Notice: Thursday, May 12, 2011—I will try to get chapters up quickly, so I will leave a note at the top of each chapter if I do more than one upload in a day. I have thus far uploaded chapters 6, 7 & 8 today. Yesterday I posted Chapters 2-5 so if you didn't check in yesterday then you might want to go back.


Watching Karin


By fate they met in Karakura Town. He helped win a soccer match due to her stubbornness. Luck allowed him to save her life. Now Hitsugaya can't get Kurosaki Karin off his mind. So he watches over her, unfortunately he isn't the only one watching.

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach, I don't. I also do not make money from writing fan fiction.

Karin is very headstrong and stubborn. She is about to demonstrate this to the white haired soul-reaper.


Chapter 8: Karin Proves Her Point


On the walk back to her house he noticed, like it had not been there before. Guys her age and older were staring at her legs and her backside. He hated this and wanted to beat the crap out of every one of them, but hadn't he been doing the same thing to her? He restrained himself.

What worried him most were the older boys. Some of them looked like they could be dangerous. Karin was still pretty drained. Even at full strength, if she were caught off guard than she'd be in trouble.

She stopped. He was so busy thinking that he walked right into her. She stumbled forward, but managed not to fall, "What's wrong?" She asked sensing the sudden hostility. The white haired boy said nothing.

"Are you OK? You're not angry with me for something I have done? Are you?"

He relaxed, "No, sorry about that. You shouldn't go anywhere alone, though, especially now."

"What are you talking about? Is this about what I said earlier? Boys look at girls like that all the time. I'll be fine." She cocked her head back. She looked very alluring in that pose, He thought.

He did not want to say anything and make her worry or worse, accuse him of trying to control her. He shrugged it off and took the lead, "Where would you like to go now?"

"Well seeing as I have melon juice on my shorts and my legs are sticky I think I should go home and shower." She turned and started walking the other way pulling him along.

"Oh, OK." He went with her.

When she got home she made him promise to stay down stairs while she went and washed up and changed.

She came down in something a little too frilly to be hers. It must have been her sister's. Is she punishing me for what I said? He groaned to himself. She was wearing a pastel blue shirt that was cut kind of low and had very short sleeves that were cinched with little white bows. She was wearing a pair of short white pants that seemed to go with the shirt. The legs were cinched at the knee with blue ribbon and white sandals with just the slightest bit of a heel. Her hair was parted to the side, instead of brushed straight back. She looked very pretty.

"I'm feeling much better," She grinned menacingly at him.

Uh-oh, she looks mad, He thought.

"Let's go." she kind of glared at him. She offered her hand and pulled him back out the door.

Now walking down the crowded street he really noticed it. He was getting angry. He heard some guy whistle at her. Before he could react she had turned and with a single look frightened the poor guy to death. As she pulled him along this happened a many times, each time he'd just stay back and watch. She would glare, confront, and even throttle would be harassers. Toshiro was actually starting to enjoy it, except he was getting scared of her (just a little).

She smiled at him, "See."

He finally had seen enough, "Alright I get it. You can take care of yourself. Have you ever done anything like that before?"

"No'" She was only to certain that she had proved her point when a wave of dizziness hit and she fell into his arms again. He brought her to a chair at an outdoor cafe and set her in it.

"See." He said coldly. He wasn't smiling, "you look like you could use something to drink. He went to the counter and ordered her a soda.

He came back and handed it to her, scowling. She thanked him, and sipped at the sugary beverage. He sat across from her and looked into her eyes. Neither of them was really angry anymore.

"I'm sorry," they both said at the same time.

"What do you want to do now?" She asked.

"I'd like to take you home so you can put some more clothes on." His mouth parted into a small smile.

"Well you can forget that, If my dad sees me in this outfit," She looked at him with a dead straight-faced, "He'd kill you."

"Why me? You are the one who's wearing it." He defended himself.

"But you are the boy I'll be standing next to when he sees me wearing it." She felt satisfied that she'd trumped him. He let her have the win. He was enjoying himself a little too much, he thought.

He noticed that she really did look tired. He got up, "I should take you home though."

"I'm fine," She tried to get up but fell back into her seat. He took her hand and helped her up they walked home together. He tried to ignore the other guys ogling her.

And she doesn't think she is that pretty. He sighed in frustration.

He kept her close, for fear of losing her to someone else. How could she come to mean so much to me in such a short time? He had no idea, he finally just accepted it.

When they got home he said goodbye, they did not kiss. Both wondered why.