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Meh own no bleach

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Her mind at first was blank. All she saw was black. After a few days she could hear herself and think. Only problem, who was she?

To find out she tried thinking of things she liked to remind her.

Only, what did she like.

What are these things?

Later she got what she thinks they call 'memories.'

Only they were all blurry and fuzzy.

Good thing,

she could hear the noises in those 'memories.'

First came a mumble. She knew it but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Then she knew her name. Her first 'memory' was still that mumble and it had the words "bed-wetter-momo." She didn't know what bed-wetter meant, but Momo meant peaches. She liked peaches. Momo was her name, she was sure.

'Memories' came and went like the sun and she started to remember.

She knew they were called memories. She knew all of these memories and could easily name some of the people in them. The pictures came too.

The colors, not just black, but white, green, brown, pink, blue, and many others.

She felt so happy. She knew what everything was.

Only, a memory and two blurry images kept her frozen.

One image made her feel cold and pain., while the other made her feel happy and bubbly.

Then the memory had the happy person, but he said "don't come back home bed-wetter-momo."

What was home? Another thing she hadn't learned yet?

She must have learnt it somewhere. In a book, TV show, person?

Home…Home…Home.

The word drove her insane. What was a home?

A few days later she woke up.

She looked around the room, wondering where she was.

Where was she?

Outside the open door and young woman ran by. Later another woman walked by. Looked in her way, screamed and ran away. Still wondering where she was, she stood only to be caught by the mask on her face that was to make her breathe. A few minutes later the sounds of running, screaming, and threats filled her ears.

"Move it." Or a simple, "Move or this sword is going down your throat."

She knew that voice.

The noise came closer to her and it stopped at her door. She looked to see who was making that noise only to come face to face with Hitsugaya Toushirou.

She froze for a few minutes, wondering who this person was. He wasn't in any of her memories, but his voice, she swear she knew it.

"Momo"

It hit her like a car hitting a puppy.

Feelings washed over like a tidal wave crashing a poor island.

Feelings of regret and happiness filled her body as she remembered the memories that she had not remembered, and some she had wished to forget.

She smiled.

She remembered what a 'home' was.

Hitsugaya Toushirou was her home.

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FIISHED! it wasn't as much angst, or was it angst at all? DON'T KNOW! Please review, I don't care if you don't have an account, PLEASE ONIGAI TT