Ch 11, don't fool me

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Now…

Hitsugaya's POV

I did, I had to.

"Stop!" I heard her say with a panicked voice. I was confused but my eyes widened when I realized what I had done. Damn it, I thought, I acted without thinking again.

"Mastumoto," I said, "I'm sor-"

"I am not what you people seem to think I am!" Mastumoto yelled, pushing herself from me. She got up, in a hurry to get away from me. I stood up too, and from my point of view, I could tell she still couldn't stand completely straight.

"Mastumoto, I just go-" I started, but she interrupted me and I decided to let her get it out.

"I'm not anyone's whore!" she was moving away from me, but I stayed rooted where I was. "I don't understand why I can't get that through to anyone. Momo is the one I would suspect in the first place, but she gets away with everything huh?" she asked.

Momo again. I didn't understand why she kept bringing her up. She was like my sister, I had known her all my … death, and I knew no one had any need to worry about her treason.

"Momo would never betray us!" I said in what I tried to pass off as a vapid tone. But it came out clipped, and she snapped.

"She already has," Mastumoto said. "You don't see! You idolize her. She is not as great as you make her out to be." She was breathing heavily now. "YOU FORGIVE HER AT EVERY TURN!" she was yelling to, which made me recline and step back a little; I had never seen Mastumoto so mad at me. "You might have grown up together, but we have known each other for a long time; and it kills me to know what you think of me. You didn't even question the judgment that they handed down. You didn't even look at me, or listen to my pleading. You reduced me to dirt. I haven't always felt like the best but you…" she was yelling, walking towards me. I didn't dare move; she was finally telling me why she was so angry. And it was because of me. I had brought Momo over, and had supported her judging. Why, I thought, why must I be so stupid. I remembered staying by Momo, every single day I could when she was recovering from Aizen's betrayal. I remembered standing by her after, letting her know it was ok, that we all still loved her.

Then I remembered how cold I had been with Mastumoto. I watched her and let Central 46 accuse her of reason. I allowed for her to get hurt. Then I let her hurt herself mentally. It was my entire fault and the guilt was eating me alive. I had to tell her.

She jabbed her finger in my chest, looking up at my tall figure. "You-You managed to tear away the last strip of dignity I had left. And even if you didn't, you stood by and watched while they did." She finished, her eyes cold as my ice.

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking correctly." I tried to sooth her. She spread her palm on my chest, using me as a support as she still couldn't stand straight.

"Thinking?!" she asked me incredulously. "I was begging, you weren't listening." Them she lowered her voice, "No one ever listens." She says looking down, once again hiding from me her gaze.

"Mastumoto, I am always listening to you. And right now, you need to listen to me." I said in a soft voice. "I will never, never again hurt you on purpose. I will always listen to you," I said, grabbing her hand that was flat on my chest and pulling her into an embrace, and being careful not to hurt her lower stomach. Surprisingly she didn't push me away. "And if I'm not listening, just know that the only reason is that I care for you." I said. I felt her tense.

"What d-do you mean?" she asked, her voice a bit muffled in his chest.

Soon came very very early, I thought.

"I-I care about you Matsu-chan." I said just letting it out. I felt relieved when she relaxed in my arms. "I was just very angry at the thought of Gin touching you like that." I took a deep breath. "I want to be the only one with the privilege of touching you like that." I stated confidently. Inside, I was a wreak, hoping she would not push me away,

And she didn't.

Rangiku's POV

He wanted me in a romantic way?

"I want to love you," he whispered. "To hold you like this, all the time." He continued, "a-and I would not mind if you loved me too." He said in a whisper I almost couldn't hear.

I felt my stomach warm up and flutter. I was in shock. When? How? What? It had been centuries of waiting and finally someone loved someone like me. No! I knew he was lying. But maybe just for a minute… no, a second, I could allow myself to believe that.

I couldn't help but to compare the feeling in my stomach with the one I'd had earlier. It was less painful. In fact, this was quite pleasurable.

I felt him kiss the top of my head and try to pull away.

"You don't have to go." I said in a shy voice. I didn't know why, but I liked that he was promising me something I needed.

What I wasn't sure of was if I liked the feel of his lips on my neck. On one hand, I felt I if he was just lying. Trying to sooth me, just enough for me to fall back into the terrible routine of trust then heartbreak. On another it felt amazing; like cool air on my forever scorching skin.

I felt him trail his lips from my forehead, down my cheeks, and onto my lips, where he finally pressed them down. I gasped. This was the first time I'd been kissed.

I felt him trail his kisses, soft and slow as a feather falling from heights. He finally reached my neck, letting one of his hands hold my slightly lolling head. The other was still holding me in an embrace, tight as could be.

He continued to press his lips against the length of my neck, and then he stopped, bringing his face up, letting our eyes meet.

"Will you tell me about them?" I heard him ask.

"What are you-" I tried to ask.

"Your parents?"

"I- I- I don't know w- I don't think y-" I tried to force out of my throat. It had been centuries and sill I could not talk about them. "I - it's-"

"It's okay. Will you tell me someday?" he asked, using the hand on my face to stroke my cheek.

"Y-yeah." I said, still recovering from the shock the question had brought me. I didn't know if I could trust him; or anyone for that matter. I was alone, and until I got that notion into my thick head, people would continue trampling on me. And he would too. He had too.

I didn't know where to look. I tried to divert my eyes to the floor, the sheath of Hyōrinmaru, and even the water.

That freezing cold water, it was some sort of magical. Entrancing and captivating just because it brought me relief. I had always loved the winter. Maybe that's why I admired that cold and sinister smile Gin wore on his face.

"Mastumoto…" Hitsugaya whispered, successfully averting my gaze to his. "You're so beautiful." He brought his face down to mine, making my mind an almost blank slate.

'Just this once, one last time ill pretend he does love me.'

And then it was blank.