Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm finally here to put up that story I was talking about. I will definitely finish this one with no rush. Anyway, here it is, and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.

Story: Love in the Midst of Rebellion

Chapter 1: Utopia?

"Mom, Toshiro's coming over today. Is that ok?"

"Sure, sweetie. I'm going to be in the kitchen, preparing dinner." Her mother, at the age of 38, was Momo's last relative on this earth. By the looks of it, her mother was doing a great job. Momo was now 11 years old, healthy as ever. She was almost always with her best friend, Toshiro Hitsugaya. The two were inseparable and interdependent. The girl sat down, waiting for the arrival of her beloved friend.

However, never could she have imagined how devastating that day was going to be. Knocks on the door could be heard, and behind every knock was the frantic force of a young child. Momo quickly opened the door after hearing Hitsugaya's voice. "Hitsugaya-kun, what's the matter?"

"MOMO, MY MOM! She's…She's…" He broke down in tears, and Ms. Hinamori quickly ran over to the weeping boy. "Just calm down, dear. What's the matter?" Her soothing voice ran through his head like a tranquil river. Calming down just enough to speak, he gave Momo's Mom a teary look.

"My mom…my mom!"

"What's wrong with your mom, dear? Is she hurt? Is she sick?" Unrelenting panic swarmed the room. "She's…She's dead!"

"She's dead?" Everything that came out of Hitsugaya's mouth was taken seriously, as he never failed to tell the truth. Something this important was obviously, not something to joke about.

Without another word, they all ran over towards Hitsugaya's house, which was only a few minutes by foot.

Upon arrival, they found a distressing scene. "Naomi!" She ran over to the girl, down on the ground, covered in blood. "Mom, I got her! You'll be fine now!"

Absolutely no response was heard, only the merciless silence filled the room. As much as they wanted to believe she was still alive, they knew it wasn't true. Little Momo was back there, trying to comfort the still-crying Hitsugaya. "Hitsugaya-kun…it'll be ok."

"IT WON'T MOMO! You can only say that because your mom isn't dead!" His voice was filled with agony as he lashed out at Momo. The little girl who had never been exposed to Hitsugaya yelling at her ran over to her mother.

If it had been any other circumstance, she would have definitely scolded Hitsugaya. However, it's only natural that he'd be reacting this way to his mother's death.

It was now a few years later, Momo and Toshiro both 16 years old, still living in the country of Crealia. "Let's go back now, Momo."

"It's funny isn't it, Hitsugaya-kun. It's been a year now, and I still can't stop crying about it. You must really think I'm a crybaby."

"You know I don't, Momo."

"Both our moms killed by the same people. Your mom killed because of her beliefs, and my mom killed because of her gift."

"Momo…" He had no idea on how to comfort her, except to just stay with her and keep her company.

"This is supposed to be a utopia, isn't it? Or at least that's what they all say. But we all know it's a dictatorship." Her voice filled up with hatred as she mentioned the government officials. They had completely taken over Crealia and now anyone that dared to defy them was immediately killed. Momo had the luck of escaping their grasp once, almost unheard of.

"Come on, Momo…let's go." Momo gave Hitsugaya a serious look and let go of the beautiful origami crane. It suddenly flapped its paper wings and soared through the air. Hitsugaya was amazed the first time he ever saw her do this, and he was still surprised every time she did it. "Momo, you shouldn't do that out here. If they see you-"

"They'll what?! What else could they possibly do to me?! Kill me?"

"They will kill you, Momo!"

"Then what? I couldn't care less wha-"

"Well, I do, Momo!" Hitsugaya watched her and then they both looked back towards the dirt.

After a long sorrowful silence, Momo found the courage to speak up. "I'm sorry, Hitsugaya-kun."

"It's ok, I'm sure it's still affecting you."

"It's not just that, Hitsugaya-kun! What about all the other people subjected to this! How many people have been killed so far because they don't side with the government?! And they keep justifying it by saying, it's all for the greater good of this utopia!"

"Momo, I know…but no one's ever going to stand up to them."

"That's just it, Hitsugaya-kun! We can put an end to this! They killed my mom because they were scared of her!"

"Momo, its too dangerous! You know what happens when they find us!"

"They won't find us!"

"Momo, there's only the two of us!"

"We'll be fine, Hitsugaya-kun! Do you want other people to be like us, losing moms or even dads? Getting killed because they have their own ideas?"

"…"

"I'll be fine by myself, Hitsugaya-kun. You don't have to go if you don't want to. I shouldn't force you into this." Momo was ready to walk off when Hitsugaya stopped her.

"You do realize this isn't just a joke, don't you? If we're caught, we'll both be killed."

"Of course I do."

"Then I'll go. I can't just let you get your clutzy self killed." Realizing what he meant, Momo's arms circled his around him and pulled him into a hug. "We'll be fine, Hitsugaya-kun."

Author's note: So, let me just clear up some points. A utopia is basically a perfect society. The government calls it a utopia, but that's really just a mask for what it really is, a dictatorship. Momo's mom was also killed by the government, just like Hitsugaya's mom. Momo and Hitsugaya's dads both passed away long ago. Origami is the ancient Japanese art of paper folding. I can fold some stuff like cranes, boxes, or boats…etc. Momo can fold them and then animate them. They're still made out of paper, but they can move themselves…etc. As for what Hitsugaya can do, you'll have to read the next chapter. This is still in the era where they don't have guns yet, the technology isn't as advanced as ours yet. So, anyway, please review and I'll update when I reach 8 reviews.