Okay. I'm really excited to finish my first multiple-shot fanfic! Yes!

Just to let you know, this is my first try at anything remotely fluffy for any couple, so bear with me and review to tell me how good it is...if it's good at all.

There will also not be as much humor as planned. Sorry about that

So please, R&R!

Hinamori

"Shiro-chan? Where are you?" Hinamori was having a pretty disastrous day.

First, she had woken up with a full tape of her apparent confession to Hitsugaya.

And now, he was nowhere to be found.

Hinamori had searched everywhere. His office was neat and tidy, no evidence that he had gone in at all. His room was messy, however, and Hinamori had caught two Shinigami sleeping together in there. Slowly backing out, Hinamori had ran across the whole of Sereitei, searching for him.

Hitsugaya

From a small, tiny hut in Rukongai, Hitsugaya stirred and shivered in the cold. Even he, the taicho that could withstand the cold the best, was cold.

I remember what happened now. THAT happened...Hinamori... the freezing cold enveloped him in its icy arms and he fell asleep again.

Hinamori

"Mou, I don't know where Shiro-chan is at all," Hinamori thought with a frown. Her emotions swirled around inside her. Friendship. Worry. Sadness. And a hint of love. She had never considered herself to be one of this fangirls that fawned over Hitsugaya; she preferred to stand to the side, silently watching him. He had been her Shiro-chan, and it was heart-breaking to see him grow up so fast in front of her.

"I've checked everywhere inside Sereitei four times now! Where else could he be?" Hinamori silently fumed as she furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about each and every place she had gone to. Little did she know that a certain Zanpakutou decided to make an appearance just to help her master.

"Tobiume, what are you doing here?" Hinamori asked in surprise as the tiny spirit settled onto the floor, her bells creating a soothing melody that was scattered in the wind.

"What does it look like, Momo-san?" Her spirit smirked. "I'm here to tell you where he is."

"You know where he is, Tobiume?"

Tobiume shrugged. "Not exactly, but I think I do know where he is."

"Where is he?" Hinamori could hear her voice growing anxious by the second.

"Do you really think that I would just tell you, Momo-san?" The spirit laughed, before calming down and staring at Hinamori with equally intense eyes. "What I can tell you is this: remember to follow your heart. Follow your heart, and you'll find him."

"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'll leave that to you to find out." With one last smile, Tobiume disappeared in a glimmering mist.

"TOBIUME YOU GET BACK-" Hinamori sighed in defeat. She continued thinking about what her spirit had told her.

Her eyes widened. There was only one place left that she could think of.

UP ON THE BALCONY

As Hinamori dashed across Sereitei, many pairs of bemused eyes stared down at her from the eighth division balcony.

"Ah, young love." Shunsui-taicho mused as he brought another cup of sake to his lips, Nanao attending to him.

"That stuff just makes me years younger," Ukitake agreed. Many of the other taichos murmured assent.

"So, has Kurotsuchi-taicho recovered at all?" Soi Fon was washing her hands free of blood.

"Currently his lieutenant is doing something extremely complicated to him," Kenpachi said.

"What is that?"

"Weaving fantasies of young, sexy women into his mind." Byakuya shook his head. Things were getting awkward between him and the second division taicho after another new video had shown up.

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"I'm not even going to ask how she's doing it."

Hitsugaya

He was so cold. Yes, he knew he had thought of that many, many times, but seriously, it was cold. And with only one tiny threadbare blanket in the whole house, what was he supposed to do?

Someone come help me...it's so cold I can't stand it anymore...

Hinamori

She crashed through the streets of Junrinan, searching for the house with the peach tree in front. Her old home, the old home that she shared with Hitsugaya and Obaa-san. Hinamori skidded to a stop in front of a decrepit, old hut that was falling apart. It looked nothing like the welcoming home she had when she was younger. Then only thing that looked remotely familiar to her was the old peach tree in front.

It began to snow. Tiny flakes landed all over the ground, coating it with a sheer layer of the purest white. Hinamori slowly walked into the hut, ignoring the icy, chilly cold that was freezing her butt off. She cautiously made her way into the common room.

And saw her childhood friend -and possible crush- lying on the ground, a ragged blanket thrown over him, shivering in his sleep.

Hinamori had to crack a grin. Apparently her friend had never remotely considered looking around the whole place for some blankets or pillows. She reached up to a shelf and pulled down several thick blankets and pillows. Gently she lifted up his head, pulled a pillow underneath, and set it down again. Hinamori also took out a fluffy, unused blanket and spread it over his body.

A feeling of drowsiness came over her. Hinamori had woken up at six; she had gone to bed at about three in the morning. Stifling a yawn, she made a small nest for herself before falling asleep.

Hitsugaya

It was warm. Not cold, but actually warm. Hitsugaya opened one teal-colored eye, then the other. Something heavy was cloaking his body, and he saw, in the dim light of the hut, that another thicker blanket had been carefully tucked over him. No wonder he wasn't cold at all. Someone had been there.

His eyes searched around the tiny room, coming to a sudden halt at a mound of blankets. Hinamori was sleeping, her small hands clutching the blanket that she had spread over herself. Her breath came out in shallow gusts of mist.

So she did know where I was, Hitsugaya thought as he slowly climbed out of the blanket. And she even had the decency to get me a pillow. His cheeks flared up slightly. How nice of her.

For just a few minutes, he just stared at the girl that was his friend. Her raven-colored hair was escaping from the bun that she had hastily put together that morning. A simple tug, and Hinamori's hair escaped from the cloth altogether. He noticed that her hair was long, past her shoulders in a slight curl. Smiling, he reached a rough hand out, and twirled her hair between his fingers. It was as fine as silk, as delicate as a whisper.

He was so engrossed in his old habit that he didn't realize when she had woken up, and was staring at him through large chocolate eyes.

Hinamori

The bed...so warm... Hinamori drifted to and fro in the river of sleep, when she felt a tentative hand touch her hair. One chocolate eye peeked open, and her cheeks colored. Hitsugaya was absentmindedly playing with her hair, his fingertips stroking each smooth strand.

"Ah, Shiro-chan..." The fingers stopped, as Hitsugaya's face became a color akin to a ripe red apple. Hinamori smiled as she sat up and stared back at him, before throwing her arms around him in a heart-stopping hug. "I finally found you!"

"Baka bed-wetter, where else would I be?" Hitsugaya mumbled as his face turned warmer and warmer. Had she always been that strong, or was he just getting weaker and weaker in her arms?
Finally Hinamori let go, and beamed at him. "So what now? Do we go back?" She began folding up her blankets.

"Wait. I wanted to tell you something."
"Hmm?"

"It's about yesterday." With those words, her heart dropped, her smile wavered, but she kept her ground.

"What about it?"

"Was it true? Or not?" He fought to keep his voice from quivering.

Playfully she stuck her tongue out at him, ignoring the sudden increase in her heartbeat. "Why should I tell you?"

"Just because."

"Because?" She crossed her arms as she sat next to him, wagging a finger in his face. "Not a good enough answer, Shiro-chan!"

Hitsugaya sighed in frustration. He didn't know what to say, or what to do for that matter. Just tell her straight out, or what? An idea popped into his head.

"I've been wondering...about the girl that I like."

Hinamori's heart sank just a tad bit lower. "So what is it? Do I get to know?" She added on a lighter note.

"Possibly," he replied, his eyes not ever leaving her face. "The real question here is, do you have the right to know or not."

"It's your decision, Shiro-chan." Hinamori sighed inwardly. When was she ever going to get the guts and just say it?

"I think it's better if I showed you instead." He ran a hand through her hair, before slowly reaching his hands towards her. Hinamori was frozen as he slowly pulled her to him. She felt her cheeks glowing heatedly as he slowly hugged her.

"Shiro-chan?" It was more of a question now, as she slowly looked up at him in disbelief. "What are you doing?"
"Showing you, baka." He smiled, a genuine, warm smile etching on his face. "What else would I be doing?"

"Shiro-chan..." Hinamori's voice drifted off as a happy smile graced her face. "I wanted to let you know...what I said yesterday was true."

Ugh my first attempt at anything remotely fluffy. Please review; you don't know how much that means to me.

I am done with my first multiple-shot fic. Thanks for reading!

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