Hey here's the new chapter XD. Thanks for the review it's really appreciated. I know last chapter was very short, but this time I tried to make it longer. I hope it won't disappoint. Please review, but above all enjoy!!!
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The will to protect
The boy sat in his usual spot, at the staircase of the old, condemned building. He watched the snowflakes ride the icy wind through the narrow alley, noticing how gloomy it was, when the sun didn't shine. He wasn't too happy about the darkness, but the cold on the other hand didn't really bother him. After a few years walking the streets, he had gotten used to the cold. He hugged his knees, gazing through the falling snow, his turquoise eyes searching for a merry-faced, brown-haired girl. She should be here soon...
After all she had been passing through this alley every day for about 2 months, ever since they had met here. Ayame was one of the rich kids and went to school and such. She was in seventh grade, and every single day, when she finished school, she would come to this spot, where he would be waiting for her to teach him. It hadn't been long, before he could read, write, do math and other stuff. Ayame had told him several times that for a 5-year old he was unusually smart.
A small smile appeared on the boy's face, as he saw the familiar figure emerge from the cloudy whiteness. His smile quickly faltered though changing to a look of concern. Something was obviously wrong. Ayame was walking fast, at the break of running, and she kept glancing over her shoulder. The boy rose to his feet, as she approached him. "What's wrong nee-san?" he asked giving her a quizzical look. He noticed the sweat on her face and her slight panting. She had been running… "I'm sorry Shiro-chan… I can't stay today." She threw another glance in the direction she had come from. The distress and fear in her eyes didn't pass the boy unnoticed. "Nee-san?" The question died on his lips, as the answer became visible through the blizzard.
Four young men were quietly approaching them. The boy didn't like it one bit, his instincts told him to run, but he didn't want to leave Ayame's side, a strange urge to protect her keeping his fear at bay. "What do you want?! Stop following me!!!" Ayame was undoubtedly trying to be stern and insisting, but her voice was shrill, and the boy traced fear and exasperation in it. He glared at the men; they wore shabby, dirty clothes just like himself. Ayame sniffed, tears running down her red cheeks. "I will give you my money… Just please leave me alone." Sly grins appeared on the men's faces… Apparently they wanted more than just her money… "Oh no baby… I think you are coming with us," one of them said, reaching for something in his jacket.
The boy reacted instinctively… He had seen a gun be pulled before… Last time it had taken away his mother… This time he wasn't going to freeze up and let those creeps hurt the closest thing he had to family. The boy launched himself towards the man the second he saw the hand emerge from the pocket and screamed for Ayame to run. Getting her away was all that mattered to him; he would have to worry about the rest later. Without the slightest bit of fear he aimed a kick for the only spot, where a boy his size could harm a grown up man. If he could buy some time, Ayame might be able to escape. The man groaned in pain, while the other 3 stood completely dumbfounded from surprise. The kicked guy swung his arm, striking the boy's stomach. The boy felt the air getting knocked out of him and fell to the ground. He rose quickly, as he tried to catch his breath. "What the hell! You are going ta pay for that! Damn kid." The boy ignored the words coming from the man, his attention lingering only to the object in the man's hand. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He had seen it happen before… The day his mother died… That was how he knew that only 5 shots could be fired from that gun. He was well aware that there was no way for him to escape, but if he could take all 5 shots, Ayame's chances would be greatly increased. Even though he had seen death before, he was scared, now that he had no choice but to face it. But he was not going to let those bastards realize that, so he steeled his resolve and met the eyes of the person, he knew would be his killer.
He felt the searing pain in his chest before the sound erupted, warm liquid flowed down his cold body making his shirt sticky, as the taste of blood in his mouth and throat made him want to puke. The men were staring at him with somewhat excited expressions on their faces. The boy just wished they would get on with it… The pain was almost unbearable, but he was determined to take another four shots. He stood there staring at his killer… Waiting, and finally they came. Four shots simultaneously… The boy still stood, the snow below him turning red. "Let's get outa here that kid's not human!!" the men ran off in the direction Ayame had fled…
The boy looked towards the sky. As he watched, he felt number and number, while the sky turned from pure white to grey. He thought it might have been his imagination, when the wind picked up becoming and icy storm. He heard a roar of thunder and fell forward, but at the same time he felt like shooting backwards, while the storm intensified. He landed on his back and heard a soft thud from somewhere near his feet. The storm disappeared. The sky returned to its former whiteness, with snowflakes falling calmly towards the ground.
The boy sat up very slowly and couldn't help, but let out a shocked cry at the sight that met him. He sat wide-eyed in the snow, looking at what appeared to be himself..? Was he dead? His body was lying flat on the stomach with the head turned, so that it faced him. Half his face was buried in the snow, making only one of his eyes visible. A shiver ran down his spine, as he looked into his own barely recognisable eyes. Not even a single gleam was reflected in them. They were just cold, empty, turquoise ponds that kept staring without seeing. He was startled out of his thoughts, when he suddenly he felt something. His skin shivered lightly, as some sort buzzing sensation went through his body. The sensation grew stronger, as if coming closer, and he quickly hid, by entering the condemned building through a gap in the boards blocking the doorway. He had made it just in time. The very moment he turned to keep an eye on his body, he saw her…
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AN: I hope it didn't disappoint… This would be my version of how Hitsugaya died. Ayame is my own idea, and I deliberately tried to make her a little like Hinamori… I will update as soon as possible. Reviews are as always welcome.