DISCLAIMER: I do not own BLEACH!!! If I did would I be writing a fanfiction??? No!!! I would be urging Hitsugaya and Hinamori on!!!

Hinamori jumped to the side as the silver blade swished inches from slicing her head in half. A small ripping noise was heard, and Hinamori's hair cascaded down from the bun wrapped in cloth she kept it in. Her opponent, Captain Ichimaru Gin of the 3rd division, smirked. His eyes opened for a brief moment in surprise as Hinamori released her Bankai, shooting pink balls of energy at him. Gin evaded the energy balls and winced as his injured foot came down hard on a roof shingle.

Hinamori jumped again, racing for an exit, but Gin blocked her…again. Her rage was too much. She pushed him down and raced away. Gin got to his feet and glanced after her. Nohe thought, It's no use to go after her. Let's see…what can I do? She knows too much. Shaking his head, he pondered possible methods to put Hinamori out of the game.

Short puffs of breath were forced out of Hinamori as she jumped off a building and landed on the ground with one knee taking the impact. She flinched as her knee scraped the hard ground. Getting to her feet, Hinamori limped toward the 10th division buildings. On her way there, she tripped and felt a horrible pain in her ankle and a pang on her cheek.

I can do it. Hinamori forced herself to her feet and staggered as her twisted ankle crumpled under her weight. The ankle was swollen and a nasty purple color…however, this would not stop Hinamori. She stumbled to her feet and leaned against the wall with a sore shoulder and made slow progress. Finally she made it to the 10th division's captain's office and knocked. The knock faded into the distance as a voice called, "What is it?"

"Hitsugaya-kun," Hinamori whispered as she collapsed into a mess heap. The sliding door opened and hazel green eyes widened in shock as the 10th division captain, Toshiro Hitsugaya, gazed down at the breathing mass in front of him.

"Hinamori," he breathed, kneeling down and peering at her.

"Hitsugaya-kun," Hinamori whispered once again, wincing as he applied slight pressure to her ankle.

"Shh," Hitsugaya replied, rolling up her sleeve to see an ugly wound. Hinamori squeaked in pain as he took out a bandage and wrapped up the wound. "What were you doing?" Teal eyes met gray as Hinamori looked up and then away.

"I was…" Hinamori's mouth was dry. She studied her swollen ankle. Finally she spit it out. "I was trying to escape Soul Society!"

Hitsugaya's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed. "Who drove you to this decision?" he asked.

"I did," Hinamori replied, wincing as she tried to stand up.

Hitsugaya forced her back down and asked the most simple question of all. "Why?"

Hinamori's usually gentle gray eyes flashed with bitterness. "Nobody wants me here," she muttered. "I hear them talking behind my back. 'She's a traitor. She plotted with Aizen. Even if she denies it we all know it."

Hitsugaya was quiet as he stood up and started to go inside of his office. Hinamori watched as he turned back at her, sighed, and went inside to call the 4th division.

Hinamori was running…her feet pounded onto the ground…her breathing became labored. Whatever was behind her was chasing her…she didn't want it to catch her. She slowed down…she became tired.

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Sunsun128: Hi!!! My first published fanfic!!! I support Hitsugaya+Hinamori to the fullest!!! Right Shiro-chan?

Hitsugaya: That's Hitsugaya-taicho!!!

Sunsun128: Yeah right, Shiro-chan. Even though you say that to Hinamori you don't really mean it.

Hitsugaya: -blush-

Hinamori: Did somebody call my name?