"Hiyori!" he called, running up to her. She slowly opened her eyes, an expression of relief now on her pained face.
"Shin...ji..." she whispered.
"Yeah, I'm here" he said, lifting her up.
"Where...are we...going?"she managed to ask.
"Home" he answered.
"No...I can't go...not like this..." she argued.
"Whatever" he sighed, not in the mood to argue with her.
He brought her to an abandoned old house, its rotted door easy to break down. The inside was old and musty, covered in dust and cobwebs. The air smelled like smoke and ash, the house probably abandoned after a fire.
He set her down on a dusty moth-eaten couch, sitting next to her.
"Shinji...it's cold...do something..." she ordered, pulling her sweatshirt tighter around her. He took off his coat and tossed it at her before starting a fire.
"Better?" he asked, returning to his seat next to her. She nodded weakly, gazing tiredly into the fire.
"Why...why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Eh? Why not? You'd just beat me if I didn't" he answered.
Why am I doing this? He asked himself, why do I always do what she tells me to instead of whats best for her?
Ever since they were shinigami in the Eleventh Division he'd been doing what she told him to.
"Shinji! Get my zanpakutô!" she ordered.
"Screw that! I"m going to get the captain!" he yelled back, running.
"Stop! Don't get him!" she shouted. Rolling his eyes, he reached the tree where she so irresponsibly left her zanpakutô.
"Catch!" he yelled, tossing it to her. In Heinz sight her should've just gotten the captain, but for some reason he couldn't.
Another time was when she got in trouble and had to face Captain-Commander Yamamoto.
"Tell him I'm sick" she ordered.
"Not a chance! Just suck it up and go!" he shot back. She glared at him, reaching for something to smack him with. "Fine" he sighed, leaving to tell the Captain-Commander.
Then she ordered him to leave Soul Society, abandon everything he had. He tried to refuse, tried to talk her out of it, but failed miserably and as a result was dragged out of Soul Society. They gained hollow powers, committing the ultimate taboo. They had crossed the Rubicon, they couldn't go back to Soul Society now.
"Shinji!" Hiyori yelled.
"Yeah, what?" he yawned, rubbing his eyes.
"You were just staring into space...it was freaking me out" she explained.
"You were worried" he pointed out.
"I was not! It was just scary!" she lied.
"Whatever...thanks for the concern" he said sarcastically.
"I wasn't worried!" she snapped. She leaned onto him, using him as a human(ish) pillow.
"How long has it been since we left Soul Society?" she asked. He gazed into the fire, pondering her question. When he had finally come up with a somewhat intelligent sounding response she was already asleep, snoring loudly.
He shifted position, trying to make it somewhat more comfortable for her. He wasn't the human pillow type, for that she would need Hachigan...or Orihime.