A/N:

Oh.

My.

God.

Okay, I feel absolutely horrible and I think I'm the worst fanfiction writer who has existed T.T" I neglected my stories for AAAAAAAAGES! WAH! But thats all in the past... I'm gonna start updating again! (Yay?) but I wrote this in a rush because I felt so bad and I'm pretty sure everyones forgotten where I got up to.

This is the part after Hinamori and Kira get thrown into jail.

Yup, hope that clears things up, AND I AM SO SORRY THAT I COULD DROWN EVERYONE IN COOKIES!


Spread Your Wings

The cell was cold, dark and empty apart from a single occupant and a chair. Hinamori's eyes were unmoving; they stared at the same spot on the opposite wall without blinking. It was almost as if the Fuku-Taichou was a statue, motionless except for moments every now and again when she clenched her fists more tightly. From the corner of her eye, Hinamori saw movement and flinched.

"It's okay, it's just me…"

The voice was quiet, hesitant. The person slowly stepped away from the shadows that were concealing her. Sorano's dark eyes were cast downwards, as if unwilling to look the Fuku-Taichou in the eye.

"Ah… well, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

'Great conversation you're having here, Sorano; I bet you would be much more comfortable talking to a rock.'

"Um, great! I'll, uh, see you around."

"Okay."

'Yup, waaay more comfortable.'

Shunpoing away from the awkwardness of the situation, Sorano managed a hasty retreat. The Taichou sighed and raised her head, watching the clouds move by slowly. Everything was going wrong these days, absolutely everything. And it all started when she became Taichou because of Aizen's death. If Aizen was still alive and well, none of this would have happened; everything would still be perfect and she would peacefully be the Third-Seat of the Fifth Division. There would be no need to pick a fight with the Taichou of the Third Division for almost definite reasons. Absolutely everything would be fine.

"Sorano Akina, if I'm not mistak'n."

Sorano whirled around, biting her lip in anger.

'Speak of the devil.'

"What do you want, Ichimaru?"

"I'm just curious 'bout how Hinamori-chan's feeling. I'm pr'ty sure you just came from where she was, eh?"

"Momo is feeling just fine. Thank you for your concern, Ichimaru." Sorano practically spat the word out.

"Well, I'm pr'ty sure that you didn't check up on Izuru. I should go see how he's goin'."

The man's voice then dropped, and it sounded almost as if he were talking to himself.

"But a Taichou's got a lotta work. I don't think I have time to just wander 'round like this."

Ichimaru turned and started to walk away, but not without casting a look over his shoulder towards Sorano. His fox-like grin sent shivers down Sorano's spine, but his words were what left her in a heap on the ground.

"Ya' know, being the Taichou of the Fifth Division seems kinda dangerous recently. You should watch your back, if ya' know what I mean."

On the surface, the words appeared to just be a friendly warning. But underneath, Sorano couldn't help but feel as if the words were a threat; a declaration of war. Ichimaru turned his head back and walked off without looking back again at the crumpled Taichou. Sorano could just tell that the grin on Ichimaru's face had grown wider. Sorano's mind went wild.

'He comes here saying he's concerned about how Momo's feeling, but I just know that was some cover-up. Then he claims that he wants to see how his Fuku-Taichou is doing, but suddenly decides against it, saying he doesn't have the time. It's almost as if he came here for no reason at all… except to give me that 'warning'…'

The Taichou felt another shiver. Slowly rising to her feet, Sorano tried to shake the horrible feeling in her stomach away. She ran towards her division without even a glance to the side. Her pounding footsteps didn't rest, until she suddenly felt a whoosh in front of her that faded away almost instantly.

"What the-?!"

Sorano turned her head to the right; the direction from which the projectile had come. She saw nothing but a tree with its branches bending in the gentle wind. Then Sorano looked to her left; there was a wall with a tiny, tiny crack in it, with the projectile in the center. Shakily, Sorano walked towards the small blemish in the wall. It was none other than one of her own needles.

'N- No way...!'

Raising her unsteady right hand, the Taichou pulled the needle out of the wall. Without a doubt, the needle belonged to her. No one else in Soul Society would have such weapons, let alone be able to use them. Sorano squeezed her fist even tighter, her knuckles turning white from gripping the needle so tightly in her hand. The Taichou's eyes then suddenly grew wider. Her grip on the needle was so tight that it was a miracle that she didn't snap it. In a blur, Sorano spun around in a circle and swung her right arm out, needle in hand. There was a high pitched TING! sound, followed by clattering and then Sorano froze, breathing hard. There, rendered useless on the cement ground, was another needle.

She didn't need any confirmation; Sorano knew someone was after her life.

Sorano didn't let down her guard. Another attack could occur at any given moment. Time slowly passed. One minute. Two. Three. Four. All was still. It was then when Sorano realized why there would not be another attack; the two needles that had the intent to kill her were the same two needles she had used to settle matters between Hinamori and Kira. There wouldn't- couldn't- be a third. Cautiously, with a needle in each hand, Sorano walked through the doors of the Fifth Division, into safety.

It was all just too much for Sorano to handle. With Aizen's death that happened only a while ago and Ichimaru's eerie warning, it felt like no where would be safe.

'Ichimaru's… warning…'

Sorano jolted up with an idea. What if Ichimaru was the one who had thrown those needles and murdered Aizen? It would explain why his warning was so sinister and maybe even that chilling smile he always wore on his face. The Taichou shook her head quickly; she didn't want to think about such thoughts. Walking to her desk briskly, Sorano seated herself and tried to concentrate on her paperwork. It was a near impossible task. When Sorano finally gave up, she let her pen fall to the table with a light clunk. She pulled open a drawer to put the paperwork in so she could save it for a later time, but as soon as the drawer opened, Sorano noticed a neatly folded sheet of paper addressed to 'Hinamori-kun'.

'It's probably from Aizen. He always called Momo, Hinamori-kun.'

If that was true, it was a piece of important evidence that shouldn't be tampered with. She rose to her feet and left the Fifth Division, letter in one hand and weapon for defense in the other. Without a doubt, her final destination would be the First Division; that way she could give the letter to Yamamoto So-Taichou. Lost in her own thoughts and troubles, Sorano didn't notice that she was about to bump into someone.

"Oi, watch where you're going!"

"Ah! Gomen!"

Sorano quickly bowed in apology before berating herself for forgetting she was a Taichou now. Standing up straight, she was met with the piercing green eyes of Hitsugaya.

"Hitsugaya-kun! Where are you going?"

"It's Taichou. And I'm going to visit Hinamori. What about you?"

Sorano explained in a rush about the letter she had found and how it was likely that it was written by Aizen. Hitsugaya seemed interested enough and asked to see it. As soon as he saw Hinamori's name on the front, he demanded that he take the letter instead.

"Eh? Why?"

Hitsugaya averted his eyes.

"I need to go to the First Division later anyways. It'll save you the trouble. Besides, I'm sure you have a lot of paperwork."

Now it was Sorano's turn to look away.

'True…'

Slightly reluctant, the Fifth Division's Taichou handed the letter over to Hitsugaya before quickly turning around to walk back to where she had come from. She waved and hand in the air in farewell as well as calling out.

"See you around, Hitsugaya-kun."

It didn't escape Hitsugaya's attention that Sorano carried a weapon in her hand.

.X.

The child prodigy walked slowly towards the building where Hinamori was, his eyes focused on the letter in his hand. It would probably be wiser to give it to Yamamoto So-Taichou as Sorano had suggested, but Hitsugaya couldn't help but think that Hinamori had the right to read Aizen's final letter to her.

The exchange between the two had been awkward. Hinamori was very reserved after the recent event. The two of them shared a quiet conversation of few words. Hinamori's eyes appeared lifeless and glassy until Hitsugaya passed her the letter. With the letter in Hinamori's hands, Hitsugaya took his leave.

And then Hinamori was left alone with the letter.

Her eyes widened with each and every line until her hands were shaking from the shock of it all; she couldn't take it all in. But the line that had stunned her most was written clearly in Aizen's writing and the words looked like they were jumping out at her.

The one who will bring around my death is...


A/N: I bet there were bajillion mistakes in there, but nevermind that for now... I'm not gonna blabber on for much longer here, I've got other stories to update! Next up: HitsuHina Alphabet!

&. strawberrii