Title: With Love
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Bleach! It's all owned by Tite Kubo!! Damn, even that icey bastard Hitsugaya! -clings onto-
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Deep entrancing turquoise eyes gazed at the paperwork in silence, snow white bangs falling in front of said eyes a vacant look in them, the boy to which they belonged to heaved a soft sigh, blinking once before looking up at the door. His name was Toushirou Hitsugaya, the Captain of the 10th Division, a child prodigy said to be born every once in the hundred years. And not only that, he was quite... Short too. It's very well known that this young boy hardly smiled, only on rare occasions, though his vice-captain, Matsumoto Rangiku had noticed that his eyes softened whenever Hinamori was close to him.
The white-haired teen heaved a sigh, shifting slightly, his captain's cloak ruffling with the movement before he blinked, he swore he had heard the door open just a few seconds ago. Had he been that lost in thoughts to even notice it? With a snort the white-haired teen turned, only to be engulfed in a big hug, his head being pushed in a rather ample cleavage which belonged to only one person, Matsumoto Rangiku. "Gyeck!" the white-haired boy called out, flailing his arms, trying to free himself.
"Taichou! Working hard as ever? You're looking so gloomy the last few days is something going on, oh, what's this?" the over-energetic fukataichou mumbled, more to herself then to Hitsugaya as she reached out a hand for the paper he had been working on, only to see it getting snatched away by a red-headed Toushirou, who gave her an icey cold stare before clearing his throat.
"It's not anything important. Not important to you at all." he stated with a huff, smoothing back his white spikey hair though it spiked back up in a split second. "Where have you been anyway, Matsumoto? I thought I told you to help me out with this paperwork." the young captain huffed, stuffing the paper he had been working on away, his face slowly turning back the normal color.
But ofcourse, which boy would not blush if a girl pushed his head in her cleavage? A rather large cleavage in his case.
Matsumoto blinked once, staring at her captain with a confused look on her face before giving a knowing smile. "Taichou... Were you writing a letter to someone?" she gasped, sounding as surprised as possible.
"Urusai, bakayarou. Don't sprout out nonsense." the boy snorted, sitting down once more. "I was working." he stated, spreading out his arm to point at the paperwork. "As you can see, I got enough to work with." he added, slowly raising an white eyebrow as he looked up at Matsumoto, who simply kept smiling before gasping.
"Oh would you look at the time!!" she cried out, putting a hand to her chest. "I beg your pardon, taichou! Kira-kun's waiting for me" she said in a sing song voice, waving at the dumbfound Toushirou behind his desk before slipping out of the office.
Toushirou Hitsugaya remained still for a while before finally twitching. "MATSUMOTOOOO!!!" he screamed out, giving a huff and leaning back in his chair, rubbing the back of his head and giving an annoyed sigh as he looked back at the desk in silence before glancing around, making sure he heard no-one and finally grasping the paper he had been working on and smoothing it, lying it back on the desk and staring at the first few words in silence, tapping his pen against his chin as he thought, a frown coming upon his face.
So many things had been happening ever since Rukia had gone off to the human world, returned, her execution, the ryoka coming in Soul Society to rescue her, Hinamori's choice to fight against him and believe Aizen's letter, Aizen's, Tousen's and Gin's betrayal, the Bountos, him going to the real world with Matsumoto, Inoue who had been taken by Aizen's lap dogs, Hinamori who pleaded him to save Aizen... He sighed and closed his turquoise eyes, rubbing his temples for a while.
Where had Matsumoto gone off too, anyway? Was she slacking off with Kira again? Lately, she and Kira had been getting a lot of time together after Ichimaru's betrayal. Both had the same feeling of being betrayed. And so had he.
Aizen out of al people, Aizen who he had never expected to be a traitor. How wrong had he been...
The white-haired teen sighed, slowly rubbing his right shoulder, remembering the brute attack from Aizen's sword after he had usen his bankai. How could he have fallen into his trap? That illusion? It had almost cost him his life, but he couldn't help but lose control after he had heard everything, after he had seen Hinamori's body, her eyes staring into nothing.
Did she still believe that it was Gin's fault that Aizen had gone on the wrong path?
Hinamori...
He wondered if it would ever come out okay between the two of them, he couldn't help but notice the dark circles that had appeared under her eyes, her mouth opening to say something before it closed again and her once shining eyes settling upon the ground once more. Yes, sometimes she looked quite lost, other times, she looked like her old self.
Ofcourse, he had to admit he had his own share with everything going on. He hadn't slept well the past days, he had been having nightmares, he had been waking up in screams, sweat beading off of his pale face and eyes wide in horror.
But his nightmares seemed so real...
When they had been younger, there was no bridge between them, no river, just him and Hinamori, and they did everything together, they laughed, they cried, they teased, they scolded, they fought, they made up, they had fun. And then everything changed and she grew up, going to the shinigami academy. There came a river between them, quicker then he could understand, though the river was small enough for him to jump over and spend time with her. He couldn't help be jealous though, seeing Hinamori always talked about Aizen; 'Aizen's great.' 'Aizen was so good today!' 'Aizen told me I did it well.' 'Aizen says i'll become a strong shinigami one day' Aizen Aizen Aizen... That was all he had ever heard from her ever since she met Aizen.
Then, there came a bridge between them, though they still spended time together, only not as much as they used to. In fact, it was less, and he had questioned her why she even came back from that shinigami academy. She had answered that she had done it for him, so they would still see each other. Toushirou had simply snorted and thought that she just needed to talk about Aizen to someone.
He couldn't help but starting to dislike this Aizen, and the bridge between them grew...
She had been the main reason for him he had gone into the shinigami academy, he wanted to become as strong as this Aizen was, so she would look up to him, respect him, talk about him.
Notice him...
Hitsugaya snapped out of his thoughts and rubbed his forehead before pushing the paper away for now, continuing his paperwork in utter silence. He would have to talk to Hinamori about this all later on, for now he needed to finish the paperwork and the letter he had been writing to someone special. Yes, after all, it would only take him a couple of minutes, highly and hour, to finish the paperwork, wouldn't it?
And so, the minutes started to slip by.
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More then three hours later, a girl slowly made her way down the hall, chewing on her lip for a while as she stopped in front of a door, staring at it in silence before a slender hand reached out for it, and her knuckles slowly knocked on the wooden door.
Brown eyes blinked in confusion, there was no reply.
The hand reached for some black bangs and pushed them out of her face, tugging them behind her ear as she knocked once more with her free hand.
There was still no reply.
"Hitsugaya-kun...?" a small, yet soothing voice called out softly.
No reply.
Finally, the girl called Hinamori Momo heaved a sigh and opened the door, stepping inside with a bright smile before blinking in surprise, coming to a stop and staring at the sleeping boy in front of her, putting her hand against her mouth to stiffle the giggle before she tip-toed towards him, smiling faintly. Her Shiro-chan...
The girl stopped next to him and brushed some strands of hair out of his face before her eye caught something that was lying on his table.
A letter.
Her curiousity got the best of her as she softly nudged Toushirou's hand off of the letter, hearing him mumble something inaudible before letting out a soft sigh, resuming his sleep.
Her eyes drifted back to the words in front of it.
To Hinamori with love.
Said person gave a surprised blink, gaping at the letter for a while before quickly opening it and flipping open the paper, staring at the words in silence.
You have been wedged into my heart But I cannot remove you from my heart
Every single little thing that you do
And every emotion you feel
Deep inside of me,
I feel it too
Because I know if I should try
That with you away from me
I'd be left with choice
But to die
Tears slowly trickled down the girl's cheeks as she put a hand against her mouth, the hand in which she was holding the letter shaking visibly. "Shiro-chan..." she mumbled softly, swallowing a few times before slowly looking up from the letter, being greeted by turquoise eyes, which were widened in utter shock and a faint blush appearing on the teen's face.
"Hinamori-chan..." his voice breathed. "I didn't knew.. I thought you..." he cleared his throat and lowered his eyes before rubbing the sleep out of them, standing up and glancing from the paper in Hinamori's hand to her face.
"S-shiro-chan..." Hinamori whispered softly, her gaze slowly traveling back to the letter before she chewed on her lips.
It were these little things that always made her feel better. Her Shiro-chan. Always trying to make her feel better. Making her laugh or smile or even cry in happiness.
Finally she let out a soft sob, wrapping her arms around the stunned white-haired teen and hugging him close to her. "Arigatou, Shiro-chan!" she called out, pulling back and attempting to kiss the top of his nose, though she accidentally felt her lips touching his, she felt the boy stir slightly before relaxing and kissing back.
Finally, the two pulled back on the same time, looking away from each other with a furious blush on their faces. "Ano/Oro..." they said on the same time before clearing their throats.
"You first." once more, on the same time.
Hinamori's blush deepened, Hitsugaya could only stare in silence.
Finally, a grin crept on the white-haired captain's face and he nodded slightly. "Ah.. I just.. I didn't wanted you to see it yet." he huffed softly, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. "And how many times have I told you it's Hitsugaya-taichou?" he added, smirking.
Hinamori simply smiled before folding up the paper and putting it back in the enveloppe, putting it in a safe place in her shinigami garb. "Thank you, Hitsugaya-kun.." she whispered softly, chewing her lip once more before rubbing her hand for a while, gazing at the ground.
"Ah.. Uhm, pleasure." Hitsugaya stated, giving a curt nod, though still a bit shy about the fact Hinamori had found the letter. 'Shouldn't have fallen asleep...' he thought simply. "Were you here for something...?" he finally asked.
"Oh, just to see how you were doing Hitsugaya-kun! And Matsumoto told me to pass by because apparently you needed to talk to me about something." Hinamori answered, looking back at her child hood friend.
"Talk to you.. About something...?" Hitsugaya mumbled, frowning slightly.
"But seeing as in she got it wrong i'll just go, it's getting awfully late, you should go to bed soon too, Shiro-chan." she stated. "And i'll see you tomorrow!" she added, quickly slipping out of the office, running over to her room, the smile never leaving her face. She ignored the surprised stares she gotten from some of the shinigami and simply slung open the door.
Minutes started to pass by.
Minutes that turned to hours until the next day arrived.
And Toushirou Hitsugaya, child prodigy, would be quite surprised to find an enveloppe next to his cushion with on it;
From Hinamori, with love
If he would open the enveloppe, a poem would be seen, a poem where Hinamori had been working on ever since she returned to her room.
You're my angel, my angel that's sent from above
You know, that whenever I was hurt, whenever I felt pain
You were there and blessed me with your love
Whenever I felt lonely, whenever I couldn't go on
You were there for me, telling me to keep strong
And whatever they say, whatever I do
I know you will be there for me too
Whenever I felt miserable or just round out sad
That when I knew for sure you will always be there
My friend, my partner, my part of the soul to the death
And I know, how much we may fight or yell
That our friendship is forever true
So I
Will always be there for you too...