Disclamer: i don't own Bleach!

Treasure
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This was torture.

He couldn't stand it anymore; just looking at her as she rested on the hospital bed hurt more than anything. He stared at her blank face as he leaned against the door frame; her expression was so cold and alone.

The windows in her room were slightly opened, and he watched as the breeze played with her hair. She was so thin and vulnerable looking that he thought she would have blown away if even the slightest wind hit her. Her whole form looked defeated as her once laughing brown eyes were now covered by heavy lids.

Histugaya wanted to scream loudly and yell insanities into her ears. He desperately wanted to tell her to open her eyes and wake up, just so he could see her smile again. He wanted her to talk and smile with him just like they did when they were younger, as they ate watermelons together. And he wanted to hear her voice as she squealed when he spat the seeds at her.

But even more than any of this, he wanted to hear his name coming from her lips.

Shiro-chan…

Memories of that frustrating pet name swirled in his mind. Both of them had nicknames for each other. This was a special friendship that they shared, a link that was supposed to have never been breached. Only Hinamori was allowed to call him by that name. It was a privilege given only to the person most special to him, a person whom he wanted to protect forever.

He promised himself that if Hinamori woke up, he would let her call him that annoying name as much as she wanted, just as long as she woke up. He would stop being rude to her, and train twice as hard, only so that he could protect her. He would become stronger, just for her sake. He was willing to do anything for her.

Hitsugaya uncrossed his arms and slowly made his way to her bedside. For a few minutes, he just stood there, watching her as she breathed softly into her air mask. His hands clasped one of hers. Her hand felt icy against his own, and he rubbed his palms against hers, trying to somehow warm it up a bit.

Hitsugaya tilted his head slightly to the side, taking a better look at her face. Although she looked peaceful, somewhere in the hollow depths of her covered eyes showed that she was scared, and almost terrified.

Unohana-taichou told him before that Hinamori was physically healed, but still, she refused to wake up. Her only enemy now, was herself. The tenth division captain's eyes softened, and for a second, flickers of pain flashed through them.

Ne, Hinamori, I'm right here. I'll protect you, so don't worry. Believe in me, okay?

Wake up already, stupid Bed-Wetter Momo.

I'm waiting for you…

to be continued...

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