Sanya – Cold Winternights
"If you make Hinamori shed only one drop of blood… I'll kill you" Hitsugaya Tõshirõ to Ichimaru Gin
A/N: Hello and welcome to my first HitsuHina Fic!! [insert sound of a desert] Aw, c'mon folks! Don't be so rude!! *cries in some corner*
Chibi-Angel-Ichigo: Uh, yeah, well, hello, I'm one of her muses… uhm… yeah, well, her medications made her a bit emotional so please excuse her behavior. She's ill so please stay patient with her…
Okay, I'm back *dries tears* Anyways, this story is dedicated to Pieps XD! Hope ya'll like it!
Published one day early but... aw, who cares anyways?
Ichi: A Peach Flower and a Sunray of Winter
It tore her apart, the sight of his pearl-white Haori drenched in deep red blood, his hair like fresh snow glittering scarlet in the sunlight. Drops of the cursed liquid were falling from the short blade of the creepy traitor, his face-splitting grin only a fraction wider than normally.
"Hi… tsu… gaya-kun?"
"My, my, was pretty feisty the guy, don't ya think?"
This was the moment when Hinamori Momo snapped.
~*~
Her breath was labored as she jerked up in her bed, eyes wide and cold sweat all over her body causing the white Kimono she wore to sleep cling to her body's every curve as her gaze slowly got used to the dimly lit room of hers. She let out a sigh as her heart and breathing finally calmed down.
Not again…
15 goddamn years since that cursed winter war.
15 goddamn years since she impaled Ichimaru Gin's neck with her blade.
And 15 godforsaken years since…
Since she saw Hitsugaya Tõshirõ die in front of her very eyes… shielding her from the blade of the traitorous Shinigami.
Why can't I just move on, damn it?
The answer was obvious and she knew it pretty well… but she couldn't help to ask herself the same accursed question over and over again.
I'm a helpless fool…
With yet another sigh she got herself dressed and went for the morning meeting with her Captain.
~*~
He was all too used to the daily timid knock on his office's door by now. Little less than 15 years could do this much to a person.
"Come in."
"Hai," came the habitually reply as the slim shoji doors were slid open revealing a short, dark-haired Shinigami gir-, sorry, woman with large yet droopy eyes. Closing the doors behind herself she paced forward, bowed in front of her superior and then sit down in the western-like chair in front of his desk, facing him.
The orange-haired Captain grinned kindly at her, setting down the brush with which he was doing paperwork just seconds ago – go figure who made him do it; no it wasn't Momo –, the gold band on his ring finger glittering in the yellow sunlight coming in through an open window.
"Ohayõ, did ya sleep well?"
She softly shook her head no at him being unable to lie to him. His grin turned into a concerned frown. "That dream again?" This time around he received a nod as answer. He sighed and filled another cup with hot tea, came around his desk and crouched down in front of her handing her the cup whilst clasping her fingers tightly around it. "Drink."
It was another, less-pleasant habit that they became used to albeit it happened only once or twice every few weeks.
At first it was awkward, having to deal with each other. He was the man who killed her former idol, after all, the man she had worshipped and now he was filling the hole that man had left. But they became used to it like they accustomed to everything else.
She slowly sipped from the hot, spicy tea he had offered her and was able to manage a small smile. "Arigatõ, Taichõ."
"No problem, Momo."
"So, how is Rukia-san doing?"
Ichigo groaned. "She's acting… pregnant, that is all I'm going to say!"
The petite Shinigami giggled lightly. "It's your fault, Taichõ! You got her pregnant!"
"How could I have known she would become so… so… argh!"
Hinamori's face became blank. "You know her, you could've done the math."
He sighed. "I know…"
Groaning once again he resumed his place behind the heavy desk and began searching through the countless files on his desk, some from his, some from the 10th Division with which he got stuck due to the fact the Squad was currently – or still – Captain-less and no one would even dream about trying to make Rangiku do her paperwork.
"Ara! Here, this mission just got in and I wanted you to take care of it."
Momo's eyes began to glint in curiosity as she took yet another sip from the cup in her hands. "Oh? What mission?"
He smirked. "It's in Karakura. Some strange Hollows are causing a ruckus and seem to be pretty… let me say unique."
She tilted her head in a puppy-like fashion. "Unique? In what way?"
"They are immune against Zanpakutõ."
Hinamori's eyes widened and she very nearly choked on her tea. "Immune against Zanpakutõ? How-?"
"That is what we are sending you for. Most low-level Kidõ spells don't work on them as well so we are sending a Kidõ expert. You are supposed to investigate the matter. If something happens or if you need help just contact us – I bet the clique wouldn't mind to ditch some paperwork," he coughed. "Me included."
She smiled. "No problem."
Ichigo handed her the file. "Here are the details about everything as well as the address you are staying at. Urahara-san is already waiting with a Gigai. Don't ask me why but the old guy wanted you to enroll in Karakura High… dunno."
She scowled. "You didn't doze off during the Captain meeting again, did you, Taichõ?"
The orange-head blushed. "… Maybe…"
"Taichõ!!"
Once again were the Division 5 members able to witness their Captain running away from a furious-looking Momo chasing him with fireballs from her Zanpakutõ. "How often do I have to tell you?! For the sake of the Squad PAY ATTENTION TO THE DAMN MEETINGS!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!!"
Yup, another normal day…
~*~
The 15-year-old teenager tossed around in his sleep as a hazy dream plagued his mind. Blurs of black, silvery lavender and light green flashed before his inner eye as two watery blue eyes pierced into his own gaze. He could feel bits of cold, blue ice fall onto his face, an icy chain of gray metal tightly gripped with his hands and then darkness all around him as his alarm clock ripped sleep away from him.
He groaned annoyed as he buried his head under his pillow and his right hand sought blindly for the sleep-button of his irritating clock.
There! Finally peace!
With an aggravated sigh he tossed his blanket aside and dragged himself out of his warm, comfy, inviting, tempting… stop there!
I hate Monday mornings…
But there was nothing he could do but silently fume about it.
~*~
"Ohayõ, Hitsugaya-kun~!"
The boy in question growled. Before his annoying fangirls could reach him he had already shut the classroom's door behind him.
Kami, why me?!
"Oooooo~haaaaaaaaaa~yõ, Tõshi-ARGH!!"
The young teenager had lifted his right foot, which made immediate contact with a black-haired boy's face.
"Yeah, yeah, Ohayõ, Asano-kun. Now back off, will ya?"
"Soooo mean!!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever…" the young white-haired boy mumbled annoyed and made his way towards his seat as class began.
As their teacher walked in – who seemed to have a stick up his ass 24/7 – he didn't even bother to check attendance or greet them. He just began talking. "Okay, first, tomorrow you'll receive a transfer student so please make sure to show your best behavior which means: Asano – no cheerful annoying, Hitsugaya – no bad morning temper, Kojima – no playboy-ing and the rest of you… just try to act normal. Okay, so now we're coming to algebra…"
This was when Tõshirõ shut off his ears and just wrote down what their sensei wrote on the board. It wasn't like he needed to study that much anyways…
It was just another normal Monday morning anyways… it wasn't like the world was going to end the very next day…
I had surprisingly much fun to write this first Chapter :D It's a challenge to write about Hitsugaya and Hinamori for a change xD Lol, anyways, no questions cuz like always I like to make people pissed off of me for letting a lot of things out in the open (like in here, for example, with Tõshirõ having the same last name like before, no, I wasn't too lazy to think of a new one xD)
Yup, the black-haired copy of Keigo is the son of Keigo and Tatsuki (one of my shipped crack pairings, back off…) and the 'Kojima' in here is the son of Mizuiro… and some older girl… maybe a converted Chizuru, go figure :D
A little short… ah, but if I had written more it would be pages long…
R&R, puh-lease~ And if you want Update Information look at my profile, vague dates are published in a separate column~
sanya – cold nights, cold winternights
The Kanji 桃 (Momo) can mean peach or peach flower whilst 日 (in 日番谷/Hitsugaya) can mean sun, sunlight or sunray and 冬 (in 冬獅郎/Tõshirõ) can mean winter or wintertime. Never let me alone with Bleach wiki and a dictionary for Kanji xD