If a tree could talk

Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me. I wish it was so I could know if something comes after the Aizen arc

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Warning: SPOILER ALERT! Part 1, 2 and 3 are before the normal Bleach time line, part 4 is according manga 422 The Silent Victory. A/N at the bottom, italics are for thoughts, and some cursing but nothing major in this part.

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Hiyori understood that life is not supposed to be fair, especially after life because if normal human life was filled with injustice why would the spiritual life would be any different?

But after all, she understood and she barely – well, no, she complained A LOT, but if she compared her life to others, hers was especially difficult and hard.

Aha…that was the word she was looking for: hard, her life was hard. And the questions she had had for as long as she could remember in her mind was:

"Why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard?"

Those questions had been present in every moment of her life, screwing her happiness and destroying everything she had put effort into accomplish.

In every moment that there was some type of glee, something would happen that would bring those two questions that followed her like a plague. Apparently she was not meant to be a happy person.

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The first time on the tallest branch

There was nothing more exciting in this crazy world. Nothing. After 3 years she was going to forget about books and tests, stupid kidou and stupid teachers that annoyed her until no end. She was leaving the Shinigami Academy and joining the 13 Squads of Protections as a seated officer.

She didn't care about the fact that it was an 8th seat of the 12th Division. She, Sarugaki Hiyori would be a real Shinigami with a real title and of course if she showed her new Taichou Hikifune Kirio, that she was a hard worker and that she had talent (that she had), she probably would sky rocket her way to the top.

Sakuragi Hiyori, Taichou of the 12th Division. She smiled at the thought of her dream coming true, well not coming true, but she was one step closer to it.

She closed her eyes, put her arms on the back of her head and crossed them as she continued her daydreaming. The only thing she could really tell was that she'd miss the red uniform, because the black kimono was not her favorite at all.

Her tiny feet took her to one of the barracks of the 5th Division. Her letter of notice had arrived just 10 minutes ago, so naturally she needed it to rub her promotion in some Baldy's face, especially because lately he'd been nagging her about his 6th seat of the 5th Division.

Everybody knew that the 12th Division was more difficult than the 5th or at least she would like to think it. She was sure she had heard that rumor somewhere. So, she even took the envelope to his room to show him she wasn't lying, knowing that that would be his first argument when she told him about her new position.

Hiyori allowed herself an uncharacteristic squeal. She couldn't wait to see his face of jealousy and envy. This would be a proof that she was better than him as a Shinigami and why not also, as a person, regardless of what her teachers or peers could think about her. Morons.

Some nameless Shinigamis gave her glares while she passed them, after all she was wearing a student uniform and this barracks were only for the use of the people who belonged to this division, but she didn't care; her only target here was stupid Shinji and making stupid Shinji jealous. The little blonde got to his door, just a normal door like every other and was about to open it and start her triumphant speech, when she heard a girl's voice inside.

The little blonde froze at this. A girl? What a girl is doing there? I mean Shinji has a girly personality, but that voice wasn't him, and without meaning Hiyori began hearing the conversation.

"I don't see the big deal Hirako-san we're both adults." The woman voice sounded annoyed, but loving.

"It's against regulations. Are you aware of that?"This time Shinji's drowsy voice could be heard. He sounded annoyed too, and not too friendly towards the girl who had spoken. Hiyori smiled, but the next comment wiped the gesture off her face immediately.

"So? You love me, right? Fuck the rules our love can't be –" This time the woman inside sounded angry and was starting to yell.

"Please stop." He begged with a dull tone. Did the girl said love? She and Shinji were in love? The words didn't quite register in Hiyori's mind. She just stood there petrified with a blank expression on her face and her glowing cheeks were pale at the idea of this exchange. However, the girl inside hadn't shut up. The girl giggled.

"Hirako stop," another giggle, "Why does it matter if anyone knows when we can have these moments to ourselves?" His voice was not bored or angry anymore. That was the tone he used on girls to flirt and tease with them. Hiyori knew it well, not because he had ever used that voice with her, but because she had been witness to his lewd comments and actions for as long as she had known him.

It was enough! Her mind screamed in pain. She could not and will not listen anymore to every word and moan she was hearing coming from that bedroom because with every sound she literally could feel her heart breaking into a million pieces. The dipshit had a girlfriend or at least a girl to pass the time. She could not think of an insult that could be hurtful enough to describe what the blonde male was to her at the moment.

Dumb Hiyori, you actually thought for a second that he was interested in you. Dumb dumb Hiyori thought that someone like you could be enough for him. Wake up and smell the roses, you're not his type. You lack beauty, grace and elegance; her precious envelope and letter, the ones she had practically adored before hearing any of this talk were wrinkled in her tiny fists that were balls of fury.

She didn't love nor him or anyone, she was a warrior, a Shinigami; her heart was there to pump blood through her body not to fill her with illusions of soul mates, dates and cheesy words. Why did she feel this way? No, she didn't love him. SHE DID NOT! Then why she was crying? Why were hot tears falling down her face ceaselessly?

To hell with him, to hell with the bimbo inside of his room at 7:30 in the morning, to hell with the fact that the happy couple probably had sex last night and probably was having sex at this second.

To the fuck with it! She didn't care. She would never care for the love life of an asshole like him that was so blind to see that there was a blonde pigtailed girl that really cared about him, even when she couldn't admit it to herself.

She left as fast as she could, not looking back, not being able to stop the tears and not remembering that in her fury she had throw her letter to the floor outside his room.

The noise of her feet hitting hard against the wood and going away from his bedroom made Shinji open the door and look for someone. He had felt Hiyori's reiatsu for a second, but there was no one in sight. He narrowed his eyes in a puzzled expression. Instinctively he looked down and to his surprise the official crest of the 12th Division, in a practically torn envelope, was facing him. He bent over, picked up the papers on the floor and began reading. His eyes opened in shock. She had come here to give him the good news of her promotion and she had probably heard everything that had happened in his room.

Damn that midget! So the next step would be getting what'sherface out of his room and out of his life. There probably would be tears from the woman, but it wasn't a really serious affair, at least for him. Shinji sighed. He tried to smooth the letter as much as he could and closed the door dreading the break up conversation he was going to have with his female companion.

Hiyori was a fast runner, but this time she wasn't sure how long it took her to get to the tallest tree in Soul Society, one that was outside the north gate of the Seretei and that she had discovered in one of her searches for a good place to train outside the Academy. She wasn't sure either if anyone saw her running from the 5th Squad or running completely covered in tears. Although for a second her named sounded in her ears, but she dismissed it and kept running.

She stood on the tallest branch of the tree until it was noon and she cried the entire time like she had never done it before.

Before she came down from the tree she thought to herself: Why does this happen to me? Why does every moment have to be so hard? She sighed and began descending carefully, trying to block all the thoughts of that morning, so the tears wouldn't come back again.

When she got to the ground, a man with long, blonde hair with a wrinkled envelope and letter in his hand, was sitting in the grass waiting for her.

"Congratulations are in order, I suppose." his tone was far from the normal Shinji she knew. He was there looking at her red and puffy eyes even when she was looking at the opposite direction with a furious expression. He continued to talk while beckoning her to sit down in the grass next to him. "But I think that the celebration can wait. It's important that we talk about something else first."

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A/N: So this is the first part of 4 that included Hiyori, the tree, and the 2 questions. I'ven't done any past on my fics and I wanted to have a little turned back the pendulum in my collection of fanfics.

The entire story is based on a Maroon 5's song called 'Won't go home without you'. Is a very cute song be sure to listen it!

This fic was originally part of a "Drabble a day keep Hiyori at bay" but it got to long to be one chapter, so it became a fic on it's own. Please be sure to check part 2, honestly of all the fanfics and all the chapter I've written is my favorite one!

So I give you a little sneak peak...

"And what do you want from me?" He wasn't going to let her go in circles, so he said exactly what he was thinking.

"Two things," The woman cleared her throat and looked at him directly at his eyes. "An advice and a promise" He acknowledged her with a nod of his head, so she decided to continue. "How do I tell her?"

"You are asking me?" He faked a laugh, but a second later his serious face was back again. "It doesn't matter how you tell her, it'll be hard for her."

"I'm aware of that fact." She commented sadly.

"Be direct." He spat "She doesn't like when people go around the bushes with an important subject and you'll have to tell her soon, so she can start getting used to the idea".

Hikifune nodded and closed her eyes. Shinji didn't dare to break the silence, so she did.

"That was the advice part," a false tender smile was painted on her face. "Now the promise…"

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Kate