Long ago, a little girl and a little boy met. Some may call it fate, some may call it destiny, you could even say it was pure luck. Whatever the cause, if there was one, once their eyes met their paths were intertwined forever.

In the first district of western Rukongai was a little pigtailed girl with hazel eyes that lived alone. From a distance she watched the other kids play together in the grassy field just beyond dirt roads of houses. She came by and watched them run around and laugh, enjoying each others company but she never joined. A child living in the Junrinan district of Rukongai without a family was frowned upon. She never knew why.

One day she worked up the courage to confront the other kids and ask them if she could join their games. They stared at the little girl covered with dirt on her face on clothes. As soon as she asked they all burst with laughter at the idiocy that she had nerves to ask at all. "What are you, stupid?" a fat boy shouted at her. "Like we would be caught hanging around you!" said the bratty girl beside him. The little girl blinked in awe, what was wrong with her? "Go away!" they shouted at her and ran off to play elsewhere. She hung her head down as she walked away disappointed. Still, she continued to come everyday around the same time and sit on a branch of a tree far enough from where the other kids usually played to not disturb them and just watched. Swinging her legs back on forth while she sat on the branch she sighed, what was wrong with her?

On the nearby street of houses lived a little boy with miraculous pure white hair. He lived in a small house with his Obaa-san. He had a family, so naturally he wouldn't be shunned by society and have many friends. But he didn't. He could only guess why others were intimidate by him and kept their distance. Maybe it was his abnormal hair color, or the coldness of his eyes. Or his apathetic attitude. Either way, he gave up on the idea of making friends, he was content with his life with Obaa-san, the only person that wasn't scared of him. It will always be just the two of them, he thought.

For some reason, on this particular day that he went to the market to buy some snacks, he decided to take the short cut home. Cutting through the back fields behind the buildings he came to the clearing of a grassy field occupied by a group of kids. He started to walk close beside the building as he neared to pass by to avoid being noticed by them. Something in a tree not too far off caught his attention. A squirrel? Do they have those in Soul Society? But it's too big to be a squirrel. He squinted his eyes to focus and to his surprise it was a girl.

His curiosity got the better of him and he crept a bit closer towards the tree, hiding himself behind a bush. He gazed at the girl sitting up on the tree branch. She was observing the kids across the field. Why was she alone watching them? Suddenly she leaped off the branch and landed on the ground with ease. He finally noticed why she was alone, from where he was he could clearly see the dirt on her face and her worn out clothes. She must not have a family, perhaps not even a place to live either. She dusted herself off and disappeared in the woods.

After that day, he started to take the short cut route every time he went to the market and every time the girl was there on that same branch. He wouldn't stay and gaze at her, just a glimpse of her as he walked by was enough to not be considered a stalker he decided. Once, his eyes were so glued to her while he walked when he caught glance of her smile that he walked straight into a wooden wheel barrow, he flipped over and landed inside. He heard the voices of the kids asking what the sudden noise was, he hid in the wheel barrow until their attention was focused else where and ran home. The boy sat on the rooftop of his house. He sighed, what was he doing? Why couldn't he resist taking the short way home. But hey, its not like he wanted to see her, its just faster to go that way.

One day while walking home after buying some food for Obaa-san and himself, he heard loud voices of the kids in the usual field they played in. It sounded as if they were yelling. Hopefully they were too distracted they wouldn't notice him passing by. He neared closer behind a house and peeked around the corner. "Hah! I can't believe you fell for it!" the fat boy pointed his finger to the pigtailed girl standing in front of them in the middle of the field. A skinner, taller boy pushed her so hard she tripped and fell on the ground, landing on her butt with a loud thud. Then, they surrounded the girl and started to kick the dirt on her. She coughed when she inhaled some in her mouth and nose. The boy from behind the building dropped his bag and sprinted.

One of the girls stop kicking the dirt when she saw something coming towards the direction. "What is that?" she pointed at the white fuzz but before any of them comprehend what she just said over all the commotion, the white fuzz rammed his shoulder on one of the bullies side and knocked him down. " Don't touch her!" The pigtailed girl watched in awe as the boy that came from no where stood in front of her with his arms stretched out, shielding her from any further harm.

"You little punk!" the fat boy charged at him, throwing his fist straight at his head. The white haired boy dodged it with ease as he was much faster than his fat foe. He then countered with a punch of his own landing squarely in the boys nose. The fat boy landed on his butt while one hand cupped his now bleeding nose. They all gasp in shock at how strong he was. He continued to stand over the pigtailed girl, daring them with his teal orbs to come at him again. "Let's go guys!" one of them said and they all ran off.

"You shouldn't use your fists to hurt others."

The white haired boy turned around and his eyes met with hers and time seemed to have stood still. Her hazel eyes was filled with purity, making them much more beautiful up close. "You should stay away from them." he broke the silence. Much to his surprise, she blinked and gave him an innocent smile. He had expected her to run away like every other kid he encountered. She got up and dusted herself off. He gulped silently as his eyes came up to her chin, she was half a head taller—much more than he had estimated.

"I'm Hinamori Momo." a sweet voice came from the little girls mouth through her big smile. "It's nice to meet you." She held her hands behind her back and slightly leaned forward, waiting for him to give his name.

"Hitsugaya Toushiro." He turned and headed back to where he dropped his bag of grocery.

"Where are you going?"

"Home." he said without turning around.

Momo cupped one hand on the side of her mouth to echo her voice to reach the departing boy, "Ne! If you want to come play with me sometime, I'll be here!" He glanced over his shoulder at the girl waving and continued to head home.

Little Momo continued to come to her usual tree everyday hoping to meet with the only person that treated her with courtesy. A week went by and still no sign of the boy. She sat at the trunk of the tree, fidgeting with some flowers she picked, trying to knot them together to make a necklace. Her eyebrows furred as her little fingers had a hard time tying the stems.

"You shouldn't be playing around here. Those punks might come back." the familiar voice startled Hinamori and she dropped her flowers.

"Shiro-chan!" she got up with much excitement.

"Shiro-chan? What the—don't call me that!" What's with this girl? It's not like we're friends. And 'Shiro-chan'? No way.

"Anyway, it's not safe to hang around here." he told her once more but she tilted her head at an angle, wondering why not. "Forget it." he sighed. "Why don't you play at home." Crap. He forgot she probably doesn't have one. "I'm sorry...do you have..one?" he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

Momo nodded her head. "You want to see? Come on!" She picked up her small bouquet of flowers by the tree and before he could object she grabbed his hand and dragged him along after her.

They paced along a beaten path not too long until she stopped. "Here it is!" she pointed out. Toushiro was at a lost of words at the building before them. Her home was a worn-down abandoned shack. It was decent enough to have a not-so-sturdy-looking porch but there were holes everywhere. Momo picked out two rocks on the ground and went up to the porch and placed her little bouquet of flowers in between the rocks to erect them up. She placed her hand made 'vase'​ by the entrance of the door. He smiled. It is not the best house compared to others, but it was something.

"I'd better get going. I have to get these to Obaa-san." Toushiro pointed out his bag of grocery he almost forgot he was holding.

"Ja ne! Shiro-chan!" sitting on the porch she waved to him. He shivered at the nickname.

"It's Hitsugaya Toushiro!" he yelled over his shoulder.

A few days later, little Toushiro sat on his rooftop watching the sunset.

"Oh my." Obaa-san stared at something off in the distance. "Must be a fire, hope no one gets hurt."

Toushiro looked over and saw huge clouds of smoke off the horizon. That's where her house was. He jumped off the roof and ran towards the fire. "I'll be back, Obaa-san!"

Momo watched at the only home she knew scorch in flames. Next to her was the group of kids from before. "This is what you get for messing with us!" the fat boy yelled.

"Momo!" his voiced called to her. He came up to them. "You guys again." he clenched his fists.

"Get him!" The boys grabbed him by the collar and one of them tripped him. While he was on the ground they started to kick him.

"Stop!" Momo screamed at them. And without surprise, they didn't stop beating up the little boy. She squeezed through two boys and fell on Toushiro, covering up his body with hers. She winced in pain and tried her best not to cry. Toushiro tried to get out from beneath but she held him tight, not letting him out. After the boys felt like the two learned their lesson, they left.

Momo slowly and painfully lifted her sore body off Toushiro. "Are you alright, Shiro-chan?"

"Baka! You shouldn't have gotten in the way!" he yelled at her.

"But you were getting hurt."

"I can take care of myself." he wiped the blood from his mouth. "This is what I get for butting in other peoples business." He looked at her injuries, he felt guilty. If he hadn't interfered, those kids wouldn't have burnt her house down in revenge or beat on her. "Just leave me alone from now on. I was fine when I was alone."

"Don't say that...it's too sad." she got up and caught Toushiro in a tight hug. "Nobody wants to be alone." she caressed him tighter. "I will be with you, always."

Toushiro was speechless in her arms. "Momo..." he whispered.

She smiled. Her house was still on flames and she had just gotten pulverized by some bullies and yet here she was with not a care in the world except for the boy she barely knew.

"Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To my house. You can spend the night."

The two headed off, leaving the charred house behind.

"How did they find found out where you lived?"

"The bigger boy wanted to apologize and he asked to see where I lived so they can come by and play."

"And you didn't see anything wrong with that?" he looked at her with surprise at how kind she was, she even avoided calling the fat boy fat.

"No. Why?"

He sighed, "Nothing." She was too innocent for her own good.

They arrived at Toushiro's house and cleaned themselves up. In the time he was gone Obaa-san had just finished setting up dinner on the table and went back to the kitchen to grab an extra bowl.

"Momo-chan, why don't you live with us?" Obaa-san asked the pigtailed girl.

The three of them fell silent. Toushiro glanced from the corner of his eyes waiting for her answer. She sat with the chopsticks still in her mouth. Gently, she placed her bowl down and laid the chopsticks on top. Momo bowed her head, "Arigato, but I was taught to never take charity. I have two—" she placed a finger on her lip, trying to remember what to say. "I have two arms and two legs, I can do things on my own."

Toushiro and Obaa-san were shocked that she actually rejected her offer. "Well then..." Obaa-san thought for a moment. "How about I charge you. In return for letting you live with us, you must help with chores."

Toushiro smiled at how clever Obaa-san was.

"But most importantly, you must keep Toushiro-kun company." she smiled. Toushiro looked at her with much embarrassment, "Obaa-san!"

Momo jumped and hugged Toushiro around his neck, "Hai!!"

"Get off me!"

Obaa-san chuckled. It was the beginning of their life together. Toushiro glanced at the only two people that he would ever need in his life sitting on either sides of the table. It will always be just the three of them, he thought.

It was a story long ago forgotten. The little girl grew up and became a shinigami, the little boy followed soon after and the old lady passed on.

Hinamori sat at her desk, daydreaming again. She had not spoken to Hitsugaya since the confrontation in his office that night. She was heartbroken in more ways than one. Her former taicho was officially dead and she was betrayed by her best friend. She knew it was to protect her, but she couldn't get over the fact that he ruined her last chance of seeing Aizen one last time. Her hopes of closure were crushed.

Eventually, she wanted to apologize to him but she couldn't work up the nerves, she was afraid he was angry with her for getting angry in the first place. She shouldn't have said those things. Hinamori wanted to apologize but never did. Weeks passed, months, and eventually years.

Four years had past and things with Hinamori hadn't gotten any better. Hitsugaya waited in Yamamoto's office as he briefed him on his next mission. Yamamoto handed him the sheet of paper with the mission details on it.

"Your mission, Hitsugaya-taicho, is to retrieve the sacred 'King's Seal' that was stolen while being transported."


My version of the movie will have Hinamori! Bitches!

I am still undecided if this will be a happily ever after ending or not. I guess you will have to wait and see!

Thank you for reading!