Title: Warm This Frozen Heart Summary:
Author: SilverRoseKeeper
Notes: Toshiro paired up with my newest OC! o spoilers are unavoidable (idk what eppy it's up to yet so, gomen). also i will be using some japanese in this fanfic, if there are any q's, ask and i will gladly put up more notes! and unfortunatly Tite Kubo has not put his characters up for adoption, so therefor i own none of these characters, besides my own OC. -sniff- kanashi desu...
Moon Phase 1
Though the world is faced with many unimaginable wonders (some of which should never be questioned), the biggest of all remains hidden from its view until the very end. And within this hidden world known as the Soul Society, in the very center of it all, lies the ever powerful Seireitei. This fortress of sorts houses the workers of both these worlds. These workers are the ones going to and from the real world and the ghost one to guide spirits as well as defend against the unseen evils whose hearts have grown fowl.
These virtuous warriors are known as shinigami, they are the death dealers. All they ever see is death, and with such darkness shrouding their purpose they must find another reason for their work if they wish to stay sane. In order to continue on with all the death that each shinigami must witness, it is only natural that they must seek another more convincing and powerful reason to continue on this path. As how they were when they were alive, each to their own, for everyone has a different source of motivation that compels them to do what they do. But in order for that cause to work, the shinigami must be completely convinced and committed to it, for why else would anyone live this kind of life if there was no reason?
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As of now there was a dead sort of silence that hung over the realm of the Seireitei, not one that would let pass any noise that dared pierce it but instead a silence that would swallow up any kind of sound so as to maintain the lasting stillness throughout the night. As such no one could hear the exasperated cries and muffled words coming from the usually forgotten boy genius, Captain Hitsugaya Toshiro.
He had been writhing in his sleep the entire night as visions of a past life filled his mind and touched all of his senses. As he curled in on himself then stretched out his tense limbs only to have them shake more his futon became pointless for he had strayed from its place on the ground. This left him victim to the chill running through his darkened room, but even so the cool wind did nothing to stop the sweat that had begun to form above his brow which kept his snow white locks stuck to his forehead.
His words were caught within his throat as he tried to respond to the faces he saw, the screams that he heard, and the trembling he swore he could feel. But by himself in his screened off room and tatami matted floor, he was all alone. He hugged himself again as he laid on his side barely touching the rice paper door separating him from the new moon night.
His body began to shake even more now and he flinched to the right so hard that he laid once again on his back, and this time his shouts began to sound more like actual words, more like pleas. And as the cloud that had been holding back the light of the moon in the dark sky passed the white crescents shine hit the young captains' face. His eyes shot open while his body lurched forward and his screams finally pierced the silence.
Nothing moved for the next minute, it was like the shock of his emerald blue eyes could even freeze time. His panting was the first thing to prove this idea wrong. Then when his hands shot up, one to grab his chest and the other to soothe his head, he regretted not having the power to make time stand still. He had wished for that ability many times, but then he would realize that no one should have a power like that.
After a couple more breathes he moved the hand from his head to the screen he had been laying against and threw it to the side quickly, almost completely tearing it down.
His eyes were fixed on the small sliver of a moon as he continued to hold his chest to stop his heart from racing, but even so, seeing that curve of light in the sky made it pound twice as hard then when he was dreaming. And now, he knew why. For he remembered all of it, it had finally fully reached him in his unconsciousness. He could clearly recall everything, even her face.
He had been trying to hold back the water in his eyes, trying to freeze it from falling, but it managed to snake down his cheek as he whispered only one word, "Tsukiyo."
TBC...
ending notes: wow, not bad. i hope i still have SOME peoples attention. i haven't written very much fanfic and i would really appreciate feedback! so comment! i even accept flames!
but this was actually an oc i made up and came up with an almost complete fanfic idea in one night! so i really wanna see it through. also i want to try to add more action to it, so mesa gonna try! wish me luck!! XD