Don't ask me how I came up with the idea for this story, it came simply into my mind, but I hope you like it anyway XD

This is going to be my first long story, so please review and tell me what you think of it!

Chapter 1

"Will you miss me Shiro-chan?" 10-year-old Momo sounded like she would start crying any second.

"Don't call me Shiro-chan," Toshiro said, ignoring her question. It was a stupid one anyway. Of cause he would miss her. They knew each other since they were born and now Momo was about to move to Tokyo in order to live with her father.

Toshiro was worried but didn't show it. Who would protect her when he wasn't around? Who would comfort her when she was hurt? And who would keep her save during the thunderstorm in the night?

Momo was only one year younger than Toshiro, but in his eyes she was still a little girl who needed to be looked after and the boy had the immense urge to be the one looking after her.

Today was the day they had to say good-bye and while Momo started crying, Toshiro rarely showed any emotions.

"As soon as I'm old enough I'll come back, I promise," Momo sobbed." A-and until then we'll call each other every day, okay?

"Hn," was the only sound her friend made. He didn't want her to go. He loved Momo more than everything in the world and couldn't imagine a life without her.

Momo caught him of-guard by suddenly pulling him into a tight hug. Toshiro was able to prevent both of them falling to the ground. He inhaled her scent, trying to memorize it forever.

"I will miss you," the girl said. "Bye Shiro-chan." For once Toshiro let her call him by that stupid name without snapping back at her.

"Take care of yourself, bed-wetter," he said quietly. Momo pulled back and smiled lightly with tears rolling down her cheeks. Then she turned around hurrying to her father's car.

Toshiro watched them drive away and forced his own tears back.

He wouldn't cry. Crying was weak and he had to be strong for Momo. If she couldn't bear the sorrow of leaving him, he had to be strong for her and himself.

The boy turned around and went slowly back into his house.

Back than he didn't knew, that he would never be able to see his childhood friend again.

---- "Toshiro!" Momo yelled through the phone "My dad will have to go to Spain for a week in order to settle some business matters and he said I can come with him if I want! I'm so excited, Shiro-chan!! It'll be my first flight in a plane!!"----

---- "Toshiro... There had been a terrible accident. Two planes clashed into each other at the Tokyo airport. No one survived... I'm so sorry..." Momo and her father had been in one of these planes... She won't call again. She wouldn't come back when she's older, either. She was... dead...----

RING RING RING

Hitsugayas hand crashed down on his alarm clock, silencing it immediately. The 17-year old teenager sighed and opened his eyes, blinking a few times because of sunlight falling through the window next to his bed. With the back of his hand he wiped the sweat on his forehead away.

God, he hated these nightmares. For years he dreamed every night of the last time when he had seen his child hood friend, but he just couldn't get used to them. Maybe it was because he thought it was all his fault. If he wouldn't have let her go she would still be with him.

Hitsugaya stood up, not wanting to think about that anymore.

He went to his closet and pulled his school uniform out. He got fully dressed and looked at his reflection in the mirror at the wall to his left. He had grown over the past few years. His face was emotionless and handsome, his hair was as messy as always and his eyes had still a cold turquoise color. His body was muscular since he played a lot of football and jogged a few miles every day to keep his condition up.

Hitsugaya sighed, grabbed his bag and went out of his room. He walked down the stairs and turned right. After he had passed three differed doors, another stair and again two doors he finally reached the kitchen, where some of his friends were already eating breakfast.

"Hey Toshiro!" greeted Ichigo, who was eating some toast with a fried egg.

"It's Hitsugaya," snapped Hitsugaya back while taking a seat at the long table.

Ichigo completely ignored him and took another big bite of his toast.

"Good morning Hitsugaya," said Orihime and placed a plate and a fork in front of the white haired teenager.

"Mhm," Hitsugaya just made, picking the fork up and started eating the pancakes Orihime had made. Since they had forced her to take some cooking lessons and allowed her only to use recipes they had looked at, her cooking was kinda eatable.

"Where's Rangiku?" Hitsugaya asked.

"Still sleeping," Renji who was sitting next to Ichigo replied. "She probably has a hangover from the drinking party with Hisagi and Kira yesterday night and wants to skip school..."

Hitsugaya groaned and stood up.

"She's unbelievable," he muttered and walked out of the kitchen.

He went through a corridor with red walls until he stood in front of a green door with a shield on it saying "Come in and you'll regret it". Without giving the shield a second look, Hitsugaya burst in the room. It was a real mess. The ground was covered with clothes, wherever the boy looked stood sake and vodka bottles and in the middle of all that laid a snoring blonde woman.

It seemed like she hadn't even made it to her bed last night before falling asleep on the floor.

Hitsugaya growled and yelled form the top of his lungs "MATSUMOTO!!"

Said woman jumped at least 5 feet high. "Did something happen?" she asked sleepy. "Whatever it is, it wasn't me!"

"What do you think you're doing, Rangiku?" Hitsugaya asked in a dangerous voice. "You're not thinking about skipping school again, do you?"

"Didn't Renji tell you that I'm not feeling well, Taicho? I think I'm getting a fever." She held one of her hands against her forehead to show her "high temperature"

"Yes he did, and he told me about your drinking party last night, too," Hitsugaya said, glaring at her.

Rangiku muttered something under her breath but Hitsugaya could clearly understand the words "Damn" and "that traitor".

"You'll go to school today and if you don't, you won't get any alcohol the next month," he commanded and without looking back at Rangiku he walked out of the room.

Back in the kitchen Hitsugaya finished his breakfast.

"I hope you weren't too hard to Rangiku," Orihime said.

"I simply told her to go to school," Hitsugaya stated and pulled his history book out of his bag.

"Simply told her?" Ichigo laughed. "We could understand every single word you yelled!"

Hitsugaya glared at the orange haired guy on the other side of the table. "That's just because her room is near to the kitchen," he defended himself.

Ichigo was just about to reply something when Rukia walked in. "Keep your next comment for yourself Ichigo." She yawned. "It'll just end up in a fight and we all know you wouldn't win against Hitsugaya." Said white haired boy smirked and opened his history book, looking at some text they had talked about in the last lesson.

While Rukia ate her breakfast Ichigo and Renji started discussing about the baseball match on TV and Orihime cleaned the dishes.

"Owww... My head hurts," Rangiku whined as she finally came through the door. "Can't I stay home?"

"No," Hitsugaya snapped and stood up.

"You're mean, Taicho," Rangiku complained.

"Just shut up and let's go already."

"But I hadn't any breakfast yet!"

"It's not my fault that you stood up so late. The next time think about it, before you drink in the middle of the week," Hitsugaya said and walked out of the room. The others followed him and together they went out of the house and to the bus stop a few hundred meters away.

Everyone tried to ignore Rangikus complaining about not having anything to eat. 'It's going to be a long day' Hitsugaya said to himself.

That's it!! First chapter done!!

Please review to tell me what you think of it and whether I should continue...

But THANKS for reading anyway!