A/N: I want to clear anything about the format and style of this writing in case anyone gets confused.
Words in normal font style is present, or what's happening currently. It'll be in third person form.
Words in italics are part of the letter (you'll find out about that if you read on!). They are written in first person and consist of the past.
Different font styles show different narratives by two different characters. You figure out who's who later.
"Together" means that the chapter will have both normal and italics and will switch between the two view points.
And you get what "Hitsugaya" and "Hinamori" will mean then. Hopefully...
Oh, and I'm not familiar with how peoples talk in court and stuff...so don't laugh too hard if I don't do the phrases and sayings right.
Enjoy!
One- Together
"Case number 321, Town of Kurakara versus
"Hitsugaya Toushiro."
Dear Hinamori,
"Defendent is accused of the first degree murder of Aizen Sousuke."
I don't know what led me to write this, as I'm waiting for tomorrow to come. Tomorrow, I'm being put on trial.
But you would know.
You're the one that accused me.
"Penalty: death by hanging."
But I can't hate you.
Because you don't remember.
You don't remember what we went through.
The judge, sits behind his name plate: Judge Yamamoto, looks down at the teenage boy who seems to be of stone and ice, with his winter blue eyes, his silvery hair.
The boy looks down at the ground in cold silence, seems to have no emotion at all.
But I know everything.
Peaches are sweet only on the flesh, on the outside. You know this well, I remember that you loved peaches.
But the core, the innermost part of the fruit...
That part is cold, stony.
Maybe you can understand this:
Peaches are like stories.
The less you know about the story, the sweeter it is.
that's because its all lies.
The girl on the prosecution side sits next to the lawyer, her hands are folded in her laps. She sits straight, her brown eyes cold, her face that is framed by wisps of black hair rigid.
She glares at the boy.
She hates him.
It's all his fault.
But if you dig deeper, deeper into the words, you'll find the most bitter part-
you'll find the truth.
She looks down at her hands, and realizes her knuckles are white from squeezing too hard. She looks back at the boy. She wants him to know. To know that she hates him. She wants him to feel guilty.
She wants him dead.
The judge starts again.
"Hinamori Momo, accuser of the defendent, are you ready to commence this trial?"
She gives a definate nod.
That truth, about me, about what I did...
I was afraid for you to know.
Because maybe then...
You would never smile again.
But now, as I write this, I wonder...
Maybe you should know.
"Hitsugaya Toushiro, defendent, are you ready to commence this trial?"
The boy gives a stiff, barely noticeable movement.
And so, as you are reading this letter, if you ever get this in your hands...
Are you ready?
"Then let this trial begin."
Then I shall start the story of our past...
I shall tell you the core, the most bitter part-
the truth.
A/N: I really do hope I haven't lost anyone yet! This is only the beginning, so please support this fanfic and keep reading!
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