Prologue

He regretted having to "kill" Hinamori Momo. Though he'd discussed it with Ichimaru and pretneded not to care, really, he didnt like the idea.

When she saw him for the first time after his "death" and ran to him, he was near his breaking point about what he was about to do.

So he thanked her, from the bottom of his heart, because it was the most he could do in front of Ichimaru. He meant every word, though to his comrade, it was just a clever ruse. When he suddenly pushed her away from him and unsheathed Kyoka Suigetsu, she looked utterly shocked. When he stabbed her, he wasnt even able to hit her heart. He got her in the lungs, or maybe the diaphram, he wasnt completely sure. He knew it was his name on her lips when she collasped. Though he kept his face emotionless, he was filled with remorse. He hated hurting an innocent girl because of his own plans. Maybe it was because Hinamori had grown so attached to him, maybe because, in the back of his mind, what they'd shared actually meant something to him. Maybe.

He thought of her every second afterwards, even though he was explaining his "plan" to the orange-haired boy with the strange bankai.

Until he saw Inoue Orihime, his thoughts had been centered around Hinamori.

But when he glanced over and saw her for the first time, something happened.

He wanted her. The girl with the long, orange-red hair and the huge grey eyes. There was something about her that told him she would be his. Someday, somehow, she'd belong to him.

Just like Momo.