A/N: Basically, this is Toshiro's diary back when he was still non-shinigami - a long time ago. I'm hoping to continue this fanfic, so do review as much as possible :D
If some details are wrong, please put up with me. I still have a long way to go in knowing Bleach. Thanks!
My name is Toshiro. Hitsugaya Toshiro.
Well, you'd want to know why someone like me would write in a diary. The truth is, I've never liked writing. It hardly interests me - I'm not the kind who pens my thoughts into a book everyday. Since Granny gave me this diary, though, I'll make the best out of it. She'd be hurt if I didn't appreciate her gift, and I hate disappointing her.
Life is peaceful around here in the 1st district – no thieves, robbers and bad characters. It's so peaceful that it's almost boring. Not that it's a bad thing, but all of us here yearn for some action too. Occasionally, shinigami dressed in black robes pass by, katana at their sides. It irritates me to see how people bow in awe to them, no matter how many times they visit our town. Sheesh, you'd think they've gotten used to them now. Worshipping them is just overboard to me.
Anyway, I live in a small thatched hut with Granny and Momo, who's infamous for being the most irritating girl around. Hinamori and I have been friends since long ago, but she never – I swear, never- fails to annoy me. That girl's going to drive me insane someday. That ridiculous nickname…!
"Shiro-chan?"
"FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME, DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"Doushite?" She smiled innocently. "Kawaii ne…"
"Fine…" I grinned, suddenly inspired. "…Bedwetter-Momo."
"Hey!"
"Stop calling me Shiro-chan and I might reconsider the nickname. Otherwise, forget about it, Bedwetter-Momo. I'll be calling you that from now on."
HA. In any case, I'd come up with an equally bad (well-deserved) nickname. You should've seen the look on her face when I first called her "Bedwetter Momo" – it was epic.
Till next time. I actually enjoyed writing, it's relaxing.