Hey there, it's ShadowedDagger. I haven't posted a fanfic yet (though I've been on fanfiction reviewing and reading stories) so I thought I'd share a little poem that popped into my head the other day. Sorry if it's not that great. And for the extreme corny-ness and stuffs like that.
Told from Hitsugaya's POV (and just to warn you, I think he's a bit OOC here...but maybe that's just me.)
Why I Love Watermelons (and Hinamori)
We ate watermelons on the porch
Watching the sky
The sun on our faces
Juice dripping down our chins
She visited me whenever she could
Telling me stories, patting my head
Taking every opportunity to annoy me
With her cries of "Shiro-chan!"
Me? I spat seeds at her
And told her not to use that pet name
And to stop patting my head.
We grew older
And she joined the Gotei 13
Though I've never told her
I missed her while she was gone
She was the shoulder I leaned on
The hand I held
But now, she was only a memory in my mind.
Later I joined
I became captain of tenth division
And while she was still completely under Aizen's control
I was glad to be able to see her smiling face once again.
She does hurt me sometimes
Sometimes, so much
I wonder why I am still even alive
Ice daggers, piercing my heart
They leave no marks on the outside
But inside
My soul is bleeding, torn apart
So many ups and downs
Confusion, depression
Heartache and heartbreak
Misunderstandings, jealousy
Anger, hatred
But through all the topsy turvy feelings
And the hardships
She's always been there.
How can she have such patience,
You might wonder.
How does she do it?
I would tell you:
"Simple. It's because she is
Momo Hinamori."
The one and only.
The best.
Who was the guy who said "Nobody's perfect,"?
He hasn't met Hinamori yet.
I hope you enjoyed it and if you have any suggestions/comments/"You are a st00pid l00zer" remarks/anything else, review. Thanks for your time.