Hello my good people! I'm back with another chapter!
I'm just warning you, the psychology in this chapter is going to tease you, because our little Shiro-chan is indecisive and in pain xD
Anywho, enjoy!
Oh, I don't own Bleach... (I wish o.o)
Chapter 1: The Awakening
She regained consciousness numerous times, all flashes of vision and then suddenly black again. At first, she woke up with harsh pangs, coming from her midsection, where she had been stabbed. The flashes of vision revealed she was being moved, and healed. She remembered Unohana-san looking at her wounds in an extremely worried manner, and handing her over to squad twelve. Why she was in the research and development department, she didn't know.
Subconsciously trying to put the facts together was exhausting. This was especially true when one was trying to retain their life. Finally, she was waking for a duration longer then a mere moment.
When her eyes opened, her breathing was shallow, and she saw people in the background. She felt a weird sensation in her midsection, near the wound. As she looked around through slitted eyes, she realized she was still in squad twelve's barracks. They appeared to be regenerating her internal organs. Closing her eyes, she decided to spend her energy not on assessing her surroundings, but to think of how she got here.
She remembered falling, and feeling a great sense of not understanding what had just happened. Hinamori remembered being held by the one, who to here, betrayed her, and the pain he emitted afterwords.
But, the thing she remembered most was the bright white hair, and those striking ice blue eyes widened in utter shock.
He had been able to wake up and retain consciousness more then she had. It was to be expected, he was a captain, even though his wounds were debatable about being worse then hers. The twelfth squad had been in charge of recreating the majority of his left side, since Aizen had sliced it off like butter. Eventually, he had regained his arm and other missing body parts. He had spent the last two days out of the twelfth barrack regaining his strength.
It was obvious to everyone around him that he was suffering. Socially, he had been withdrawn and reserved in the two days he had been up. He was in shock at what had happened. People around him theorized that since she was perhaps more then half of his childhood and care, he couldn't even comprehend that he had hurt her.
The depression he was suffering was quite a burden to watch for those who were closer with him. Matsumoto had tried several times to loosen him up, or even just talk to him, but he only returned with a few remarks, and then walked off with a zoned out look.
Sometimes they would find him on the roof, staring out at the sky or the stars. But other times, they wouldn't be able to find him. In truth, he would be off in a cave, training. Though he appeared to be lost all the time, he was actually thinking rationally. He had decided that if he couldn't protect her even from himself that he would completely master that power of his zanpaktou. That way, maybe he would be strong enough to see through the power of an enemies illusion.
He was in the cave right now. His breath was shown as fog in the air, from the sheer cold of his training grounds, and it came in quick rasps. Letting out another cry, he sent out an icy attack at a stalagmite he was imaging as Aizen. It snapped in half, but his stoic expression didn't change.
His Ryusenka still wasn't powerful enough.
Scowling, he sheathed his zanpaktou. The ice wings that were donned on his back from bankai materialized and he walked out of the ice cold cave. He had entered here early this morning, and it was now nightfall. The stars above him were just starting to appear, and glitter. It was here, away from the seireitei, that one could truly appreciate the night skies of the spirit world.
No one really understood why it replicated the sky of the world of the living if they were supposed to be the world of spirits. Perhaps they were in a dimension parallel to the world of the living, therefore having the same qualities. The whole concept was hard to grasp.
However, this wasn't what was on his mind. It was Momo he was thinking of, and he wanted to know if her regeneration was going well. Toshiro had been too scared to go and visit her in the past few days, knowing his presence might shock her. To him, that would be a slap to the face, and he didn't want to experience it. That's was why he was scared.
He put his arms behind his head and took his eyes off the night sky, and instead turned them upon the path back to the soul society. He'd been gone for a while now, he should probably go back so he didn't worry anyone.
Back at squad twelve, they were all breathing sighs of relief. Hinamori's before unstable condition had begun to stabilize out. However, that didn't account for the mental damage she had also taken.
In the front of squad twelve, Toshiro had his back against the wall next to the gate that went in. His turquoise eyes were trained on the moon. He was waiting for the lower seat gatekeeper of squad twelve to confirm with Kurotsuchi that he could visit. It probably wouldn't be a problem, seeing he was a captain.
His original goal had been to come back home, but he had the impulse to come see Momo. To be completely honest, he was extremely scared. He had heard Matsumoto talking to someone else without knowing he was there. Apparently, her mental condition was also quite a bit unstable. It was all because of him too.
He scowled.
When he dreamed at night, the only visions that graced his mind were the ones of him stabbing Momo. But in these ones, it was much worse. He not only stabbed Hinamori, he was a monster with no heart. In one dream, he was even working with Aizen against Hinamori. These dreams made increasingly hate himself, and he felt agony, even in his dreams. He felt the agony he had felt when he found out that he was the one who stabbed Momo.
The gatekeeper was taking to long, and he was chickening out. Toshiro started debating whether he should flash step the heck out of here, right as the gate swung open again.
"It's confirmed you may visit her sir, her condition has recently stabilized. Right this way." He motioned for the tenth squad captain to follow him.
Toshiro sighed and followed, he had to get this over with. Their footsteps clacked on the floor as the walked down the hallway. They walked what seemed like forever, before the finally stepped in front of her door.
"This is her room sir, call us if you need anything." With that, he walked off down the hallway.
His compulsion to open the door was great, but he had a revulsion to find out what might happen behind it. He winced and took the sliding wooden door in his hand. The hand that gripped the crevice used to open the door, calming his composure. Sliding the door open, he stepped into the room.
Toshiro let out a breath, she was sleeping. Relief coursed through his veins, and he turned around, not wanting to disturb her. That is, until he heard a small voice behind him.
"W-why are you here?"
Yeah, that cliffy just happened. Sorry, I didn't feel like putting anything else into this chapter. And yes, I know it's a bit short xD
