Wow I haven't written a fanfiction in a long time! D I'm happy to be writing again, but this time with a whole new anime!
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Bleach!
Hell Yea! HitsugayaxHinamori all the way! Anyways… Moving on to the fanfiction…
Summary On The Little Linky-Thingy: When would she EVER shut up? "Come on Shiro-chan! Your hair cannot be naturally that color!" Hinamori said, exasperation flitting in and out of her words. Hitsugaya's eyebrow gave a visible twitch. "For the last time, Hinamori! It's natural!"
Really Short Summary That Tells You What's Happening: Hinamori pesters Hitsugaya about his hair color. Hitsugaya shuts her up in one of the weirdest ways possible…
This is my first time writing a Bleach fanfiction, so if you must criticize make it short and sweet! D
And, this is just a little short oneshot. Nothing serious. I do plan on starting a multi-chapter Bleach fanfiction eventually, though.
Enjoy the story!
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//HitsuHina\\
Clearly, this was not Hitsugaya's day.
His desk was overflowing (literally) with paperwork, he hadn't showered since the night before, his body ached from a 'friendly' spar between him and Matsumoto, and on-top of it all his head was pounding from the supposedly innocent girl, jabbering in his ear. When would she EVER shut up? "Come on Shiro-chan! Your hair cannot be naturally that color!" Hinamori said, exasperation flitting in and out of her words. Hitsugaya's eyebrow gave a visible twitch. "For the last time, Hinamori! It's natural!"
"It can't be natural Hitsugaya-kun! That's like saying Kuchiki-taichou doesn't spend 3 hours on his hair every morning!" His brown-haired friend made some odd hand motions. Waving her arms in the air as if flagging down a plane, while obliviously knocking over an antique vase of Hitsugaya' s. (Which he thankfully caught in time)
The child prodigy sighed. Oh how his head throbbed…
"Hinamori, please my head hurts and you really just won't stop-" His words were cut off as Hinamori brought her hand down upon his head, pulling and yanking at his hair.
His oh-so beautiful hair…
"Ow, ow, ow! Hinamori, stop!" He let out a large cry of pain, ice-blue eyes widening with anguish. The innocent girl (whom now had him pinned to the ground) kept tugging at his hair, her large, sparkling eyes searching for any hint of a different color in his thorny tresses.
This really was not his day…
She continued yelling (more like screaming) in his ear. "There has got to be SOME different color in here!" Finally, after a few more seconds of torture, Hitsugaya noticed a loosening in Hinamori's grip. Extending his hand outward, he grabbed Hinamori's small wrist in his larger hand, managing to flip her over so that his larger frame was on top.
Hinamori was silenced now… but not by choice.
She noticed something weird about the way Hitsugaya had silenced her…something soft and wet was pressed against her lips…
Then it struck her.
He was kissing her!
Hinamori let out a small cry of surprise, as his lips molded to fit perfectly against her own. It was a sweet chaste kiss. Passion in loved filled, with emotions she never thought Hitsugaya could feel.
He smiled against her supple lips, kissing her a bit harder one last time before rocking back on his heels.
Hinamori's face seemed to turn 3 shades redder, as Hitsugaya flashed her his trademark smirk.
Yup, this really was his day.
I know it isn't very many words. But, remember it was my first time writing a Bleach fanfiction. So, I just wanted to get some experience in before I start anything serious.
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