AN- When it's in italics, it's their thoughts. This starts out in Karin's POV, then alternates between 3rd person and Karin's POV. When there's thoughts in 3rd POV it's Hitsugaya.
Disclaimer- I don't own Bleach in any way shape or form, or else I wouldn't be broke right now.
I looked out my window at the growing snow mound. It was the first time in seven years it had snowed. Perfect. Just really perfect. I laughed bitterly.
Seven years since it's snowed, seven years since he left.
I had managed to get by without thinking about him much, (which was all the time, unfortunately), with the help of the lack of snow.
Great. Now it'll be impossible to NOT think about that baka. With a heavy sigh, I heaved myself up. Time for more training from that perverted Urahara. At least Yoriuchi will be there. He seems to behave more when she's around.
With a last look at the Kurosaki Clinic, she was gone.
(3rd person POV)
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Toshirou Hitsugaya groaned audibly. How is this much paperwork even possible? They are going to run out of paper soon.
For a rare moment, Hitsugaya considered ditching work, playing hooky. Heaven knows how many times Matsumoto does it. But that's the problem, Matsumoto does it EVERYDAY.
Shuffling the papers on the desk, that human girl once again strayed into his thoughts. As much as Hitsugaya tried to think of something else, anything else, it always just led back to her.
He tried thinking about missions, and he remembered the fated mission that brought him to her. He tried thinking about paper work, and he just thought about how much she would hate it. About how she would convince him to take a break from paperwork to play a game of soccer. How she'd flash that brilliant grin at him, knowing he couldn't say no.
More than once, he'd been distracted by thoughts of her when he was battling hollows. When he got a huge gash on his left arm, he decided that enough was enough, time to forget her. Of course, that doesn't work so well when that very girl is the only thing in his head.
So Hitsugaya decided to try taking it slowly. First forget her face. Failed. Then forget her soccer abilities. Failed. Forget her relation to that idiot Kurosaki boy. Failed. Forget the feeling that appears in his stomach when he thinks about how strong, how tough she is. Failed.
He completely failed to fall out of love with her. A hell butterfly floated through the open door of the tachio's office. "Soutachio Yamamoto commands Hitsugaya Tachio and Matsumoto Fukutachio to report to his office immediately."
Hitsugaya gratefully put down the form, and set out to find Matsumoto. He didn't have to walk very far, as he met her right outside the tenth division entryway. Hitsugaya's mouth dropped open in disbelief.
"Have you been hiding outside of office all day long?" Hitsugaya questioned. Matsumoto fidgeted with her scarf. "Uh, yes?" The temperature dropped several degrees. Before Hitsugaya could open his mouth, Matsumoto reminded him of the meeting he was required to go to with Yamamoto Soutachio.
Thinking of all the torture he was going to put her through when they got back to the office (paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork), they set out for the first division offices. Yamamoto called them in before they could more than raise their hands to knock.
"Yamamoto Soutachio, you wished to speak with us." Yamamoto nodded his crinkly old head.
"Yes. It appears that a few Espada have survived the winter war, and have reentered the human world. Only a few people have fallen victim to the Espada. Strangely, their numbers have been reduced from five to three. The shinigami representative Kurosaki Ichigo said he had nothing to do in this reduction in Espada, before he disappeared. I want you two to go to Kurakara Town and check the disturbance out."
Aloud, Hitsugaya said, "Yes sir," but on the inside, he was keeping up a steady mantra of "Crap crap crap crap crap crap. I am so screwed." inside his head.
(Karin's POV)
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I gently eased myself through the door of our house just as the sun was setting. "Welcome home!" Yuzu called. The delicious aroma of fugu drifted through the house. "Ichi-nii back yet?" I questioned in a deadpan.
He had been gone for at least a month so far. Yuzu silently shook her head. Making my way up the stairs to my bedroom, I tried to clear my head of all thoughts.
Of course, I was able to disperse thoughts of everything except what I really wanted to stop thinking about, Toshirou. Sighing, I sat down at my desk.
Maybe if I immerse myself in math I won't be able to think anymore. Sure, and I'm not a shinagami.
3 hours later
I whipped my head up from the manga I was reading. It couldn't be. Could it? In addition to that asshole's riatsu, I also felt the presence of a garden variety hollow. Might as well check it out. She quickly shunpoed away.
(3rd person POV)
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Hitsugaya prepared to give the final blow to the hollow, when the hollow disintegrated, only to be replaced by a girl with shoulder length hair.
She turned around, and Hitsugaya fully grasped the meaning of seeing this girl there. Karin was the mysterious source of the disappearing Espadas. "Sorry," Karin said. "Couldn't help myself." she said, all with a smirk resting on her face.
Almost, almost, Hitsugaya's jaw dropped open, but it was undignified for a tachio to gape. Aw, screw it, he thought, and proceeded to gape like a fish out of water.
Leisurely, Karin turned on her heel, and began to walk away. "You're not staying with me" she tossed over her shoulder. "Wait!" he called out. Too late, she was gone.
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