Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm back with chapter eleven! I wanted to get this out Friday or Saturday but alas, it did not happen. I finished my exams Friday and when I sat down to write this I just had terrible writer's block. ;-; I'm really thankful I've gotten all these days off this week because I was able to get this done! :)

I want to thank anyone that read the last chapter. ^^ It means a lot to me! c: Ah, writing in third person is so hard. ;_; I'm so use to first person now with my own original stories. Ah, I feel like I wrote that last chapter. Sorry if I did!

I don't have much to say besides I hope you enjoy this chapter! (and I'm really bad at writing flashbacks; I am working on it though).

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The Past Revealed?

The family was a happy one. There was a father, a mother, and a baby girl. The baby girl was named Momo and her two parents loved her very much. They were new parents but vowed to keep her safe under any circumstances, no matter what it took. They swore that the day they held Momo in their arms. Even if it was a silent promise, it was still there and would forever be there.

Now, Momo wailed in her bassinet, her eyes scrunched up and her face turning red quickly as tears leaked out of her eyes from the crying. Her father quickly ran over to her. "What's wrong, Momo?" He picked her up and rocked her, saying soothing things to her. "Shh. It's okay, sweetie. Daddy's here. What's wrong?" He continued to rock her as he cooed things to her softly.

After a couple minutes of the same routine, Momo slowly quieted down, staring up at her father with her big, wide brown eyes. She hiccupped, some tears still falling down her cheeks from her earlier crying. Some tears stained her face and using his thumb, her father gently rubbed them off.

"There, all better." He smiled down at her, setting Momo back in her bassinet. "I'll just be over there getting your food ready, so don't worry, sweetie. It'll be here soon." With one last smile, she watched as he walked off to the kitchen.

That night was peaceful as Momo's parents watched TV with her sitting on the floor, playing with her toys as the twilight light slowly transcended into complete and utter darkness. The lights came on and just when they thought the night couldn't get any better, it got drastically worse.

Screaming and crying was heard as the firefighter pushed through the door, trying to make his way through the flames to the crying he knew he heard.

Lying near an overturned table was a screeching Momo, her eyes pressed even tighter together compared to this morning. This morning seemed like Momo was hiding the real tears, the tears she was capable of. These tears were large things that wracked through her whole body, causing her to scream and screech.

The firefighter stared down at Momo in shock before recovering and scooping her up in his arms, covering her. "It's okay. We'll get you out," he said, looking at the bodies of her parents sympathetically and sadly. Another one of his co-workers lost. Another friend.

Running out of the house as fast as possible, he clutched Momo in his arms, staring at the house sadly. He watched as a group of firefighters run in after he came out, going after both Yuki and Hiro.

'She's an orphan now,' he thought sadly, staring down at Momo, shifting her to make both of them more comfortable as he tried to soothe her. Thinking about how her parents were both gone and how she was an orphan, he got a set look on his face; a determined look.

Looking up and across the road to the woman standing behind the police barricades, she shared the same look as himself. They'd adopt her and raise her. They'd make both Yuki and Hiro proud and happy. They wouldn't have liked to see their daughter grow up in foster care or with people Momo's parents didn't know. He knew that and his wife knew that.

They would not let this little girl grow up with strangers.

Momo stared at her father as they finished the story of how she became their daughter. She didn't have anything to say. She didn't know what to say. Was there anyone that could say anything once something like that was revealed? She didn't think so.

She also didn't know what to think. Should she thank them for not putting her up for adoption or in a foster care system, and just adopting her right off the bat? She should be thankful—she knew that—but she wasn't sure if she was. In all honesty, she would have preferred if none of that had happened and she had just grown up with her parents like she was supposed to do.

But no, Aizen had to ruin it. Aizen had to, and still has to, ruin everything.

"Why? Why did they die? It doesn't seem fair." Tears filled her eyes as she looked to her mother for answers. Would she give them to her?

"Sweetie." Her own voice cracked as she took Momo's hand. "It wasn't fair. It was never fair. The only reason they died was because they decided to be heroes for their lives. They decided to help people."

"And that got them killed?" she whispered, the tears spilling over her eyelids and down her cheeks.

Her mother nodded solemnly. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Your mother was a police officer and she chased Aizen for months—built on his case—before finally catching him and throwing him in jail. He knew she was after him the whole time and when she finally caught him, Aizen swore he would get his revenge." She folded her hands in her lap. "It really shook your mother up. She was terrified that Aizen would come and kill her and everyone she loved—including your father and you.

"She had nothing to worry about at the time though. Aizen got life in prison with no chance of parole. She and your father never thought that anything would happen. Escaping from prison, especially the high facility he was put in, was difficult. Extremely difficult actually. Because of that your mother slowly started to stop worrying about what Aizen said."

"And that's when something happened. When she stopped worrying," Momo concluded.

"Yes, that's when Aizen got out. Escaped. You were already born—a couple weeks—and they were so happy about that. The police believed that it was a coincidence that you were born only a couple weeks before Aizen escaped, but to us it always felt like it wasn't. That he somehow knew and planned it so that he could kill you as well."

Momo turned her head so she was staring up at the ceiling. This was all so confusing. She didn't know what to say, what to do. Could she trust them? They seemed genuine—her mother and father. Or her adoptive mother and father she should say.

She knew she should and that none of this was their fault, not really. It was Aizen's. It was all Aizen's.

She wanted to know more and to know more she had to ask the questions, even if she didn't really want to know the answers. Instead of what she wanted to ask, when she opened her mouth what came out was, "What were their names?" in a chocked voice.

Realization dawned the elder Hinamori and she smiled slightly. "Yuki and Hiro."

"Yuki and Hiro," she whispered. "I'll never know them." She tried to lift her hand up to wipe her eyes, but found that she was still strapped. "Right. I forgot," she murmured.

"Sweetie, we really want to get you out of this mess."

Momo looked over at her mother—was she her mother? Should she continue to call her her mother? "You haven't explained everything," she said, her hands shaking. "You told me you'd tell me. About how you faked your deaths. Why. Everything else. Like—"she bit her lip, hesitating. "Like, when I was playing with Hitsugaya-kun in the backyard and we found . . . we found that skeleton. And then there was a body." She started to shake violently from fear. Fear from the past and fear from the present.

"I can explain that," her father said, speaking up for the first time since they started explaining their story. He stepped forward, his blonde hair shining under the fluorescent lighting, his normally bright and cheerful blue eyes dull and lifeless.

"If only," came a different voice from the other side of the room before a gunshot rang out.

Momo watched in horror as her father crumpled to the ground. Her scream lodged in throat as she stared at her father's lifeless body. She couldn't bring herself to scream even though she wanted to so badly. She wanted to scream his name, for him to get up and start moving, for him to do something. He never did.

More tears filled Momo's eyes as her mother sat there rigid, both of them listening to the slow footsteps but not daring to look. They both knew who it was but looking was confirming it; confirming it was something they didn't want to do because they knew what was coming.

"Hello, Hinamori-kun, Hinamori-san," Aizen said in greeting. "It's a shame that someone had to die today." He paused, assessing them. "Actually, all of you were probably going to die today anyways. It's just a shame it was earlier than expected."

Turning his beady gaze on Momo, he narrowed his eyes. "I'm disappointed, Hinamori-kun. I thought after that note and my little . . . present, you'd tell that boy to back off and leave you alone. It appears that didn't happen at all. And because of you I had to divert my attention to those two annoying brats." He pointed the gun to her forehead. "No matter. I dealt with it, now I can deal with you."

"Hinamori!" A voice suddenly yelled, startling everyone, and when Momo looked over her eyes widened.

"Hitsugaya-kun?" she asked both surprised and terrified. He stood in the doorway, puffing like he had just ran a marathon, and judging from how much he was panting she guessed it was pretty close to a marathon.

"Get away from her," Toshiro hissed, glaring at Aizen.

Aizen didn't flinch, holding the gun above Momo's forehead. "Oh, why should I?" he raised his eyebrows. "It seems that I have the upper hand here, considering I'm holding the gun and you're the one who wants to prevent it. And by coming any closer, you are not preventing it. Do you understand, Hitsugaya?"

Toshiro's hands tightened into fists at his side, his face setting into a deep scowl, glaring profoundly at Aizen. His eyes darted to the gun, back to Aizen, to the gun, and then finally Momo. Seeing her terrified face his gaze softened for a moment before it swung back up to Aizen. He was not going to let him hurt Momo.

Aizen's hand tightened on the trigger and there was a loud click as the safety was turned off. Toshiro's eyes widened, leaping forward just as a second shot in less than ten minutes rang throughout the building.

Author's Note:Did everyone enjoy it? I hope so! Sorry if there are any mistakes!

So, I was thinking of doing a 'question of the day' type thing so I can get to know my readers more. :) But I'd only ask one every time I post a chapter/every second time I post a chapter. I haven't decided yet and honestly, it'll vary and I'll probably just do what I feel like each chapter. cx

Question: Do you listen to k-pop/j-pop and if so, who's your favourite band and/or singer?

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