It's raining pretty hard outside tonight, thunder and lighting up the sky lightning right now, I went out on my deck and got the idea for this story. Enjoy.

Momo

The wipers on my cars couldn't push the hard rain away fast enough, so I had pulled on my blue hoodie and stuck my head out the driver-side window to see. Even with my own eyes it was difficult to see, the pouring rain and booming thunder kept rattling the car windows. Lightning flashing lit up the sky every now and then, rendering me blind for short periods of time. To be driving blind….is not a good thing.

Suddenly my car began to sputter and choke, then came to a complete stop in the middle of this ancient wooden bridge, a rain gorged river roaring underneath it. "No, no, no don't do this to me!" I cried and jammed on the ignition, desperately trying to restart the car.

I slumped down in the old black leather seat of my trust old camero, sighing and feeling miserable. This is just perfect, my car's broken down in the middle of the worst storm I have ever seen in my entire life, and I left my fucking cell phone at home.

A flash of lightning revealed a house on a hill, a good ways away from the safety of my car. A loud crack of lightning made me yelp, no way in hell am I going to stay in my car! Every crack of lightning made me jump as I hit the locks on all the car doors, and tucking the keys into my soon-to-be-soaked-blue-hoodie-pocket.

I stepped outside just another roll of thunder boomed overhead and lightning flashed, hitting a nearby tree and tingeing the fresh rain scented air with the scent of burnt wood. I hurried as fast as I could, using both hands to keep my hood from falling off my head, but it didn't help with the fact that I was already soaked to the bone.

I ran up the old path, nearly tripping over many old branches as I did so. Once the massive house on the hill was directly in my sights, I then fell flat on my ass. I glanced around at the mud I'd fallen into, looking for the source of what made me fall. I couldn't find it, but I found my blue jeans, hoodie, shoes, and hair now had a lovely thick layer of mud adhered to their surfaces.

I climbed to my feet, jumping at the nearby flash of lightning, and then practically ran to the door; it had an overhang so I wouldn't be soaked even more than I already was. I stared at the heavy brass doorknocker; it was a goblin or maybe a gargoyle with a ring in its jaws and talons.

Needless to say, it looked evil and I didn't exactly want to touch it. I forced myself to wrap my fingers around it and whammed it against the door three times. Oh, please let the occupants of this house be home, and please let them be kind enough to let me in.

Toshiro

I open my eyes and let out an audible hiss of annoyance; somebody is whaling on my front door and not letting me rest in peace. It's too early in the 'day' for people to be knocking on the door, far too early. I sit up with a sigh and shift my as-white-as-ever-hair out of my eyes and glance around.

Everything is as it was went I went to bed during the human's 'daytime', nothing has been disturbed but the peace and my door. If the visitor turns out to be Matsumoto I'm probably going to have to fix the door, again. Without glancing down as I walk, I fix my shirt by doing up the buttons that had become undone.

I grabbed the oil lamp I keep on a hook by the door and cast a simple candle fire spell to light the lamp. I don't like using electricity, though I know full and well that it lasts longer than a candle will if unenchanted. If I were to get my house wired up for electricity, I'd probably have to renovate at the same time so that the wires won't burn down my house as I sleep.

And calling in humans to work on my house will bring attention to where I live, then the pesky, nosy, and intruding humans will want to know when I moved into their 'lovely' little community and how long I'm planning on staying, do I live alone, where do I work etcetera etcetera.

With a my common scowl on my face I pull the door open, not pausing first to smell the air to see if it is someone I know like I usually do. "What do you want this early Matsu-" I broke off when I saw that a human girl stood before me, shivering, soaking wet with races of mud on her person.

Momo

The door finally opens, revealing a perfect stranger with and old fashion oil lamp in his grasp. "What do you want Matsu-"The handsome boy started to say, in a deep, rich baritone voice before cutting himself off when he looked at me. Something deep within told me to run, to get away from this boy at all costs.

I frowned internally while putting a soft smile on my face, the cold was beginning to get to me through my sodden clothes making it hard to focus. "Hi, um my car broke down on the bridge. I saw your house, and I um…" I trailed off looking into the strangers emerald green eyes losing my train of thought.

"I suppose this is when I ask if you want to borrow my phone and some dry clothes." He asked dryly and I blushed and looked down at my mud covered sneakers. "Yeah, that would be great. Is there a landline of something?" I asked as I glanced around seeing no telephone lines within sight, when had I last seen one? Maybe a mile or two back I suppose.

The stranger smiled a smile that hinted amusement "No, I don't have a landline set up in this old house. I'd have to get the house completely redone to make it safe for electricity. Though I'm sure I can rustle up some clean and dry clothing for you." The stranger mused and I smiled nervously back, fighting the instinct to run away.

The instinct was peculiar to me, I could see nothing that would make me terrified to the bone of this boy. So why was my gut screaming at me to run?

Toshiro

This human girl is quite peculiar, I can sense her uneasiness, that her instincts have picked up on the fact that by all rights she is prey to the predator of the night before her. Yet she doesn't run, she looks me straight in the eyes and speaks. If her senses are telling her to run, that a supernatural creature than can easily kill her is standing right in front of her, then why doesn't she?

I smiled to see her reaction, she doesn't have one except smile faintly back "My apologies. I should introduce myself, I am Toshiro Hitsugaya. You can come inside from the cold, here take my hand." I say and knowing I shouldn't be testing her, seeing if she'll stay or run away from me.

The girl smiles, I can tell for a human, that she's quite pretty. I don't need the lamplight or the lightning to see her face, I can see her face as easily as if it was a bight human 'day'. "I'm Momo, Momo Hinamori." Momo smiled and took my hand, not seeing the chord her surname had struck in me.

The Hinamoris. Their bloodline still exists? Now my own instincts are telling me to cast this daughter of the hunters away, or kill her. But she couldn't possibly know what I am, not yet. Momo slips her small hand into mine and lets me lead her into my house, trusting me.

I walk us over to the fireplace and let go of her birdlike hand, so delicate under my own for I could easily break it. I make a show of lighting a match, only to whisper another fire spell. The logs began to sizzle and crackle under the warm fire I've manifested. I turn to look at Momo, she's crept up to put her shivering hands before the fire, rubbing them to warm them.

I have to be careful now not to touch her skin, if she's a Hinamori, she might know what it means to come across a humanoid with icy skin that treats the night as day. "You stay be the fire, I'll go find you some clothing that might fit you." I tell her as she takes off her soaked sweater, putting it down beside her as she rubs her arms.

Poor thing, she must be really cold. I turn around and leave her be, mentally keeping tabs on what she does so she can't surprise me when she pulls out a weapon. It's been done before, a scenario like this one. It happened to Kaien Shiba, an old friend of mine.

Except with Kaien, he was killed. Human played broken down car in the pouring rain, asking for shelter, only turning out to be a hunter with a plan to kill once the guard is lowered. I won't let it happen to me, I've lived a thousand years, and I plan to keep on living. Even if the hunters found me they would have no jurisdiction to kill me. I don't feed on humans, I feed on forest animals such as deer or rabbits. I don't leave the carcasses behind either, I keep the meat and cook it for a 'human' meal later on.

But the hunters may still find a loophole, and kill me anyway. If they've sent Momo to kill me, they'd better be prepared to never, ever see her again. I'll make sure of that. If she's guilty and tries to kill me, she dies. If she's innocent and doesn't know of her ancestors bloody heritage, I'll let her live.

Momo

Toshiro left the room after being stone silent for a few minutes. I can't help but wonder why he had such a strange face when he heard my last name, it's just a name after all. I so badly want to just remove all of my soaked through clothing and warm up by the fire, but I know I can't do that. If this was my own house and I was alone I'd do so. But not while I'm in a stranger's house at god knows what time of night.

I hear the sound of Toshiro coming back, his shoes making a slight clicking noise against the wood floors. I feel a soft blanket around me and I looked up in surprise. A moment ago I heard him approaching from the hall, now he's given me a blanket. "Thank you Mister Hitsugaya." I say and draw the blanket tighter around myself, shivering involuntarily.

Toshiro smiled softly at me, his eyes unreadable, yet somehow dangerous. "Please, call me Toshiro. These belong to my sister. They should fit you. I'll remain out in the hall until you're done." Toshiro requested and I nodded "Thank you…Toshiro. I appreciate it." I replied and unfolded the clothing, pretending not to notice the audible quotation marks when he said sister.

As I look at the clothing he left me, he walks out of the room and back into the hallway, barely making any noise as he did so. A white short sleeved blouse and black slacks. I'll have to keep my bra and panties on, luckily they didn't get soaked through entirely. I pull of my wet white t-shirt and cast is aside, and struggled into the blouse.

I scrambled out of my wet jeans cursing at how damn hard it is to get out of them, then pulled on the slacks. The cuffs puddle around my feet and they begin to slip down, I hoist them up and retrieve my belt and fasten it so that the slacks remain in place. The shirt fits fine, the only problem is the slacks because they're a couple sizes too big. Without socks or shoes, I'm decent again in borrowed clothing. I take a breath readying my lungs to call for Toshiro.

"I'm done. Thank you for the dry clothes." I call and within seconds Toshiro's back in the room, more handsome then I remember. "You're welcome, do you want me to get your old clothes cleaned for you?" he replied and gestured at the puddle of my original clothing.

I glance at the clothing, then back at him and nod "That would be great, thanks." I smiled and froze as he was suddenly in front of me. A moment before, he was in the doorway, now he's right here. "There's a bathroom down the hall on your left. Feel free to wash the mud from your hair." He whispered sultrily in my ear, making me shiver from his teeth gazing my ear when her spoke.

I felt a pang of wanting as he bent down and retrieved my clothing from the floor, then walked back out in a small number of smooth gliding steps. I can't put my finger on what he is, maybe an aristocrat? I take a breath and follow his directions opening the first door I see, to find an actual shower. I pull on the dials and wait as water starts to pour from the faucet, and began to make adjustments so that it won't scald my scalp.

Toshiro

I waited until I heard the water begin to run after I'd cast a spell that would make the clothes as clean as they day they were bought. Once I could hear it running I closed my eyes and searched mentally for Rangiku, the second I probed her mind she fired an angry telepathic message.

What is it now Toshiro? I'm in the middle of something.

Yes, I figured you would be. I've got a situation. I sent back and felt her emotions shift through the telepathic link.

What kind of situation?

I have a Hinamori in my house.

A HINAMORI? DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH?!

No. I'm not entirely convinced she's a hunter. No weapons in her clothes.

Doesn't change anything. I'm coming.Rangiku sent back as she broke the link. I sighed and put a hand to my temples, this is going to be a fun day. I snapped my eyes open when I heard the water stop running, and heard Momo coming out of the bathroom. I could smell her sweet scent, it didn't have the annoying tinge all humans had, or the musk of those that have killed a supernatural enitiy.

Just the smell of peach scented blood. Peaches. How unusual. I heard the front door being swung open and knew without trying who was at it. Rangiku Matsumoto had entered the house.

Dun Dun Dun! What's going to happen to Momo I wonder? And what exactly is Toshiro? Will Momo find out? See you guys next chapter! R&R!