Ehhh… I'm getting bored writing this story because I just want to get to the MAIN POINT of this story. So, this is a pretty… uhh… rushing chapter…. Yes, I guess it is…

I hope you enjoy it, and thanx for the reviews!

Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach.

Ch. Hit It Hard

"Shi-rou-chan!" I sang as I walked up to him in the school hallway.

"Hey, look. It's Toshirou's girlfriend," Ichigo stated as he saw me walk up to them.

"Urusen, Ichigo." Toshirou glared at him.

"What? It's true."

"I'm not going out with him. Besides, I've got my eyes on someone else…." My voice trailed off as I saw… well, you know. Aizen-san. He was down the hallway from where I stood.

Shirou-chan looked at him in disgust. "He even goes here? Is he stalking you?"

I glared at him. "No. He's not stalking me. He said that he goes to this university."

Ichigo looked at us confusedly. He then started to pester us about who we were talking about. "Who does? Who, who, who, wh-"

"Oh my gosh, Momo! Your crush even goes to this university! Isn't that just fantastic? It's fate!!!" Rukia exclaimed, interrupting Ichigo. She glared at Shirou-chan. "See? Aizen is Momo's one true love! It's fate, I tell you, FATE!"

"Okay, okay. I got it the first time you told me that. You don't need to scream it in my ear again," Shirou-chan said as he glared daggers at Rukia.

Ichigo shouted, "WHO THE HECK AR-"

"Momo!!!!!! Did you see him, did you see him? It's that guy!!! EEEKKK!!! Can you believe he goes here!? I think that's wonderful. Momo can finally be with her one true love," Orihime giggled, popping out from nowhere. She started to squeal. "Ooooh! I get all giddy just thinking about it! YAY!"

"This guy, Ichigo," Shirou-chan stated, answering Ichigo's uncompleted question.

"No shit. I figuredthat out. I meant, WHICH GUY?" he shouted back at Shirou-chan.

"Some stupid guy with wavy, brown hair and freaking dork glasses."

I whacked Shirou-chan on the head with my bag. He glared at me. "What the fuck was that for?!"

"Humph. He is notsome stupid guy, Shirou-chan. His name is AIZEN SOSUKE."

"And those "freaking dork glasses" make him look super cool!" Orihime piped up. I gave her a gracious smile as she gave me a smile that said, 'No problem!'

"Super cool," Rukia added. 'Ba-riiing-a-ding!' "Ack. The bell! Orihime, let's go! Iba-fujin will be sooo mad if we're late!" I stood there as I watched Rukia and Orihime fly off.

"Well, I better get to class too. See ya," Shirou-chan said as he walked off towards his next class.

"Gotta go," Ichigo stated, walking off in the opposite direction of his class. He quickly walked back as he muttered and smiled nervously at me, "I meant to go this way."

"Uhuh. Sure. Bye." I walked towards my next class, Children Care Class A. (uh….. I'm nothing close to a pediatrician so I have no clue what classes they would take….) I had always wanted to become a teacher when I was little, but Senna, the smarter one, told me that I should become a pediatrician.

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"Ne, ne, Momo. What do you want to be when you grow up?" My sister turned towards me, sitting on her bed as she held her pink pillow tight.

"I've actually always wanted to become a teacher. Every time Mrs. Arisa asks us if any of us could help out with the programs to help with the younger children, I always sign up. And, every time I help out the children, it's just so much fun! They are so cute!" I replied, explaining the details so she wouldn't become confused. Obviously, though, she wouldn't be confused because, well… she was the smarter one. And prettier one too.

"Why a teacher? Why not a pediatrician? Or a… nurse? Teachers don't make that much money. I mean, they're not poor, but I've always pictured you in a nurse's outfit…. Do you know what I want to be?"

"What?"

"I want to make a brand for people!"

"….Make a brand? What's that supposed to mean, Senna?"

"You know how I love to design clothes?"

I nodded, looking at her with confusing eyes. What did clothes have to do with branding people? HUH? Yes, I know. I'm not the smartest person on earth, but I'm pretty sure we don't learn about this in 8th grade.

"Well, basically," she explained as she brushed the bangs out of her face, "I just want to start a fashion company! I love designing clothes. Besides, many people have told me that my clothes are fantastic!"

I smiled softly at her. "Yeah… It's true. I think you should totally go for it."

"What about you then?"

I looked at her. "What about me?"

"Are you going to become a teacher or a pediatrician? I think you would make an awesome pediatrician, Momo. Children won't be scared around you so they will probably listen to you and won't be too shy around you either. You're so nice and fun around them that I think this would be the perfect job for you!"

"I'll think about it, but it's only October, still the beginning of 8th grade. We're only thirteen, and our birthday isn't until June the third."

"Yeah, you're right," she replied with this smile that made everything seem better. A smile that you couldn't help but smile back at, even if you hated her to death, although there was nobody that hated her even an ounce.

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I opened the door to my classroom. "Ms. Hinamori!" my teacher of whom I still don't know the name of said. "You're late. Please sit down in your seat!"

"Hai," I muttered softly. I slowly walked over to my seat next to the window and sat down after I placed my bag on the floor.

"Now, ignoring the interruption by Ms. Hinamori, who can answer my question. Yes, Mr. Komaki? Correct! Children need to know that you are protective and that you won't hurt them! Another question! What should you teach children about medicine? Yes, Ms. Todoka? Exactly! Never to use it unless there is an adult around! And…."

I listened to my teacher as he continued to babble on about what we should be teaching the children and such. I quickly jotted down all the important details that Mr.No-namer-because-I-have-no-clue-what-his-name-is stated.

-X-

"Hey, Hinamori-san! Do you want to go out with me for lunch?" asked Aizen-san. He came running up to me as I exited out of my last classroom before lunch. How did he know this was my last classroom? Shirou-chan stood next to me because he had that same class at that same time too. He looked at Aizen-san suspiciously. I'm guessing that he thought the same thing I just did.

"I saw your friend Kuchiki-san and asked her where you would be right now. She said that your last class before lunch was Algebra Calculations C," he said. "So anyways, you want to go out to eat right now? I don't have another class until 2."

I looked at Shirou-chan to see if I could get a permission. I still don't think that Shirou-chan likes Aizen-san. I wonder why…. He just had his 'whatever' face. I turned towards Aizen-san once again. "Okay! But I have to be here by 1:30. That's when my next class starts."

He smiled his gorgeous I'm-so-happy smile at me. I could've started swooning, but… I'm not like that. "Let's go to that sushi place right around the corner, okay?"

-X-

"My favorite color? That would be… turquoise! A light one though. The dark one's kind of ugly."

"Really," he pondered. "I thought the dark one is kind of pretty. So, what's your favorite kind of food?"

"Hey! You have to say what your favorite color is first!"

He laughed. "Right. My favorite color is… black."

I scrunched up my face. "Black? I like black and other colors but… plain black is just so dark… like… danger or something… Unless, of course, you're looking outside at night over the lighted city. "

"I don't know, but it makes me think of the mysterious things around me. So, what's your favorite food?"

"Dumplings! Shirou-chan makes the best dumplings ever! By the way, what are you studying to become? Is it something medical because our university is more into the medical fields than others…."

He nodded. "I'm studying to become a psychologist."

"That's in a medical field? Well, I guess it is… when you really think about it…. Why?"

"Why a psychologist? I don't know. I guess it's because I like to give therapy. I'm odd like that."

"You're not odd! You're cool! It doesn't matter that you like to give therapy. There's nothing wrong with that, you know."

He chuckled as he placed a piece of sushi inside his mouth. After he finished chewing and swallowing it, his face became a little more serious. "Hey, Hinamori-san…"

"Hmm? What is it, Aizen-san?"

His fingers went through his hair softly as he looked around nervously. "Will you… you know… go out with me?"

I looked at him for a minute or five… until his words had real meaning that is. "Me? Go out with you? Like… boyfriend – girlfriend thing?" He nodded.

"Sure! No problem!"

He laughed, "That's great!"

I smiled at him, "Perfect, actually!" He stepped closer. "Momo…. Do you mind if I kiss you then?"

I shook my head and watched as his face came closer to mine. Then finally, his lips touched mine. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it was nice and very sweet. Although… there was a little pressure…. I'm sure he didn't mean to.

-X-

"And now, we're going out! Isn't that just great, Shirou-chan?!" I squealed as I told Shirou-chan what had happened earlier during lunch. We only had one class together, after all. Shirou-chan was studying to become a fitness and exercise professional instructor, kind of like a physical psychologist. Basically, he would help get people who used to be anorexic or obese in shape again.

Shirou-chan made a scowling face. "Him? You're going out with that idiot?"

"He's not an idiot, Shirou-chan!"

"Whatever," he paused. "We're at your house, Momo."

"Hmm? Oh, yeah…"

"Do you still need a ride to and from school because you do have a… boyfriend now. You really don't need me."

"Oh, right… I guess… I'll talk to him about it, but if he can't drive me, can you take me, Shirou-chan?"

"Yeah. Why not."

I stood outside of his car as I watched him drive off.

-X-

It's been two months since I've been going out with Sosuke. Today is November the fifth, and he's taking me out. I don't know where yet because he said it was supposed to be a surprise. I can't wait. I've spent hours putting together an outfit, and now, I'm totally ready. Sosuke called me earlier to tell me that I should get someone to take me to his house because he had to go out and do something. I already asked Shirou-chan to take me, and he said okay.

BEEEP!

"Senna! Your friends are here! Momo, get Senna for me!"

"Um, Okaa-san? I'm Momo. Senna's not here."

"Then where is she?" Okaa-san demanded.

"She's with her husband… in Kyoto."

Okaa-san sighed, "Oh, I don't care who that car is for, just hurry and get there so that guy will stop beeping his car!"

"Okay…."

I ran outside to Shirou-chan's car. "What took you so long?" he asked as I got into the car.

"Okaa-san was yelling because she wanted you to shut up."

"Oh. Is he going to take you home, or do you want me to pick you up later?" he asked me as he turned a corner.

"He'll take me home! I think…."

"What time will you be home?"

"He said somewhere around 10:30…."

"I'll pick you up at 10:30 – 10:40 then, okay?"

"Hai! Arigato, Shirou-chan!"

-X-

(A/N – I'm way too lazy to write out the date with Aizen and Momo. Besides, this is a Toshirou and Momo fic, why would you want to know all the sap and mushy stuff with Aizen and Momo? Just letting you know that I will not write out the date, but the after date where she's at his house, okay?)

"Do you want me to take you home, Momo?" Sosuke asked me as he poured some tea into some cups. We had an awesome time on the date. The "surprise" was this drama on play that I told him I wanted to watch, but all the tickets were sold out. I wonder where he got the tickets…

"Iie," I shook my head. "Toshirou is picking me up."

All of a sudden, his eyes held anger, jealousy, and rage inside of them. "Why are you hanging out with him!? Are you cheating on me?!" he growled as he walked towards me.

I backed away in fear. I muttered nervously as my eyes wandered towards the floor, "He's my best friend… No, I'm not cheating on you, Sosuke…."

I looked up expecting him to say, "Oh, I'm sorry I got so mad" like he usually did. What I didn't expect him to do was slap me on the cheek. It was a very stinging, hard slap. It hurt like heck. I winced as he gave me the blow. "Don't lie, you bitch! Tell me the truth!"

I brought my hand up to my cheek and felt tears coming to my eyes. "I'm not lying, Sosuke!"

"Stop talking to him then!"

"No! Just because you're my boyfriend, it doesn't mean you can control my life!" I shot back, but that just earned me a hard blow in the stomach. I held my stomach tight as I moaned. I felt myself being lifted off the ground. "Shut up and do what I say," he growled into my ear, and then he threw me against the wall.

I collapsed on the floor and sat there for a while while I was holding onto my stomach. There wasn't any blood, thank goodness, but my arms and legs felt like they were twisted. Tears fell down my cheeks as I stumbled standing up. I didn't know Sosuke was like this. I always saw him as someone sweet and nice. That was always how he portrayed himself. I should've listened to Toshirou. He told me that Sosuke wasn't a good guy… but then, I haven't seen much of Toshirou lately because I was always hanging out with Sosuke. I rarely talk to him now.

Sosuke walked up to me and handed me a phone. He shoved it against my ear, and I winced at the pain. "Call him and tell him that I'm taking you home. Don't give him any sign that I harmed you," he ordered.

I took the phone from him and slowly dialed Shirou-chan's number. "Hurry up!" he barked. I placed the phone softly against my ear and heard it ring a few times, and then I heard his voice on the other side of the phone.

"Moshi, Moshi. Hitsugaya desu."

"Toshirou?" I mumbled softly. "It's me, Momo."

"Momo? What's wrong? You don't seem so well. Do you want me to pick you up a little earlier?"

"Iie. I'm okay, Shirou-chan. Sosuke said that he can take me home, so you don't have to stop by later, okay?"

"Are you sure? It's not any trouble if that's what Aizen is worried about."

"No, it's okay…"

"All right. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Aizen glared at me. "Tomorrow? You're seeing him tomorrow too?" I nodded. "You're not going anywhere with him! I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow. I'll be there at one, so you better be outside by that night."

"Actually, Toshirou," I muttered, "tomorrow isn't a good day. Sosuke gave me a pair of tickets to a concert to go with him, and I feel bad backing out…"

"It's okay. I'll see you in school then."

I muttered a good bye and hung up. I thrust the phone back to him. Wrong move because he grabbed my wrist and almost fully twisted it. "Stop it!" I cried.

"You're supposed to love me and only me!"

"I don't love anyone else! Toshirou is just my friend!"

"It doesn't look like it!"

I got rid of his grasp and rubbed my wrist to get the pain out. "You know what? I don't love you at all! I HATE you so leave me alone! You're a sick bastard!" I stumbled to the door, taking my purse with me. I was just about to step out when he got in front of me. "Oh, you're not going anywhere."

I tried to push him away but failed. "I need to get home! Okaa-san will be worried!"

"Ha! Don't try to lie to me, bitch. You've told me basically everything about you from how you think you're sister's perfect to how your mother hates you. That trick isn't going to work on me."

I struggled to get out of his grasp. "Get away from me, bitch!"

He frowned and gripped my chin and turned my head towards him. "What'd you call me?"

"A BITCH! Do you want me to spell it out for you? B – I – T – C – H! Bitch! Now let go of me!" I answered as I shook my head to make him loose his grip. He punched me in the cheek and knocked me unconscious.

The last thing I heard before my head went completely blank was a familiar voice saying, "Hey, bitch! Let go of her!"

Yes, this was my… uh… "dangerous" thing. I had to rush into this. There was supposed to be more abuse, but I'm really bored with this ficcy…. Ahaa…. Sorry if you were expecting more! Gomen!!! I hope you liked the rushed chapter though! Review if you liked it! Thankss!!

Xoxo MimiMichie