Dear Toshiro,
I don't know if you've been reading my letters—I don't know if they're even getting to you, really—but I hope you are. How are you? I hope you're well. I have another concert next Saturday. It's in Karakura Town. If you're not to busy with captain stuff, you should come.
I miss you, Toshiro. I miss having my best friend around. It sucks.
I understand, though. I really do. You have responsibilities—you're not a kid, you can't just run off and mess around all the time. I wish you could, though, like back when we were little.
I hope I'll see you soon.
Love,
Hunter
Toshiro Hitsugaya sighed. He folded the letter, slid it into its envelope, and put it into a drawer, on top of countless others.
"Stupid girl," he murmured, picking up a pen and pulling a stack of paperwork toward him. He immersed himself in his work, as he did every day.
There was reason behind his workaholism.
"So this is where you disappear to when you're not working."
"Rangiku—what are you doing here?"
"I followed you! So, tell me," she demanded, "What are you doing here? You don't exactly strike me as the concert-going type."
"I'm not," he sighed, staring up at the stage.
She followed his gaze. Neither spoke for several minutes, watching the group of girls singing and dancing onstage. His attention seemed to be on one in particular—a tiny girl with long platinum blonde hair with icy blue streaks in it, wearing a purple off-the-shoulder shirt with a skull on it, a short black skirt, and punk boots.
"Who is she?"
He sighed again.
"Hunter."
"…Aaaand…?" she prompted.
"My best friend. We grew up together. We went to the academy together and graduated together, too. She didn't stay, though. She came here to study and to perform. She writes me, I come to her concerts, but we don't talk—she doesn't know I come."
"Why don't you talk to her?" she asked.
"I don't know," he admitted.
They watched the rest of the concert in silence.
"This conversation ends here," he said, turning to leave.
"You miss her?" she asked, although it was more a statement than a question.
He stopped.
"Of course."
"You should write to her."
He stood a moment longer, then walked away.
Dear Hunter,
Come home.
-Toshiro
Hunter stared at the piece of paper in her hands, reading it over and over.
"Hunter? Are you ok?" a hand softly tilted Hunters face upward.
Hunter's "hunter green" eyes met purple ones framed by dark brown and purple bangs. It was her older sister, Jaedelyn.
"C'mon, get up off the floor," Jaedelyn pulled Hunter up off the ground.
Hunter hadn't even realized she'd sat down.
"What is that?"
Hunter handed the paper to her sister, who read it in a glance.
"Are you going to go?"
Hunter just stared up at her blankly.
Jaedelyn laughed and placed a hand on the petite girl's head.
"I know you miss him, Hunter."
Hunter nodded.
"Do you want to go?"
Hunter nodded again.
"What's stopping you?"
"I don't want to go without you!"
"I'll go with you, silly!" Jaedelyn laughed.
"You will?"
"Of course. And I'm sure I'm not the only one. Our tour's over, anyway."
"Yeah, but they were talking about another one."
"It's not official, though."
"True…." Hunter bit her lip thoughtfully..
"C'mon, Hun!" Jaedelyn said, nudging her. "Stop worrying! It's so not like you!"
"I know!" Hunter giggled. "I'm just nervous, I guess. It's been so long since I've heard from Shiro, and he suddenly writes me that he wants me to come back…."
"Yeah, it is really random…." Jaedelyn trailed off thoughtfully, then shrugged it off.
"Should I write him back?"
"Nah, surprise him! C'mon—let's get packing!"
Jaedelyn grabbed Hunter's hand and dragged her up the stairs toward their bedrooms, giggling.
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