Okie dokies! This is the last chapter of A Mental Thing! It's been alot of fun writing this! Thank you for all your kind words concerning this story. I'm so happy that so many people liked it!

"Why?"

Hinamori recognized him. Aizen. The traitor, the betrayer, her idol.

"Why didn't you tell me it was a bad idea? I wouldn't have done it if you told me not to." Aizen floated in the purple mist of Hinamori's dream world.

"I didn't know you where going to..." Hinamori knew this dream. She had been having it over and over for three weeks now. She new it was a dream, and yet every time she had it she still found it impossible to be unafraid.

"You knew. I knew you knew! I was hoping, the whole time, that you would tell me to stop. I would have called off the whole thing if you told me to stop. " Aizen's floating body smiled serenely.

"I didn't know! It just- This is all a dream!" Hinamori's dream self, also floating in the purple miasma, screamed.

"It's just- This is all a dream!" Hinamori's eyes opened quickly. Her pupils dilated to focus on the strand of light snaking into her room. Her new room. It was bigger and had a large window to prevent stuffy-ness.

She looked around. No one was here. It was just a dream. It was always a dream, and she always ended up waking like this. Usually she awoke an hour late for the daily meeting. Today she awoke three hours before sunrise, judging from the chime-clock in her closet.

She turned on her bed. She threw the blanket up in the air, slept upside-down and other wife's tales to relive sleeplessness. Nothing worked. Her dream had left her unable to fall back asleep. What would she do for the three hours?

Hitsugaya Toushirou had awoken early every day of his afterlife. It had started right after a shinigami by the name of Nami-something-or-rather had told him 'You are going to live in Rokungai section seventy-nine' and Hitsugaya had gotten an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling was similar to the way he had felt when he had gotten up for school on the last day of his life. The feeling said 'This is all going to go in a bad way'.

The part of Rokungai he lived in was dirty. He had felt it the first day he came. He resolved to sleep as little as possible. The said he only needed to drink water to survive. They lied.

So some guy had tried to rob him his first day. It was an easy kill; this guy was a newbie, after all! But Hitsugaya was already awake by the time the robber got there, and he left with only a black eye and a shattered tibia.

And Hitsugaya woke up early and went to bed late every day of his afterlife.

Hitsugaya was now sitting on top of a building in the main courtyard of his sector. He liked watching the sun rise.

Hinamori walked out onto the courtyard. She yawned, stretched and wobbled over to the bench near the left wall. Maybe if she sat here she could see the sun rise.

No...The wall came right up over the horizon, she couldn't see anything. She would have to sit on the roof.

Hitsugaya stifled. The immediate spirit pressure in the area had changed. It was nothing he couldn't handle. It was-

Crash!

"A-a! Hitsugaya-kun! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Hinamori, in her conquest to see the sun rise, landed on Hitsugaya when she jumped onto the roof.

"I'm-ughth-fine, just..." Hitsugaya mumbled.

"Sorry, Hitsugaya-kun, I couldn't here the last part." Hinamori poked the back of Hitsugaya's silver haired head.

"…just get OFF ME!"

"Ah! Sorry!"

Rangiku liked to let her captain pretend he was the only one who awoke early. She sat a few hind him, letting the sun wash over her. Kira often joined her in the early mornings.

"So..." Kira fumbled with his fingers. It was called a Chinese finger trap and Rangiku loved to watch Kira try his best not to look like a total idiot wile freeing his hands from bondage, "Are they in love?"

"They could be." Rangiku smiled at the two of them arguing over who's fault it was that Hinamori had landed on Hitsugaya's head, "it might be that."

"Can you go into a little more detail please? I'm still confused." Kira started to chew on the finger trap.

"You're not allowed to use your mouth with that, Kira-kun, and I think that the heart has many layers." Rangiku sighed, "One or two layers of their hearts may or may not be in love with each other. Other layers may admire each other. Another layer may even hate the other. An overwhelming amount of layers must exist in agreement to change the surface of ones hearts and change the actions of the person, and I don't think that enough of their hearts are in agreement yet to do anything for the moment."

Kira liked the sound of Rangiku's voice. She always had something to say, innless she was drunk, but she wasn't at the moment. What she said, to him at least, made enough sense.

"Two things are for sure, though." Rangiku said, "something about the other's heart attracts the other for some inexplicable magnetic reason. They don't know why either, but they want to be near and protect each other. The rest, love, will have to wait."

"And what's the second thing, Rangiku-san?" Kira asked.

"You are horrible with finger traps." Rangiku watched the last of the sun rise on the new day.

What do you think? I didn't check the scanlations guides for what each character calls each other, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. The name of this story is kinda weak, so if you can think up a better name, I'll change it.

This is the absolute end of this story. Please keep posted for my other stories. I plan to make a Renji centered one sometime before... the apocalypse. (Doesn't like making deadlines)

I'll braid Renji's hair if you don't review!

Renji: MAKE HER STOP! (Cries...in a very manly way)