A/N: I'm finally back with a new drabble; this took awhile for me to write. I really didn't know what direction I wanted it to go, but after a couple days I got something that I like. XD Unfortunately, in the last chapter, I had said that the next drabble it would have to do something about, 'bedwetter hinamori.' Originally I was going to make a drabble of to what I thought the origin of 'bedwetter hinamori' came to be. I got stuck, so this drabble came about. I hope you enjoy, still.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, I do own the plot of all my drabbles.
Simply the Sun
Sometimes the simplest yet, marvelous things can be the very things that are part of our life daily, that we see and do often, yet, we still feel content.
It can be the droplets of rain that run down our window as the two forces of science work on that tiny droplet, we watch slowly descend. There is the gust of wind that slowly dances with our hair, cooling us down in the process. It can be the soaked sand in between our toes a sensation that brings a look to our faces of bliss.
The simpler things can be the most alluring. For some the simplest but a bundle of bliss is the sight of a sunrise.
The sunrises and sets everyday, however, it sends a feeling of bewilderment to its audience each and every time. Even for those who have forgotten the feeling of bewilderment, the feeling of the sun's rays embracing them can break through that thick barrier, and a new emotion breaks through and emerges.
This was very true for a certain silver haired boy prodigy. This was the only time he let his guard down, where his senses seemed to drop; worries did not exist; only beauty is what he sees. Sometimes though, when he sits alone staring at the multi-colored sky up above him, someone joins him.
Her hair is normally a disarray, her eyelids half open, half closed most of the time. Her body is always urging her to rest; her mind is always refusing to do so.
She always quietly places herself next to the prodigy's body. The heat from his body only inches away from her body that is aching for heat. Slowly but surely and always, their hands become entwined and her body can't take anymore and let's up. Her head nestles itself on the silver head's shoulder. Her eyelids closed shut.
Always when the sun is almost fully in the sky and its rays are shining on the two, Hitsugaya knows that the feeling in his heart can only be one word, happiness. The simplicity of the sun rays on his head, and Momo by his side, he can only simply smile.
Owari.
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Bizoitnott: No, Hinamori doesn't have a fear of rain, I just made it up. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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