His eyes burn with passion and with fear. Fear for the ones he loved the most. Fear that he would hurt them because he couldn't control his anger. He pushed people away with one look. His eyes were him. They told of hist past and his present. They told of a barrier that surrounded his soul. A barrier I swear to break down.
His name is Toshiro Hitsugaya.
Along with his eyes, his hair is his trade mark. White. White like pure snow. White like an angel's clothes. White for purity.
He's shorter than all boys his age. Fourteen. But he is tough and smart. He may not be in football or chess but I'm sure he could back anyone into a corner in one move.
He doesn't have any friends. People like him and I'm sure many girls swoon over him but he doesn't like or talk to anyone. He is a loner. He is someone who comes to school, A's everything then leaves. He sits alone, reads alone, and he hates the world all alone.
To make this sound weird, the more he pushes people away, the more I want to be with him. It's like when you push two magnetic poles together even though the force between them is so great. No matter how many times they snap apart, you try and push them together. I guess that's because we humans are so stubborn.
But anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. I should probably go back to where this whole thing began. The place where I met Toshiro and found out his secret.
. . .
My name is Momo Hinamori. I am fourteen and in ninth grade. My two best friends are Izuru Kira and Renji Abarai, who are both fifteen, although Reji tends to hang out more around Ichigo Kurosaki and Rukia Kuchiki. Anyway at school everyone has their own group. There are the cool kids who rule the school through fear and admiration, like Byakuya Kuchiki and Rangiku Matsumoto. There are the smart, apathetic kids like Toshiro and Uryuu Ishida. Then there are people like me and Izuru who are average, nothing-special, everyone's. And people like Ichigo and Rukia who can fit in with anyone else and like everyone and try to protect them. People hardly leave their group unless it's to start a fight or make a scene so it caught me off guard when I saw Yumichika Ayasegwa, a pretty boy who doesn't like to get his fingers dirty, hanging around Ikkaku Madarame, a crazy, wild boy who loves to fight and dich school. And it was only getting weirder.
"Hey Momo!" I heard my name being called. I spun around to see Izuru running down the hall to greet me.
"Hi Izuru," I greeted.
"So you know how there's a dance coming up? Well I was wondering if . . ." Just then Toshiro walked by. His hands were in is pockets and his head was down as he walked to his next class. I sighed deeply then flushed when Izuru was staring at me awkwardly.
"Oh I'm sorry Izuru, that was rude. Please continue."
"Oh well I was just wondering if you could, help me find something to wear."
"Oh I'd love to help you. I got to go now class will be starting soon." Izuru smiled and waved goodbye then headed off in the other direction.
Algebra I was my next class and I had it with Toshiro. If I didn't hurry some other creep would take my spot next to him. I smiled as I entered the classroom, no one was in my spot, but a second later my smile faded. Toshiro wasn't there either. The bell rang and I hurriedly sat down at the closest empty seat.
After class I met up with Izuru and we went to lunch together. We sat down near the back door of the school and quietly ate our lunch. I scanned the school grounds hoping to catch a glimpse of that spiking white hair I loved so much but to no avail.
"Why do you like that short kid so much?" Izuru asked.
"Because he's so cute and mysterious. He's like that one little thing your parents tell you not to touch but want and need to touch it. Why, are you jealous?" Izuru's face flashed red and he put his head down. I giggled.
Then I stopped. A huge explosion shook the school. A few girls screamed and covered their heads. Izuru quickly got to his feet and pulled me away from the building. I stared at the sky as a cloud of dust covered the sun.
"Come on Momo." Izuru pulled me further from the school but stopped when we heard a scream. It was Orihime Inoue. She was lying on her chest with her hands spread to the sides. It looked like something was crushing her but I couldn't see anything.
"Izuru, we have to help her," I called. I don't really like Orihime but I felt like I needed to help her some how.
"Help her from what? Nothing's there." I had to agree with him. It looked like nothing was there but I could feel something there, but how could I explain that to him.
But then there was a high pitched moan and Orihime was on her feet again. She ran past us and to her best friend, Tatsuki Arisawa, who wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
"Hey what are you doing up there?" I turned to Izuru who was yelling up at the tree. I looked up and saw Toshiro, he looked tired but he gave Izuru a smug smile and jumped out of the tree. He landed lightly on his feet and walked away.
"I didn't see him up there before," I said.
"Me neither and you'd think with that white hair he'd be pretty noticeable." I nodded at Izuru and watched as Toshiro disappeared into the school.