Post Soul-Society arc. Hitsugaya ponders about life and failure one morning while watching the sun rise.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bleach. If I did, Aizen's health would be in serious question.
"Hinamori! HINAMORI! Please don't die, Hinamori…"
Hitsugaya forced his eyes open as the painful memories came flooding back into him.
I can't think about that now. The nightmares are bad enough.
It was dawn, and Hitsugaya was lying on the rooftop, overlooking all of Soul Society. It was the one place that Hitsugaya found peace- somewhat- after waking up several nights in a row drenched in sweat, having dreamt ofblood and endless darkness.
I'm glad the night is receding. It's a dirty, lying bastard. You think you're safe when all of a sudden it comes and attacks you from all around.
Below Hitsugaya, Soul Society was waking up. The clanks and clangs of shinigami beginning their morning training filled the air as streaks of color painted themselves through the sky.
How is it possible that everyone can go back to normal so easily? Three of our own betrayed us, people are dead, and Hinamori…
Hinamori still had not woken up. Unohana had healed the young woman's wounds, but Hinamori unconsciously remained mentally scarred. The idea that her beloved Aizen-taichou had betrayed her carved itself in Hinamori's subconscious, keeping her body weak and defenseless.
Why wasn't I able to protect her? How could I allow this to happen? Was I not strong enough? I'm Hitsugaya, the boy genius! Why did I have to rely on everyone else?
Above Hitsugaya, sharp streaks of red filled the lightening sky.
It's almost as if that bastard Abarai is laughing at me…
The red in the sky softened to create an aura of soft pink, accompanied by sporadic streaks of orange and purple.
I guess everyone in Soul Society put forth their effort to drive Aizen away. My part was just stalling him before he could get to everyone else. I kind of failed, though…
Hitsugaya looked up at the colors, musing.
It's all thanks to Matsumoto and Kyoraku and Ukitake and Nanao and Yachiru and Soi Fong and Unohana and Isane that Soul Society wasn't destroyed. Oh, and that old shinigami, Yourichi. And that Rukongai boy, Ichigo.
Hitsugaya stayed there on the rooftop until the sky was full of a pale, peaceful blue.
"Taichou?"
"Hn? Matsumoto?" Hitsugaya turned around to see his vice captain approaching him.
"You should hurry or we'll be late for breakfast."
Breakfast isn't the same without Hinamori there to make faces at the cook's terrible omelets.
"One second," he replied.
Hitsugaya took one last look above him at the endless expanse of blue before he got up.
It's calm and sunny now, but sooner or later the night is going to have to come back. It's inevitable.
"You coming, Taichou?"
"I'm coming."
When the darkness will return, though, I have no idea.
A/N- So, that is my attempt at a dramatic, symbolic, angsty fic. I love Hitsugaya, because you can write so much about him...he's so easy to tease, but he also has an incredibly serious side to him. This was my attempt to capture that seriousness. Please review. I'd like to know if it is good, or if it is simply horrible.