Title: Serendipity

Summary: "No matter what the circumstances are when I meet you I'd still end up doing the same thing anyway… I'll fall in love with you."

A/N: The very special Valentine update of mine which is very delayed (obviously). --" Either way it's something I fell in love with as the plot bunny jumps around and fires arrows around my head, and hopefully it's something you'll love reading too! --, It's on Hitsugaya's POV by the way. I suddenly have a strange fondness for it. --,

aprilsierra: Thanks a lot. I'm not really good with chaptered fics anyway hehe. --, Hope you'll like this.

moonlight peach forest: I'm pretty aware of that although change wouldn't be bad once in while don't you think? --, Thanks for reviewing.

CallMeNicole: Haha I get that a lot anyway thanks for reviewing. --,

Tamashii-no-x-Renkinjutsu: I'm glad you like the idea I enjoyed typing "Hair" since it was inspired from something I just did myself haha. Thanks for reviewing. --,

FlareKnight: You know I really hope she would whack her hair, her situation is quite miserable that she could use a change. Cutting your own hair isn't a disaster it's pretty fun actually since I've done it recently which led to the birth of the fanfic "Hair" haha. --, Thanks a lot for the review.

p3paola: Hey it's nice to hear from you again. Thanks for the review. --,

cocoamint: Thanks a lot, hope you'd like this. --,

FantasyInc.: I looked up on Kisa from Fruits Basket and yes the Hinamori's hair cut is something like that. --, Can't blame you for being paranoid hair makes you beautiful after all! hehe! --, Thanks for the review.

Inubaki: Hinamori is cute in the first place haha! Of course it would look just fine, Thanks for the review. --,

Just in case you would want to know "Hair" was inspired from me whacking my own hair short as well haha. --, Sorry about the really late update I'll try to make it up to you. --,

Dedicaiton: To my children. (No, I'm not a mother, they just call me their mom.) Ann, Shaila, Dhem, Ivy, and Kim. I love you. .

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?


The first time you heard the story of how Kuchiki Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo met I swore you were spellbound. Your voice is chirpier than usual when you would tell me the story all over again no matter how many times you've told me. Your eyes would sparkle every time you marvel the meeting of a Shinigami and a living human being. You were living once before and so I asked you what is it with their meeting that fascinates you?

We were sitting side by side by the porch doing nothing in particular. The wind played with the stray strands of your hair as I wait for your answer. Strangely your hazel eyes widened as they stare into my jade eyes. You looked away and your eyes softened as a small smile graced your features.

"The world is so small yet there are those who were destined to meet but haven't met yet… But its funny isn't it? How small meetings can be, and what they can do to your destiny…"

Silence enveloped us as I gained a new understanding of your strange fascination. You were always sentimental about the smallest of things. For what you just told me there is no reason to deem you as strange, you were just being sentimental.

"Ever wondered what would happen if we met under different circumstances?"

Now that's a strange thought. "If that's the case then how would we meet?"

You laughed and it echoes in my ears, "I don't know!"

It didn't occur to me that you would think about it and that we would be talking about it for the days that would follow…

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"If we were classmates do you think we'd get along easily?"

I was shuffling through paperwork on my desk and you were doing your own share of paperwork on another table in front of me. I tapped the table with my pen as I easily mouthed an answer.

"Probably not."

You paused and you looked at me as you raised a brow, "You think so?"

I tapped the table and looked down at the document I was holding, "What makes you think we will get along then?"

"Hm…" You dropped the stack of papers in your hand and you drowned in deep thought. I thought about the reply I gave you earlier and I'm sure about it. You don't need a genius to see that I'm the anti-social type and you're practically a walking sunshine. I'm staying at the backstage and people would be pushing you to the center stage. Common sense would tell you that we anti-social types would rather keep attention to ourselves than attract it.

You suddenly snapped your fingers and beamed, "I'll make sure we'd get along! You're not exactly a wallflower you know."

I smirked. A wallflower? Nice term. "Why would you want to approach me in the first place?" I know that you know I'd rather spend the rest of my time in solitude.

"I'd be curious about you then before I know it I'll be strangely…" You tapped a finger on your chin as you thought of the right word, "attracted to you."

"How come?"

You shrugged, "Sixth sense I guess…" You glanced at me momentarily and I felt a strange warmth in your hazel eyes, "I'm attracted to lonely people."

I guess that's why rays of sunshine exist… to reach out to the darkest corners.

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"Is black your favorite color?" You asked me out of the blue as you playfully sipped your ice tea from a straw. We're at a cake shop conveniently built in the middle of the park.

Yes, the park.

Do you even realize how bewildered I am on how you managed to drag me out of Soul Society just because you wanted a change of pace? Your mischievousness is an amazing convincing tool that would forever remain a mystery to me. In the ruckus of dragging me out of my office I accidentally brought my pen with me. You asked me a question, unaware that I was scribbling on the table napkins out of boredom.

I was paying attention to you though, "I don't have a favorite color."

You frowned, "But you always wear black don't you consider it as a favorite color?"

I shook my head, "Black is conventional. Plus mixing and matching colors are a hassle." I should know. I've seen you gone through it lots of times; it's also the reason why you took your time changing before you dragged me here with you. "How about you then?"

"Me?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"It depends I guess." You pointed something somewhere at the horizon as I dropped my pen on the table. So that's what you were staring at. A painter not far from our seats was concentrated on putting the park's scenery into the canvas.

"It's amazing how he could get the hues and shades perfectly don't you think?"

As I pushed the table napkin in front of her I allowed myself to smile. You blinked as you looked down at it and stared at it in awe. Yes, I sketched you as you stared intently at the painter and I'm pretty proud of my handiwork. I think I captured the intent look in your eyes perfectly.

"Oh wow…" You picked it up with your dainty hands and stared at it with admiration, "You're amazing!!"

Yeah I know that. "I can color it for you if you want me to." You nodded eagerly and continued absorbing every detail of the sketch.

Coloring won't be so hard.

Now if only I can capture the cute pink hue blooming around your cheeks.

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"Can I ask you what it was like?"

"What was?"

"Being… imprisoned."

I don't know why I asked and I hope you don't find it strange. You've gone through a lot just to make it through your ordeal. You took your time and now that I look at you it seems as if nothing happened. I do acknowledge that your scars still exist, emotionally, physically and psychologically. You just don't talk about it or, maybe you don't want to.

The weather is gloomy. We're just seated face to face with our steaming cups of green tea. With my chin rested on my palm I watch the rain pour down from the small and only window of my office. I know you're staring at me but if you don't want to answer my question I could always shift the topic.

You raised a finger and you started tracing the rim of your tea cup, "It's dreary that's for sure. The silence is deafening and you could hardly tell night from day." You picked your cup, took a sip and sighed, "It's like time stopped but only for you."

A pang of guilt bit me. I'm part to blame. "I'm sorry."

You blinked and then I heard your laughter which made me glance at you, "What's so funny?" I knew this was going to be embarrassing!

"I'm not mad at you or anything! I perfectly understand why I had to stay there anyway. Although me escaping was quite irrational on my part now wasn't it?"

Irrational?! You almost gave me a heart attack! I grumbled, "I guess."

You smiled, "You know if you were a prison guard staying behind bars wouldn't be so bad."

"How come?"

"Because you're nice."

"Don't forget boring, stoic and emotionless…" No, Seriously how would I make a good prison guard?

You laughed again as you took another sip, "That's not it silly!"

"It's because you listen. Sure you have your doubts about certain things but any miserable person would want someone to listen to them. Its one thing prisoners didn't have when they were at the outside world. They would appreciate it."

I didn't say anything and I finally decided to take a sip from my cup.

"I know I would."

Idiot. Of course I'd listen.

You've always done that for me…

Of course I'd do the same for you…

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"How would our meeting go if we met on a day like today?"

You mean today as in Valentine's Day?

I picked up random papers form my table and arranged them in a folder, "Then it would probably be a very busy one like today." Which by the way I regret to inform to you that we have a conveniently arranged captain's meeting which would probably drag on for hours that I cannot count on both hands. I've got a few minutes left and I'm pretty sure you know about the meeting. I really hope you do because I don't like being a bearer of bad news.

You gave me a small smile, "Awful timing huh?"

I stared at you as arrange the last batch of papers, "Actually no, I do have a small favor for you if you don't mind."

"Sure what is it?"

"Go back to your room."

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You know when you told me to go back to my room I didn't know how to react. Well you did say it was a favor and not a command but still… I couldn't help but sigh as I walked back to my room. I found the usual stack of chocolates neatly piled up in the corner of my room. It's very nice of them to pile it that way. Mental note to self: Send out thank you letters.

Then there it was sticking out in the middle of the chocolate stacks was a strange white cloth poking out with a pink carnation on it. It looked like a flag saying "I surrender" in the middle of the chocolate pile. I smiled as I knelt down in front of the pile. There was a note stuck to the carnation.

"Do me a favor and pull me out."

I noticed that there was something underneath the white cloth and so slowly I pulled it out and with it a letter dropped to my lap. I took out the cloth and it revealed a portrait…

It was a portrait of the day I brought you to the park!

Too shocked to say anything I slowly placed the portrait down and read your letter.

Thanks for doing me a favor it really helped.

Remember the day when we talked about meeting under different circumstances? It's funny how we ended up talking about it in the days to come… I guess it's because you're always sentimental about the smallest of things. It made me realize how much you really mean to me…

If we ended up as classmates I'd end up attracted to you because of your endless concern which doesn't need a reason. I have sixth sense too you know… I'm attracted to you.

If I ended up as painter I wouldn't run out of ideas if you'd volunteer to be my subject. Have you seen the shade of pink blooming around your cheeks? I'm very proud of my handiwork if you ask me I think I've captured it perfectly.

If I ended up meeting you as a prisoner I'd do anything to get you of prison… One thing's for sure I know you don't deserve to be there. I'd even switch places with you. But if the time comes that someone would try to take you away from me (again) I swear I'll lock you in prison and be your personal prison guard even if it kills me.

There are many strange incidences on how we could meet but either way…

No matter what the circumstances are when I meet you I'd still end up doing the same thing anyway… I'll fall in love with you.

P.S: If you still consider midnight as part of Valentine's Day then would you consider going out with me?

I looked up at my wall clock.

Well what do you know? Five minutes to midnight.

I can wait.


And there goes the love. . Happy Valentines Everyone. R & R please & thank you. --,