Important Notice:
This story is currently being re-vamped/re-written completely for the NaNoWriMo and will be put up again after it is finished.
Until then, here's a sneak peak into the newer version of the story:
SO TSU ZEN
a bleach fanfiction
written by Cherry
original story by Tite Kubo
Prologue
Apophasis
Opening Theme: "Sky High" The Gospellers
"Fujiwara Saya of the 5th Division. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Hitsugaya-taichou." She'd seemed flustered, strained even, but he'd chosen to ignore it.
"I'm here upon Hinamori-fukutaichou's orders... She said that there's been a lot going on in this town recently, and that one more scout to handle all the little things would make it easier for those of higher rank to do their job without all the inconsequential skirmishes here and there... so..." She'd recited it as if it were a speech, prepared and memorized in verbatim. He'd disregarded her abnormal nervousness for inexperience and set aside the feelings of unease that had clawed their way up his spine.
He shouldn't have.
Maybe then, he would have actually completed his mission. Maybe then, he could have avoided all this needless heartbreak. Maybe then, he wouldn't have fallen in...
Her striking resemblance to Hinamori was the hardest punch to the kisser he'd ever experienced. Sometimes he wondered if Hinamori had sent her here just to punish him, but disregarded that thought immediately every time. She was too soft, too gentle, too nice to do that to him.
Being his 'co-worker' on this mission, Hitsugaya had already resigned to the fact that every living moment - figuratively speaking of course - spent with this girl was going to be gut-wrenching and razor sharp.
He was correct.
Two weeks into the mission and Fujiwara had already attached herself to him, parasitic, almost, but he was being harsh. Hitsugaya didn't mind her presence, far from it, it reminded him - perhaps a bit too much - of the watercoloured days spent with Momo under giant fig trees, spitting out melon seeds. If he had to name one thing he cared for least about this new girl, it would have been her eyes. Distant, cold, glassy even. As if the life had been sucked out of her whole and she was just this shell of what he assumed was once a real girl.
And it was precisely that which he hated about her, but cherished above all else. Just like... Momo.
It was like someone somewhere had sent him a time-machine, and was now allowing him to go back and correct all his mistakes. But, deep inside his saran-wrapped heart and bone-china ribcage, he knew it was all just a big, fat, lie he was repeating to himself over and over.
"Hinamori-fukutaichou told me that you liked manjus." He flinched. Talk about a double-whammy. 'Hinamori' and 'manjus' in the same sentence.
The thin stitches that kept him together were straining, stretching at the edges. And this girl, with her words like silver scissors was slowly, ever so slowly snipping them away, one by one. Snip, snip, snip.
"She said that when you two were little, your grandmother would make them for you."
Snip.
"And that you'd always offer her the last one, even though you really loved them."
Snip.
"And," she laughed here, "that she'd never take it but you'd force her to eat it anyways." She laughed again.
Snap.
Hitsugaya stood up, dusting off his dark-washed jeans and shirt. He cleared his throat. Fujiwara looked up, eyes boring straight through his skull. Hers was the only gaze that he could not bring himself to meet. Hers and Hinamori's... but then what was the difference? He shook himself. Of course there was a difference. Momo was Momo and this... well... this girl was just... this girl.
Another chill slid down his spine. He pushed it away.
Maybe if he'd followed his gut feeling back then, he could've gotten away when he'd still had time.
Ending Theme: "Please Stay With Me" YUI
More chapters coming after NaNoWriMo ends. :3
Until then, review?
-Cherry
