Author's Notes: I can't update as much as I would like to, I have Regents exams this week, for those of you who don't know what they are think of it like this, final exams in the middle of the year, but harder at times, and much more important.
Cup of soup
Hitsugaya stood at the very foot of the bed, his zanpakuto resting in his hand, tired from the recent stressors of the day. A droplet of sweat came down from his temple and accumulated at the bottom of his chin. His cold eyes looked wearily, yet still caring at the same time at the mostly shrouded figure laying on the bed. "I couldn't save you." He mumbled gently under his breath. "I promised that I would save you, that I would kill anyone to make you cry." He closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears back.
The figure on the bed didn't need to look back, a transparent breather covered her mouth, her black hair laid back on the bed messily and her black eyes stay asleep perpetually.
"Hinamori." His fists tightened, "I swear, that next time. I will protect you." His eyes closed in anticipation, would she receive his promise when she wakes? Will she be angry at him? This confused and scared him, a question without any answers.
"Captain." A soft, delicate voice sung behind him, "You should get something to eat. You've been training with your Kidou again, so you need to replenish your energy." His buxom, yet at times, caring vice-captain, Matsumoto walked up behind Hitsugaya and offered him a bowl of soup.
Hitsugaya stood there silently, seemingly deep in though, "No, it's okay Matsumoto." He replied calmly.
Her voice became a bit more concerned, "It's not okay captain, you've been training very hard the last few days, and it is taking a toll on you."
His voice replied unwaveringly, "I said no thank you. I don't want to pull my rank on you Matsumoto."
"And as your elder, I said eat. I don't care if you're my superior or not. You really should eat." Her voice sounded agitated. "I worry about you captain. Your kind, and you get the work done. At least eat something."
"... fine."
Her voice perked up slightly while setting the cup of soup on a nearby table, "Thanks Captain." she began to walk away.
"Matsumoto, when we're alone like this, call me Hitsugaya. It doesn't matter to me."
She smiled while continuing to walk away, "Sure thing, Hitsugaya."
The young captain thought to himself, looking at the soup, it was chicken noodle. His favorite when he was still alive.
