"In time we hate that which we often fear
She never walked on water because no one really saw her
((((((((((LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLALALALALALALA, CHAPTER NUMERO TWO-..OH! lalalala, anyways, I'll give you a list of music I listened to for this one at the bottom aswell this time. Anyways, I don't own Bleach, though I still want to buy Hinamori and Hitsu!))))))))))
When they made it to the other side, they found the house they'd be staying in and settled in. Toushirou in the back room, Hinamori in the room on the opposite side of the house. She wondered through the house and into the kitchen, she pulled up a chair up to the table in time to hear someone clear their throat behind her. She jumped up, the chair toppling over, and twisted, falling forward. She closed her eyes and prepared for the impact but instead felt something hard but soft, and very cold beneath her. Momo's eyes opened to find an icy glare pinned on her, she immediately jumped up, and set up the chair, stuttering a slow, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't.. are you... " she paused, her babbling slowing as she looked down at her feet, "Okay?" She gained a grunt as a reply before hearing a low, cold, "sit down." She returned to her seat as he took the one across from her. The uncomfortably small table had their legs brushing constantly as Hitsugaya tried to explain what was going on. Momo listened and pulled her legs back so he wouldn't get annoyed with her. He pulled out a packet of papers and handed them to her, "this is our mission. review it and start living it." He stood quickly when their legs brushed once more and left. It was depressing.
Momo retired to her room and didn't leave till the next morning after she heard him leave. She had cried herself to sleep the night before after writing in her aqua journal, it was the same color as his eyes. She dressed in more modern clothing, jeans and a tight tank-top in a lime-green color. The mission was something of a nightmare, reading it.
(A/N:I'll tell you the mission now, don't worry)
Mission--
Hinamori-fukutaichou and Hitsugaya-Taichou have been sent to the other side to monitor the activity of the hollows since it seems there has been a climb in the rate of hollows producing. They are to act as human's during the day. Acting as a newlywed couple, Hitsugaya taichou will have a job, and Hinamori-fukutaichou will as well. We expect reports in bi-annually in human-side time. We've secured all preperations, and expect this to be sucessful in helping get rid of the climbing number of hollows. We also have high hopes this mission will be fine and their cover shall be fine.
Momo sighed, well that was the gist of it anyways. She walked out a found a note scrawled quickly without care and not signed, 'your job is at the flower shop down the road. don't be late.' She crumpled it up and threw it away before grabbing a light jacket (spring) and following the road til she came to a flower shop titled -"Aijou Flower Shop". She sighed at the name meaning sadness. Was the world really that cruel. She walked in and was met by a tall man, probably no older than her, who crudely through an apron at her. She held it a moment and stared at him, he then barked, "Your Hitsugaya, correct?! put on the apron and help!" She blanked for a moment and almost corrected him but stopped herself, that's right, in this realm-we're married, and said, "sorry, I didn't know I was in the right place, I wanted to make sure!" She strapped on the apron and grabbed a card board box, helping the man unload the flowers. He was wearing gloves, she wasn't. They were nearly done, chatting when they passed each other on the trips when Hitsugaya came strolling down the road, a button up white shirt with a black jacket slung over his shoulder and a pair of jeans, the top few buttons of his shirt undone. In his other hand he held two boxes, bentos.
For some reason he couldn't put his finger on, her laughing and talking with her co-worker pissed him off. She felt coldness creeping up her spine as she grabbed another cardboard crate of flowers. His gave her a quick once over, the only thing that slightly annoyed him was the strip of flesh that showed over her jeans as her tank-top rode up over her hips. Momo spun, the box still in her dirty hands and saw him. He thought he imagined it, but for a moment he could've sworn her face lit up a little. Maybe it was just too much hope. She smiled, he rolled his eyes knowing it was her playing along, and said, "Hello Hitsu-Toushriou!" It felt strange to be calling him that again but it was for the sake of it all. The other man came wondering out and looked at Momo with a slight glint in his eye, as he took another crate he looked down at that smooth skin his entire way past. Momo felt the air growing very cold as she mumbled a low, "let me put this away and I'll be right with you.." She walked into the back and put the crate down and came out with a wipe, trying to clean the mud of her hands, but not using gloves, she'd cut up her hands and it stung. She was standing close to Toushirou when her co-worker came out and once again eyed her.
Not even wanting to know what he did it, he pulled her foreword and kissed her cheek lightly. Even though She knew it was for their act, she still turned a light shade of pink. Her blush darkened when his hand traveled down, but she felt him pull her shirt down and take his hand back. He didn't like the way that guy leered at Momo. His mind sputtered quickly, 'why do I care…'
They ate on the bench outside of the flower shop in silence, anyone that walked by would have thought that Toushirou was possessed by something. There seemed to be anger radiating off him in waves, and Momo assumed it was her fault though she was wishing it wasn't. While technically she was right, it was really her co-worker who kept giving her a lascivious look. He was so close to freezing the guy, but still couldn't comprehend why, there was no point. He didn't like her like that, he just didn't want anyone else looking at his wife that way. They were suppose to be newly weds, and he was certainly feeling like a newly wed jealous husband. 'wait, jealous?! I'm not jealous, especially over hinamori.' Oh but he was, he was just not going to admit it.
While Toushirou argued with himself, and at that point, was winning, Momo sat next to him feeling more and more nauseas. Actually it was more, she felt her throat start to burn as her her nose burned and her stomach hurt. The girls that walked by eyed him with lust and raked her with a disgusted 'he-could-do-better-like-say-ME!' look. She was starting to feel worse and worse about the situation. He still hated her, she looked like a boy with long hair, knowing she had no figure and he was probably secretly stealing glances at those girls that walked by, giggling waggling their hips and tossing their hair. She stole a glance at him, he seemed to be staring off to her side, past her, probably watching those girls leave. She wanted him to leave soon, he was only there for their 'mission', and now she was feeling worse about herself, as if he hated her more. The only thing she wasn't thinking about?
When she told him she hated him… He. Never. Said. It. Back.
(((GRRRRRRRRRR THAT WAS FUCKING GGGAAAY –no offense to homosexual people- URRRRGGHHHH II NEED TO GO WATCH HITSUHINA VIDEOS FOR MORAL SUPPORT
okay, list of my lovley gay muse-music
SOUNDTRACK--
o1. collide-howie day
o2. next contestant-nickelback
o3.nothing good about goodbye-hinder
o4. homecoming queen-hinder
o5. speechless-veronicas
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o6. who i am hates who i've been-relient k
NEXT TIME, AGENT ORANGE!)))
