Authors notes: Hello out there, as you might can see on my stats, this was/is my first story here on *Casts confetti and celebrates* I've wanted to write fanfiction for this site in a long time, but since I'm danish and my writing skills in English haven't been the best, I didn't write anything. Until now ^^

I hope that my language is understandable and that you enjoy my story. I'll keep updating whenever I get the time, and of course, while I still find it enjoyable to write this or other stories x)

I really appreciate all your nice reviews for my first chapter, and it makes me smile big every time x) the reviews is what makes me hurry up to continue a story.

Please take good care of me ^^

~ Whispering Mink

There will be some mature themes in this chapter, but nothing extremely explicit.

The silhouette of the open window above his futon slowly began to appear in front of his eyes. Rubbing his eyes sleepy, he sat up on his futon where he immediately noticed the heaviness of his body. He felt awful. Awful and completely tired. His whole body was sore and he honestly felt like someone who had just sprinted a full marathon.

Slow but steady the occurrence of the night before came back to his still fogged head, and it immediately made his teal eyes go wide open. He shook his head and then directed his eyes towards the room, and after that his futon – which unfortunately held no sleeping Hinamori. A small sight escaped from his lips even though he would be surprised if she were actually there.

The night before had been pretty rough for him to say it in a mild way.. Both on the physical level and the mental one. After all, he lost it in the end and decided to just go with the flow, and since Hinamori never seemed to stop him, but actually had urged! Him to continue his act, he decided to complie to this request. It started almost lovingly with Hinamori leading him, and always taking the next step whenever Hitsugaya was unsure. But eventually he surrendered completely and began to take over the whole situation. He sort of wanted to forget what happened after that. How he changed, how he let his jealousy go overboard, and how he slowly threw these emotions upon Hinamori. It was not fair. He shouldn't be the one to decide her feelings, after all, he couldn't change anything if the man Hinamori really cared about was Aizen and not him. It was a truth he had a hard time realizing.

And even so, he should have stopped. As he had lost his mind and pounded her into his futon like in a trance of pleasure and jealousy he should have stopped. It was never meant for them to cross the line, but even so they did.

All the days from that episode and onwards were horrible - Like mentally choking. Before the 'accident', him and Hinamori could speak somewhat normally together from time to time, but that also changed the following day.

Hitsugaya put his traditional captain clothing on and threw his green sash over his shoulder while his thoughts still lingered at Hinamori. He had been called to an audition with the other captains, and was now making himself ready to go there. He gently rubbed his own shoulder in an attempt to lessen the soreness he had got there, while he walked out of his living barracks not so far away from the appointed room in Seireitei, where the meeting should take place. While his squad all greeted their captain, Hitsugaya just gave an almost inaudible, 'morning', before he switched to flash steps so he could get past them before they saw the cracks in their proud captains icy mask. He had lost way too much of his pride, and he didn't want his squad to see this. After all, the fall of a captain meant the fall of the leading role for the whole squad, and while Matsumomo would be able to make an substitution for a while, both Matsumomo and Hitsugaya knew that her powers weren't enough in the dark times they were wandering into. With both Aizen, Gin and Tosen gone, they lacked 3 powerful captains, so if Hitsugaya were beginning to break as well, it would be a disaster to way too many people.

As he reached the appointed room for the meeting, he was surprised to see that all the captains and their next in command had arrived, including Matsumomo...

and of course Hinamori.

With slow and steady steps he walked to his standing place at the side of Matsumomo and the meeting began shortly afterwards. It was not an unusual meeting, most of all about the situation regarding Aizens disappearance and how they were supposed to handle the growing problems it had triggered. Nothing unusual but none the less important... And even so Hitsugaya found himself looking at Hinamori almost non stop, analyzing the features of her facial expression and body language. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was wearing a pretty blank expression as if she was not really focusing on anything. Her clothing was the usual black ones, and her brown hair still seemed a bit messy like in the previous days.

His teal eyes literally stared at her, but Hinamori never once looked at him. He knew that she was well aware of his presence, so clearly she was avoiding him the best she could. It hurt him.. Hurt him more than she probably knew. He was proud after all so it really hurt deep inside him when she acted the way she did, and ignored him like if he was air.

After what they did the previous night, he had somehow expected a reaction from her and not the cold shoulder he was receiving at the moment. He would actually prefer that she was angry.. if that was the case he had something to analyze, but now he stood with nothing, and it was driving him mad.

After the meeting Hinamori had left immediately, not giving him a chance to confront her. Because of that he gave most of the days paperwork to Matsumomo, even knowing that she probably wouldn't finish it, and then went out to find Hinamori.

He knew that finding her wouldn't be that hard since she spent most of her time in Aizen's old living barrack. Most likely to still keep a glimmer of the past and most of all the old Aizen she held so dear.

As he got to Aizen's old living quarter, he silently slipped in the door - just to find the place exactly as he recalled it last time he visited Captain Aizen. In other words the Captain Aizen before he became a traitor.

On a futon in the middle of the room, however, did a beautiful girl lay in her traditional uniform, with her hair splaying beautifully across the pillow and another pillow in her thin arms. Hinamori.

He approached her almost cautiously as his teal eyes lingered at her intensely. He felt so sad inside whenever he saw her like that. Since they had lived together for many years and had a childhood together, Hitsugaya was well aware of what the pillow she hugged so desperately against her chest meant. It was something she did in times of sorrow.

As he sat down beside her and just looked at her vulnerable face as she slept, he lost all his intentions to speak seriously with her for a moment. Just looking at her was enough. Out of care and concern he gently let the tip of his thumb brush her cheek. He observed as her eyelids weakly moved from his touch, but apparently without completely waking up. He smiled. A thing he did rarely, and only for Hinamori. As she just lay there with the uniform slightly crooked, which allowed a little bit of her pale shoulder to be visible – and also the little red marks he had given her the previous night. With a slight disgust of his work, he let the tip of his fingers gently brush against the most visible mark.

What a night it had been.

She received these little marks almost halfway through their little game. He was already inside her when this happened and he was rocking against her, which made those little sounds of pleasure escape her throat – The sounds he immediately learned to love every inch of, since he knew they were truthful. Maybe she was able to lock him out and cover up her emotions – but the emotions her body showed that night were definitely something she really felt. That was why he loved those sounds.

Eventually, when she was close to her peak, Hitsugaya could feel as her nails slowly dug into his back, and her hips pressed stronger against his slim waist.

And that was when he began to kiss her neck. It started as gentle kisses but developed into something else when Hinamori at last said something..

They had been sucked out for words ever since they both were completely naked, so the sudden words were pretty unexpected. As she was clinging to Hitsugaya, and he was still continuing to pound in her with his eyes closed, the words slipped from Hinamori's mouth.

"A-Aizen Tai.. chou"

Hitsugaya shook the thoughts out of his head, not wanting to recall the memories just yet. After that he began to bite her instead of the gentle kisses, and he refused to let her go at first. Even though he never said anything about her words, he was almost positively sure that she could feel the difference in his acts. There were no more gentle touches, no kisses, no nothing.

He smiled at himself. Swelled in his own irony. He felt like a girl who had been taken advantage of, if that made any sense. And even so, he could never justify in his head what he had done, or why he took it so damn far. Hinamori came to him with the intention of comfort, and what did he do? He bit her, ravaged her and made marks on her otherwise flawless body.

He was not fitted for the tittle 'lover' and neither the title 'friend'.

But he still needed to know how she felt and once for all open her eyes for the monster, Aizen, she had fallen so deeply in love with. Hitsugaya didn't expect her friendship or love after that, but as long as he was able to make some of her misery go away he would be happy on her behalf. And that misery started with Aizen.

When he finally removed his fingers from the marks on her shoulder and was about to leave the barrack again, he noticed how Hinamori slowly moved her body and opened her eyes in a sleepy manner, while Hitsugaya just stood at the doorway with his eyes at her. It took her only a few seconds before she noticed Hitsugaya's presence which made her stumble upon her own words in surprise.

"Hi-Hitsugaya..?!"

Hitsugaya bit his own lips by her words, trying to conceal the distance he felt towards her when she addressed him by his formal name. However - before she could say more, he closed the doors behind him shut, and once again turned against her.

This time slowly walking towards her.

"Hinamori.. We need to talk"

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Authors notes: Here is chapter 2 ^^ I hope you enjoyed reading it and I'm happy to receive any! thoughts on my story, since I'm new to writing fanfiction in English. Don't expect next chapter to be out immediately, since I have an big assignment to do at the moment, but I'll see if I can squeeze some fanfiction-writing into my schedule anyway ^^