Title: Color
Summary: White is boring. White is lifeless. White is plain. So how come someone like you who is a height deprived, rude, watermelon seed spitting, prodigy blessed with white hair? HitsuHina
A/N: YES!!! UPDATED!!! My schedule's a rather messed up one but I find myself wanting to write a new chapter every time I get the chance. --, Thank you very much for your patience I really appreciate it. Reviews help me a lot to push forward to writing more chapters and I really appreciate them. Thank you so much.
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Disclaimer: Look if I owned this I wouldn't be here writing this, this would actually happen in the series! But sadly I don't own so you don't sue okay?
Everything back at Karakura High School, and when I say everything it includes everyone and anything under the sun, are at the peak of their festivity spirits.
School festivals are the ultimate break from dreary homework, terror teachers and the boring home to school, school to home routine. Each class has the chance to show off their hidden talents and exhibit how extravagant they can be by coming up with all kinds of props and costumes for the school play competition, special themes and designs for the classroom booths and various decorations and prizes for the different games.
Yup everything is very festive alright.
Especially since the arrival of a group of transfer students who... er... are rather "ignorant" of the said activity and are very willing to go through the whole experience.
A certain raven haired girl whose hair is loosely tied in a ponytail took her time gazing at the different shades of paint laid out on her table. Her arms are crossed around her chest as she thought of a perfect color combination.
"Ne Hinamori-san what do you think?"
"Do you think we should add more bright colors?"
"How about some darker shades?"
Hinamori took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm sorry but I haven't thought about it yet. Just leave it here on my desk so I could think about it." The group of girls nodded in agreement as they left Hinamori to slump down on her seat. She took a deep breath as she thoughtfully mused of a perfect color combination.
Colors were enough to occupy her thoughts. Back at Soul Society where the colors were technically stereotyped colors because everything back there is strictly no-non-sense-business, she could count the dominant colors with her ten fingers or less. In short color was rather limited. It's been a long time since she attended/organized a festival and it really perked her spirits up.
Thinking over the right color combination is important. Like its different shades it can tell a lot about the mood or the emotion one likes to bring out. She fiddled with her hair loosely limping on her shoulder and smiled.
Although black is a stereotype color it depends on the shade. I like my shade of black its not to dark and it's not to light it's just the right shade. Her thoughts were completely cut off by the sudden screams that echoed in the classroom. She swore that she heard the glass window crack.
"WOULD EVERYBODY PIPE DOWN FOR A MINUTE?!" Self proclaimed chairman Kuchiki Rukia shouted at the top of her lungs with a foot on top of the teacher's table and one foot on the teacher's chair. No one objected when she became chairman everyone thought it was a pretty good idea except Ichigo who badly wanted to tie her down her chair.
Rukia-san's dark black hair complements her real nicely. She's strong and domineering but she's really nice! Hinamori smiled to herself as she glanced at a certain orange haired boy grunting in annoyance, Ichigo-san's bleach orange hair has a nice shade. There's a strong side and at the same time a soft side just like two sides of a coin! Hinamori chuckled to herself as she looked at them back and forth. Combining their colors reminds her of a warm flame.
"Everyone go back to your assigned posts and do what you're supposed to do!! If we want everything to go as planned we should all work harder to get everything finished!" Everyone readily nodded in agreement.
"And exactly in what way are you working harder?" Ichigo muttered in annoyance as he raised a brow. Rukia turned her head towards him and glared. Ichigo felt a chill down his spine and cursed under his breath.
"Yumichika?"
"Yes Ma'am?"
"How's the rehearsal?"
Rukia assigned different people as head/chairman of different groups so managing the whole thing would be a lot easier. She assigned Yumichika as the director of the play they were having. Everybody wanted to go for a fairytale and they decided to twist the plot and put it on "crack". Ichigo winced visibly at the said topic and glared at Rukia.
Cinderella with cross dressers for the main cast.
"Practices are going along beautifully if I say so myself Kuchiki-san." Yumichika said in full glory. Hinamori winced; Sometimes I wonder how Yumichika-san placed the hair on his eyebrows. It's perfect for a narcissist! Hinamori chuckled inwardly and listened to the ongoing conversation.
"Exactly what part of the practice is going beautifully?!" Renji snapped as he stood up with his palms slamming on his desk. Given the chance he'd be tearing Yumichika to pieces by now.
"Oh, are you still pissed off by your role Abarai-san? The beautiful Cinderella for the lead role should have long hair regardless of its color! A princess is always elegant and beautiful with long hair!" Yumichika flaunted his hair as if its length has reached past his shoulders.
Renji clenched his fists and shut his eyes tight, "But why me of all people?! Why didn't you give the role to Ichigo?!" He roared as he pointed a finger to a slightly pissed Ichigo. He stood up and glared at him, "Because you're the perfect girl for the job!" He stressed the word girl loud enough for everyone to laugh about it.
Insulted Renji retorted back, "Then why don't you just where a wig?! I'm sure a long blond curly wig would fit you perfectly!!"
Ichigo snapped, "What kind of guy would make his hair grow longer than a girl's hair anyway? Wait a minute maybe you really wanted to be a girl?!"
"Don't you dare insult my hair!! Besides if I was a girl who in her right mind would have you for a prince?!!!!"
"Do YOU THINK I WOULD LIKE YOU FOR A PRINCESS?!"
"DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU FIT THE ROLE OF A PRINCE?!"
"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M ENJOYING THIS?!"
"ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT I AM?!"
While everyone watched the argument with bewildered and amused faces, Hinamori like a numbered few, sweat dropped. Red is definitely the perfect shade for Abarai-kun. His temper is fiery and very hard to control. She glanced at Renji and then at Ichigo who were ready to exchange fists.
Having them go head to head is really troublesome. Hinamori sighed as she watched Rukia smack their heads with a huge paper fan to shut them both up. "SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!! WILL YOU JUST GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER?!!!"
Ikkaku suddenly spoke up in a bored tone, "It's about time you guys shut up. You're too loud together. Why don't you just accept your roles so we can get everything over with?"
Ichigo and Renji popped a vein and turned to him, "EASY FOR YOU TO SAY BALDY!!"
The moment the magic words popped out of their mouths it was enough to drive Ikkaku up the wall, "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING BALDIE?!"
Renji and Ichigo did not give in with such display of temper, "THEN YOU TAKE OUR ROLES!! IF YOU PLAY THE PRINCE YOU HAVE TO BE BALD AND, IF YOU PLAY THE PRINCESS..." Ichigo and Renji exchange mischievous grins, "YOU CAN FINALLY WEAR THE WIG OF YOUR CHOICE!! YOU'LL FINALLY HAVE HAIR!!"
Ikkaku was starting to look like Kenpachi already. No wonder he's in the 11th division.
"WHY YOU...!!!"
Rukia finally had it, "DAMN IT CUT IT OUT ALREADY!!!"
Oh dear...
Everyone started moving their chairs and tables at the back of the room hoping not to get involved at the ruckus. Who knows what those three can throw out the window? Make that four but, then again it would probably Rukia who'd throw all three of them out the window. Hinamori blinked, If Ikkaku-san had hair it would definitely be red but, maybe it's because of his temper that he lost his hair... Hinamori laughed sarcastically as she packed the cans of paint in a bag and left the room. She closed the room with a sigh. Their classroom has been really lively nowadays.
"Wow! That's amazing!" Hinamori winced at the familiarity of the voice. She turned to see Rangiku and Orihime watching Ishida in awe. It seems like they have been staying at the hallway all the time even before the ruckus inside the room started. Ishida brought out his desk and chair and was busy stitching costumes. She walked towards them and noted how Rangiku and Orihime's hair shimmered with the help of sunlight.
Rangiku-san and Orihime-san's hair are long and wavy. The shade of their hair is slightly lighter than Ichigo-san's hair. It compliments how bubbly they are and how... She looked up at them and compared them to one another. She smiled at the conclusion she came up with, ditsy they are.
"Hello." Hinamori greeted cheerfully.
"Ah, Hinamori-chan! Come over here!" Rangiku waved enthusiastically as she pointed down at Ishida's handiwork.
"Ishida-kun is very skilled with his hands." Orihime commented as she watched his skillful hands pull the needle and insert it back to the cloth. Hinamori followed with her eyes and mused on how amusing it was to sew. It looked dull at first for it seemed like a dull routine of pulling the needle then inserting it to the cloth until you've stitched the desired length, pattern etc. Ishida didn't look like he was bothered by the Matsumoto and Orihime though.
Blue is all over the place but no one seems to get tired of it… It's calm and mysterious and various ways just like Ishida-san! Hinamori smiled to herself as she watched Ishida along with Orihime and Rangiku. Everyone suddenly looked up when they heard the classroom door slide open as three people namely: Ichigo, Renji and Ikkaku, were brutally thrown out the hallway.
Rukia seemed pretty impressed at what she just did smirked rather devilishly. She turned to the direction of Ishida and her smirk turned into a smile, "Oh! Ishida are the costumes done yet?"
He nodded, "This is the last one, and I'm just putting the final details on the hemline." Rukia inspected the dress as she rubbed the cloth against her hands, "I'm really impressed Ishida the costumes are perfect!!" She turned to Hinamori, "How are the colors coming along?"
Hinamori winced, "That's right! I was supposed to paint the signs for the booths!"
Rukia chuckled, "Then get going already!" Hinamori bowed and excused herself when Rukia asked her, "Which reminds have you seen Hitsugaya?"
Hinamori blinked, come to think of it where is he? "I haven't seen Hitsugaya-kun either." Hinamori's thoughts suddenly turned blank and clear and all she could see was white.
Pure white.
Hitsugaya-kun…
White…
Alone in the art room which have been messed up with various sheets of paper, cans of paint, newspapers and random bits of trash, She tried to distract herself from her thoughts as she continued adding color to the empty sign. Sitting on top of the ladder she mindlessly mixed colors with her paintbrush and her hand started to wander aimlessly. She sighed.
White…
White has always been deemed as a pure color. It's holy and strangely radiant in a strange way. People are afraid to stain the color because a stain destroys the essence of white. It's so fragile like holding a figurine made out of glass. A color so pure that it demands so much respect and care.
But then again it's a stereotype color as well.
Her thoughts revolved on the mystery that is her Hitsugaya Toushiro.
You're strong and independent and you're very reliable. People at Soul Society look up to you... She aimlessly stroke her brush on the sign then she dipped it in the can.
You don't let you're height get in the way no matter how annoyed you are. You're wise beyond your years despite the fact that you are young. She felt a strangely warm as she felt a twitch in her heart.
You do reckless things because of me... You protected me even though you knew I was wrong all along... You almost died because of me... and now you're willing to share the pain with me no matter how much I've wounded you... Your kindness wounds me... She clutched her paintbrush so tightly she felt like she could break it. She felt a slight tinge of injustice, she felt that Hitsugaya deserved a better color. I just don't get it white is just... white is just...
White is boring. White is lifeless. White is plain. So how come someone like you who is a height deprived, rude, watermelon seed spitting, prodigy blessed with white hair? She puffed her cheeks and wondered how long will she be able to think of an answer to it.
I feel like I'm just staining you... She whispered as a small, pained smile graced her features.
"There you are!!!" Amira Mitsuhara exclaimed as her topaz eyes glinted with mischief as she flaunted her long blond hair. Her heels made clacking sounds as she entered the room trying to evade the paint that could stain on her heels. Hinamori grimaced and pretended she hadn't heard anything.
"Hinamori I know you heard me now look down at me while I'm talking to you!!" Amira demanded as she screamed at the top of her lungs while glaring at her. Hinamori turned to her slightly and gave a small smile, "Mitsuhara-san! What brings you here?" Hinamori mentally slapped herself, I really don't need this now...
"Where's my beloved Hitsugaya?! Where are you hiding him?"
She blinked, "I haven't seen him all day as well Mitsuhara-san."
A grunt, "Yeah right! For all I know you've been keeping him for yourself!! He's not yours for the taking you know!!" In annoyance Hinamori ignored her and continued painting instead. Insulted by her actions Amira thought of something to get back at her. She looked down and found ropes lying around the floor. She smirked as she picked up the rope and twirled it around the foot of the ladder. She looked up to see that Hinamori doesn't seem bothered and smiled. She slightly tugged the rope and set it up so that anyone who would enter would trip on the rope.
Amira left the room with a loud slamming of the door. Hinamori took a deep breath her eyes saddened as she was left once again with her thoughts. She decided to get down and take a break. As she busily packed the cans of paint she failed to hear the door opening. The ladder shook all of the sudden and Hinamori absently stepped backward.
Her eyes widened, This is going to hurt...
C-R-A-S-H
Everything went tumbling down with a large crash. The cans of paint are rolling over the floor with their lids flipped out. The ladder was out of place and hopefully it isn't ruined. Hinamori was expecting to land on the cold hard concrete but she felt nothing. She landed on something hard but strangely enough it wasn't cold.
It was warm.
Her eyes slowly cracked open to reveal that she landed on someone's warm and sturdy chest. Hazel eyes fully cracked open in realization when she found out who broke her fall. Hitsugaya Toushiro grimaced in pain with closed eyes unable to open them just yet.
Hinamori quickly used her left arm to support herself as she peered down on her childhood friend, "Hitsugaya-kun? Hitsugaya-kun??" There was a low grunt for a reply but he still didn't open his eyes. She sighed in relief. As she looked around her cans of paint were dripping and the floor and various sheets of paper was now tainted with paint. It was going to take sometime before all of his would be cleaned up. She blinked when she noted that her paintbrush was still in her hand and it was tainted red paint.
Jade eyes cracked open and made contact with warm hazel ones. His vision was a blur but it slowly cleared up and the vision of his childhood friend peering over him worriedly was something he had to take a mental image of. Her raven black hair curtained her cheeks and her small smile made his heart twitch.
What bothered him was a strange cold liquid flowing around his cheeks.
Her small smiled widened, and widened some more until it turned to gales of laughter.
He growled, "What's so funny?"
She raised her right hand to reveal the paintbrush with red paint on it. He winced finally realizing what the cold liquid was. In amusement Hinamori dropped the brush, bent down slightly and smudged the red paint on his cheeks. His heart twitched some more and he felt his cheeks burning.
"You know I've always wondered with you look like when you blush like that." She compared the smudged cheek to the other cheek and giggled, "I like the natural one better." He cursed under his breath This is the thanks I get? He smirked. He'll get his revenge pretty soon. Unknown to her a pool of paint had settled on his right hand. Color doesn't matter anyway.
Its paint and, that's he's only concern right now.
He raised himself a little allowing only a few inches of space between them. Now it was her turn to blush and her heart started beating rapidly. He slowly raised his hand to her left cheek and smeared the cold liquid. Coincidentally the paint he smeared was red paint as well.
"You know I've also wondered about the same thing." He finished his statement with his usual smug smirk. Hinamori blinked several times before Hitsugaya realized what she was planning to do. She smiled and his eyes widened.
"Oh no you don't!!!"
But he was too late because Hinamori already escaped his grasp and picked up her paintbrush and the nearest can of paint and started splashing it around. Of course something like this would be very easy but the splashes of paint that came in various colors came flying like rain drops. Gales of laughter surrounded the room as they threw paint like they were snowballs.
Finally he was able to catch up with her and to stop her from getting anymore chances of attacking he lifted her up and smirked.
"I think we have enough colors already." He said as he smirked.
Hinamori pouted, "Hey that's unfair!" She blinked and realized that she got paint almost all over him. His shirt was a mix of red, orange, violet, yellow and other colors she couldn't distinguish because they were all smudged and mixed. His hair caught her eye for it had tinges of the different colors everywhere. It was supposed to look silly because it was in his hair but, something made her thoughts run.
All the colors mixed perfectly despite the fact that it was on his white hair.
"I'm not the only painting here you know." Hitsugaya pointed out. She was as colorful as he was although her hair had only few streaks of paint. Its been along time since they've had fun like this together. Although he won't say it out loud he appreciates her company and is very relieved to open up his emotions to her. His kindness is enough for her to lean on.
Black and White.
Maybe I don't stain you after all... I compliment you and you do the same for me... She finally realized why the height deprived, rude, watermelon seed spitting, prodigy was blessed with white hair.
Any color blends perfectly with white.
And any color fits him just fine.
White is the presence of all colors...
She bent down slowly and kissed him in the forehead. The shock was evident in his eyes but the smile was evident in his eyes.
"Shiro-chan," She whispered.
"Hm?" He asked looking up to her with a smile.
"You're a work of art."
Yes the end!!!! I hope the idea is written out just fine cause I kind of rushed this hehe... R & R please? --,