A/N: As much as I hate to admit it I'm proud of this…
The thing is I'm going to enter this along with a couple other pieces into a contest at a writing convention/festival…thing so I would LOVE some insight into what you readers think.
Disclaimer: …Momo would be less of a pain in the ass… remind me why I like her, please.
Closure
"Admiration is the furthest thing from understanding."
It wasn't fair; all she had ever done was rush blindly forward. She loved completely, never wavered and always believed, she believed in chances, in good and she believed in love.
She was just like Ichigo.
And that is why he brought her with him.
For closure.
Ichigo was always admired for his drive, for his determination. He knew people admired that quality in him. He surprisingly wasn't vain about it however.
The thing that for the longest time he couldn't even fathom was that someone in Soul Society besides Rukia admired his never ending trust in people, admiration in their good, the simple fact that he would run blindly forward to save someone's life.
Then he thought to himself, as he stared at the poor Hinamori girl who had become strong, who had been strong once, and who took on more responsibilities than her fragile mind could handle. And he saw it. He saw it all.
He thought to himself, 'is her situation really so different from what ours was?'
He couldn't believe the thought had even crossed his mind but…wasn't Aizen her Rukia?
Had he not cared deeply for someone who was a criminal in the eyes of Sereitei? Hadn't Rukia been considered a traitor?
He saw himself in Momo, and that might be the scariest thought he'd ever had. Because Aizen was not Rukia.
Yet he could see her side of it all, even if he wished he couldn't. Momo was as in love as he was. Then only difference was that he hadn't told the object of his affections, she however had proclaimed them immediately. They both buried their feelings for the sake of the war.
But there was another huge difference. She had given up on him, and though he condoled that greatly, though he knew it was for her own good he couldn't help but feel guilt and pity for the frail, lovesick woman.
So as he marched out the tent flaps, away from the woman he loved whom he'd left unconscious, towards his death he passed by her tent and sighed, knowing what he had to do.
He knocked on the canvas flaps then entered when he heard her sigh out a 'come in.'
He looked down at her as she lay on her side and shook his head at the pathetic shell of a woman that was Hinamori Momo he couldn't help but hate her, worse so; he pitied her as well.
"Oh! Kurosaki-kun, what do you need?" she smiled fakely at him, and he hated it too.
"You're coming with me."
She nearly chocked on her own spit, "What? Why? Where?"
"You're coming with me to fight Aizen, so you can have the closure you deserve than get the hell up off your ass and be a person again! Do it for Toshirou at least."
He held out his hand and she took it, clasping it tightly; clasping to that hope that maybe one day she could be as free as the man before her. Maybe she could be alright again, happy.
And as she always did, she rushed blindly forward, loving unconditionally and wishing it would stop.
A/N: I know…I should be working on Serendipity… but I wrote this a couple weeks ago and forgot to post…that and I received next to no reviews so I'm both insulted and my self esteem sucks right now kay?
Sorry for being touchy guys.
Love y'all,
REVIEW PLEASE!
-Sierrs