WATCH OUT!"

Shocked by this new voice, Kiyomori frantically looked around him. He didn't understand why someone would shout like that because (a) he was nowhere near the streets, and (b) he was isolated from everyone.

But before he knew it, something hard hit his head and the boy blacked out.

When he came to several minutes later, Kiyomori felt like he was dreaming. He felt light-headed and the world around him was spinning out of control, especially the trees. They looked as if they were dancing to the wind's hymn, swaying and turning. He almost felt sick looking at them.

"Are you okay?"

Turning to the source of the voice, Kiyomori found himself staring at a beautiful figure with luscious lavender hair.

"I know I asked God to help me with my heartache, but I didn't think he'd actually send me an angel," he said, taking a good look at her. "Are you for real?"

Unable to comprehend what he just said, she whistled in a wow-this-guy-is-crazy tone. "I don't know what's worst that lame pick-up line or the fact that I may have given you a concussion." She looked away from his gaze, yelling, "Ren, get over here!"

Looking in the direction she had turned to, Kiyomori saw a blond boy walking towards them.

"Don't tell me you hit someone again." He sighed. "How many more people have to suffer at the expense of your anger, Fia?"

"It's not my fault he didn't listen to me. Just help me get him up!"

He rolled his eyes. "Why is it that every time you do something bad I have to clean up your mess?"

She looked at him with innocent eyes and replied in a sweet voice, "Because you love me."

At her words, Kiyomori suddenly became protective over his guardian angel. Who the hell was this guy and why did he have to take away his angel. Hadn't he suffered enough after practically handing Karin to his rival?

"No!" he yelled, fearing that she would leave him even though they just met. "She's mine! Get your own angel!" Somehow through his daze, Kiyomori had managed to wrap his arms around her waist protectively. "Stay away from her, demon! You hear me?"

He knew he probably sounded insane at the moment, but what did it matter? This was all a dream. And if he couldn't have the girl of his dreams, then he might as well settle for this imaginary one…at least until he recovered from his heartbreak.

Jumping back from his angered and protective stance, Ren simply laughed. "Are you kidding me?! I'd rather be locked away in an asylum than be involved with her romantically! Just take her already!"

More embarrassed than anything, she blushed. "Thanks, Ren. You're such a man," she sarcastically growled. "Now stop being an idiot and get him off of me!"

"No way! The guy looks like he'll bite my head off if I get any closer. You do it yourself."

"Man up, will you? He's just delusional. We have to get hi…"

Halfway through their conversation, Kiyomori's eyes started to droop. He couldn't resist the vertigo any longer.

'Good dream,' he thought and let the darkness overcome him once again.

Ω

When he came to a second time, Kiyomori felt like he got run over by a car. Not only was his head throbbing in pain but he had no idea where he was. And to top it off, that angel from his dreams was still here.

"You're awake!" Without thinking, she hugged the boy and Kiyomori blushed at the proximity. "Thank God!"

'No,' he berated himself. 'This is just a dream. Now wake up!'

But no matter what he did, the girl just wouldn't disappear.

"Hang on. I'll go get my father."

The angel left minutes later and a man in a white coat entered the room.

"How are you feeling, son?"

Hesitantly, he answered, "I-I'm alright for the most part. But why are y—"

"You were hit by a softball this morning. It's a miracle your skull didn't crack from my daughter's hit. She can hit the thing pretty hard when she's angry."

He gulped. "D-daughter?"

"The girl that brought you in earlier." He held out a flashlight and checked his eyes. "She's as soft as a kitten, but get her mad and…" He whistled. "You just don't want to go there."

Due to his headache, Kiyomori shut his eyes tight and looked away.

"Hmm… You seem alright, but I'll have to keep you overnight just to make sure you don't have any concussions. That okay?"

Unable to respond, the bishōnen simply nodded his head.

"I'll be back in a bit."

When the man left, the girl came back in.

Funny, if the girl from his dreams was a real person and not an angel, then wouldn't that have meant that his words were heard? Kiyomori's eyes widened from the revelation. HE ACTUALLY SAID THOSE THINGS TO HER?! God, as girlie as it sounded, the boy wanted to crawl into a hole right now. He felt like such an idiot!

"I'm sorry about hitting you on the head," she apologized sheepishly. "I was angry at my mother and I just had to let it all out. How was I supposed to know you were there? I mean it was early in the morning, and the place was deserted…"

As the girl continued to babble on about how and why she was there, Kiyomori mentally scolded himself. How could he have been so stupid?! She must have had a riot when he told her all of those things. And that guy… Not cool.

"Uh…" he began, effectively interrupting her. "About earlier…"

The girl seemed to blush at that. "Yeah… You were pretty possessive. Hehe."

"I'm sorry about that. I'm not usually lik—"

She smiled. "No worries. It's been years since someone's ever done that to me." Her blush deepened. "It was endearing, really."

"But what about your boyfriend? He must have been jealous."

"My boyfriend? You don't mean…" A smile made its way to her lips and the girl just had to laugh. "Are you serious? Ren is not my boyfriend!"

"But I thought—"

"Trust me, even if he was the last person on earth, I'd never date him." When her laughs subsided, an idea popped into her head. "Speaking of dates, how about I take you out tomorrow? I kind of owe you for…you know…hitting your head and all."

"I don't know… I don't think I'm ready to date yet…"

"Don't be ridiculous! It'll be fun! And worst comes to worst, you don't even have to think of it as a date. Just think of it as a friend treating another friend. C'mon, please? I'd feel real bad if I didn't treat you to anything."

After much thought and insistence on the girl's part, Kiyomori couldn't find the strength to say no any longer. Maybe he did need this. It would certainly help him get over Karin.

"Okay. It's a date."