A/n I do not own Bleach.
"Ne, ne, Shirou-chan. Promise me. Promise me we'll always be together okay?" Asked a 5 year old girl dressed in a simple white yukata and her hair in two braids.
"Eh? Nani? What's wrong Hinamori?" replied a white haired boy eyeing his best friend.
They were both enjoying the lazy day in each others company lying under a tree in a meadow or green grass and white flowers. Both had no parents and lived in an orphanage with many other children.
"Betsuni…It's just…ah, never mind. It's stupid anyway…" Hinamori replied laughing sheepishly.
"Whatever happens bed-wetter Momo, I'll try to stay with you forever because there's no-one else I'd rather be with. I promise you that." He said wrapping his arm around her small frame
"A-arigatou Hitsugaya" and she snuggled closer to him. "Hitsugaya…"
He looked at her straight in the eye. Usually she would never call him just Hitsugaya.
"I-I want you to keep this" she said holding up a handmade bluey green friendship band. "It's a friendship band I made for us. See I have one too" Hinamori continued holding up her wrist where a pink band was. "It's still very big now but we'll grow into it. And see, you can adjust it by pulling the cords" she said demonstrating with hers.
Hitsugaya quickly tied his on. "It's great." He commented making her smile. A smile which he loved. A smile he would die to protect. A smile which belonged to her.
That evening Hinamori was adopted and Hitsugaya locked up a part of him which he thought no-one would ever see again.
A/n I know it's short but please review. A next chapter will be up very soon.