I was baffled when I saw how many hits I had. So truly, thank you for the 290 hits. It means a lot to me to know people are actually reading this so thank you so much, even I you're reviewing or not!
I like this, and at the same time not. I love H/H so whatever. I'm going away for the weekend to a stupid family reunion (I'm being dragged, to be honest) so I'd be thrilled to find a comment when I get back. But, well, I guess that's up to you.
This is probably a few years before the manga, when both of them are already in the Gotei-13 but they're still really low seated shinigami.
Bittersweet
By: Nekare
Ribbons
The little girl turned to his stoic companion, a smile brightening her face in the glow of the rising sun. Her eyes were swimming with mirth and her arms were outstretched as if to catch more of the warmth the new day offered. The ribbons holding up her hair were twirling around her as she jumped happily; air and momentum making them fly freely, surrounding her in a dance of bright colors.
He was staring.
And somehow, Hitsugaya couldn't make himself to look away from her figure as her laugh floated in the air and her feet made water jump high, light making the drops turn into reflecting gems in mid air.
Hinamori stretched a hand towards him. "Isn't it wonderful Shirou-chan?" He couldn't help but melt a little with the sweetness in her voice. Really, one day so much sweet would be the end of her.
Or at least, he'd have a massive toothache. Not that he minded, of course.
The sun had finally risen, and the hues of pink and orange - the same shades of her ribbons, he noted - had receded into a pale blue painted with cotton candy clouds. They were standing by a brook, in her childish desire to wake up at an indecent hour to go watch the brake of dawn. He could have said no. He could have told her to go by herself. So why was he here? Because he couldn't bear to deny her anything.
The fresh scent of nature was carried in the wind, pine perfume impregnating their clothes. She started to dance to a song only she could hear, ankle deep in the water. They weren't naïve children anymore, yet they allowed themselves to appear as such. They were already at the Gotei-13, and their hands knew the weight of a sword; yet they allowed themselves to pretend the stench of blood was nothing compared to the wise-smelling forest. For even if they wouldn't admit it, they were still children.
Her merry laughter filled the silent clearing, birds flying from their nests. A smile tugged at his lips. "Yes, Momo. It's wonderful." She grinned at him for a moment, noticing his little smile. An aqua colored ribbon fell on her shoulders, and he had the sudden urge to push it back. She took advantage of his distraction when she grabbed his hand – with a strong grip, since she was still a shinigami – and pulled him to her, forcing him to participate in her wet dance (and to be honest, he didn't fight that much).
Sweetness was going to be the end of her.
She was going to be his.