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Chapter Three: Journey of a 1000 Miles
A young teenager with spiky white hair strolled down the streets, his hands in his pockets, his teal eyes not really seeing anything around him. Cars zoomed past him, blaring horns and blasting 'music'. He didn't understand modern music. It all sounded the same to him and had no talent at all. He couldn't even call it music.
Suddenly, a soccer ball rolled down the hill on his left. He instinctively stopped it with his foot before it rolled into the street. He used hit foot to bounce it up grabbing it with a hand. He looked back up the hill and saw a girl, maybe a year or two younger than him, wearing gym shorts and a sports jersey. She was holding a tattered bag used for holding large sports balls.
"Thanks!" She smiled and walked over to him, her dark eyes twinkling with some kind of inner fire. "I thought for a second that my ball was a goner! You've got some pretty good reflexes." She complimented him, taking back the offered ball.
He shrugged, not bothering to reply back. He kept walking, thinking their discussion was over.
"So I've never seen you at school before. You don't look very much older than me." Inwardly he laughed.
"Graduated."
"Really! Cool! You must be pretty smart to have already graduated when you're so young!" She was holding the ball underneath one arm, walking beside him, still smiling. He glanced at her. Why was she still following him? She must want something.
"So what do you do know that you're graduated?" He shrugged.
"Then, are you busy?" Here it comes. People are so predictable. He shrugged again.
"Great!" She apparently interpreted his shrug to fit her needs. "My friends and I are having some trouble with some middle-schoolers. We have this bet against them. If we win a soccer game, we get to use the field. If they win, we can't ever use the field again. The only problem is that my friends don't have any confidence so they want me to find someone who can help. And I think you can!"
Her statement was met with silence, as he continued to walk, staring blankly ahead. He was forced to stop as she suddenly ran in front of him, a determined look in her eyes.
"Look, it's just for one game. First to 5. It'll be this Saturday at 4. Please come. We're kind of desperate. I won't bother you again." Her eyes were pleading with him. She had very expressive eyes.
He paused for a second, observing her eyes, before walking around her.
"So you'll come?"
"Who knows?"
Saturday, he somehow found himself walking towards the soccer field. He had no idea why. Probably because he was bored. Maybe because he liked seeing that girl's expressive eyes. He wouldn't try anything. He was much too old, even if he didn't look it. And it would always end the same way.
He was late, and the game was already in full swing. However, the second the girl had seen him, she called for a time-out. She quickly ran over. To his well-trained eye, he realized that her knee was injured. Probably from a dirty trick by the older boys that physically matched Toushirou's age. They had that sleezy look about them. Her friends just looked like idiots. And they were down, 3 to nothing.
"You came!" Despite her injury, she was smiling happily. Her eyes spoke of hope and fire. He shrugged.
"Sweet! Now this game is in the bag!" Her friends looked dubious but she was the obvious leader and ignored their doubt. He shrugged again.
"Player change!" She signaled to one of the boys, who obediently trotted up, giving his spot to the newcomer. She grinned as they walked back out on the field. "Thanks for coming. I knew I could count on you."
He had a brief memory of other people saying similar things in other types of fields flash through his mind. He shook it away. It was game time.
They finished with an easy 5 to 3 in favor of the girl's team. They had tried to get Toushirou to join in their group celebratory hug, but he easily dodged it.
He walked away from the field, having completed his mission. He was stopped again as the girl called out to him.
"Hey! Hey, wait! Oi! Kid!" He stopped annoyed. He didn't like it when people called him kid.
She grinned when he stopped, ignoring his glare.
"I just realized that I don't know your name. I'm Kurosaki Karin, by the way." She held out her hand for him to shake. For a moment, he debated ignoring it and walking away. Instead he reached out and grasped it with his own calloused hand.
"Hitsugaya Toushirou."
Her smiled widened. "Pleasure to meet you Toushirou."
I can't not write a HitsuKarin. I'm in love with them. They are my OTP.