Authors note: Well, we must say, we apologize for not updating our Naruto fics, it seems that we have been sucked into the Bleach craze! This is our first Bleach fic, and its a oneshot, so please be nice! Hitsugaya and Hinamori forever:)
Sakura
"Shiro-chan! Please!" she begged with him for what could be the millionth time.
"No way," he replied, as he closed his eyes once again. "And stop calling me that." as he closed his green eyes once again, hoping Momo would just follow his example and go to bed as well.
"Shiro-chan! I'm not leaving till you agree!" she pouted as she closed the distance between his face and hers, brown eyes pleading with him to agree.
He blushed and turned his head away from her, hiding his blush with an irritated look on his features.
"Still the same answer, bed-wetter. I'm not going this year," he yawned as he shifted from his position. He felt his mattress creak, as he felt Hinamori's weight next to him.
"Momo, get off my bed," he mutters, as he heard a soft sniff from her.
Oh no, he thinks as he panics. Hinamori had used her very last trick in her sleeve; she had turned on the waterworks.
Don't look! He told himself sternly. He would NOT be tricked again, like the many years before whenever she had done that.
Don't look…
Don't look…
The sniffing got louder, and more pronounced. He gulped as he tried to ignore it. He turned over to face her…
Bad choice.
He was met with a flood of tears. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she gave him her most pitiful expression, her bottom lip quivering and her brown eyes shining with tears. He gulped as guilt overcame him, he made her cry again. Although he knew that she was just doing it to get her own way, she did it for him to accompany her to the sakura viewing season.
"Fine, I'll go," he sighed as he heard her squeal happily.
"Thanks Shiro-chan! You're the best!" she smiled at him brightly, tears all gone and forgotten, as if she never cried, as she hopped into her own mattress happily. Hitsugaya groaned, wondering why he would always fall prey to her antics.
The next day, she woke up particularly early, hoping to get a good viewing spot. She dragged him along the fields with his right hand, not listening to his protests as he tried to squirm out of her vice-like grip.
Hitsugaya snorted as she walked around the field, looking for the perfect spot. He wonders why she took so much trouble to select a spot to view the blossoms. After all, the blossoms looked the same anywhere, don't they?
Finally, she found a spot that she liked. Letting go of his hand and plopping down on the soft grass, she motioned to him to join her as well. He plopped onto the grass next to her, staring up at the blossoms, wondering why Momo was so interested in those pinkish flowers, to the extent of dragging him to view them with her every year.
They looked rather ordinary to him… but, if she liked the sakura, he decided that he would try to like them as well… after all, he had a bad feeling that she would persuade him again next year…
Back to the present…
He sits at her bedside, hoping against hope that she would regain consciousness soon. Two weeks have already passed, and yet she hadn't regain consciousness yet. He stares up at the calendar at the table. There was a circle around a date, about three weeks ahead of today.
"The start of the sakura season…" he mutters to himself.
Turning his head back to her still form, he held her right hand into his.
"Wake up soon, Bed-wetter Momo, and we'll go view those flowers again together," he promises as he rests his head on her bed, their hands still linked together.
A/N: So how did you find it? Please be nice, since this is our first Bleach fic! We hope you will take time to review and comment:)
