Author Note: I feel so guilty and bad for updating this when I should have been writing on so many other things since I feel like I owe it to people to try and work harder on my old stories. Just to let you know I am sorry that I waste my time on things like this!! D: Just read the chapter and tell me what you think. Oh and for the pairings! I believe I'm putting in some HinamoriHitsugaya with a tad bit of MatsumotoHitsugaya thrown in as a side dish XD Enjoy! I know that some of my timings and my scenarios are alittle off but I hope you read it and like it anyways! Feel free to tell me what you think since I live off reviews!

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Chapter Number: 2

Chapter Length: 2,362 words long!

Characters: Hinamori Momo, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Rangiku Matsumoto, Ichimaru Gin, Kira Izuru, Aizen Sosuke.

Pairings: No romance action in this chapter sorry D:

Warnings: Mentions of violence! I DON'T HAVE A BETA SO THERE MIGHT BE MAYN GRAMMICAL AND SPELLING ERRORS!
Rating: T

Time it took to write: Well I wrote the first 1,500 words about three weeks ago and then I just picked it up and finished the chapter because I felt so lame so done over a period of 4 to 3 weeks.

Disclaimer: I do not Own BLEACH! If I did Gin would have let Kira go with him to Hundo Muceo :P

Dedicated to: This Chapter is dedicated to my good friend Insanity Rise and also to a great Fanfiction writer named Ulat Bulu, she has inspired me to write things I could never even imagine until I read her fanfictions. The best of times to both of you!

CHAPTER TWO

The Darkness of demise

The clean tapestry of snow was disturbed by a pair of thin sandals, the looming silence killed by curses being whispered under one's breath. He staggered as he walked, clothes bearing the heavy stench of crimson. His silver hair clung to his sweat drenched face as he struggled to see through the blizzard tearing at him from all directions. Muttering yet another curse under his breath, he continued.

"Pretty cold eh?" He chuckled quietly to himself, enjoying the melancholy of these situations that he often found himself trapped in. Recently he'd found that trouble was drawn to him, always sticking its ugliness in his life. However, it didn't bother him much for he had never asked for the world to be kind. He'd never wanted a place were all he received was happiness on a platter. The malicious taint his life held was much more interesting than that of a normal being.

He drug a bloodied figure behind that of his own, having no trouble with the little bit of extra weight he had to carry. At the moment it was not fatigue that worried him, it was the fact that getting back to his desired destination was hard in such weather. Getting lost out here seemed so easy and already his body was against him. His head throbbed with pain as he walked. The sound of the snow crunching under his feet was the only thing that reminded him that he was still walking.

"Almost there Izuru," He spoke to the man as though he could hear his voice.

However, his words sunk into the silence, unheard by another's, as Kira's eyes remained closed. The man had expected that much though; for he'd had to land a quick blow, thus he had hit the Soul reaper rather hard. The wound wouldn't be fatal, but it wouldn't exactly be harmless either. Nevertheless, it was the only way. If he were to bring Izuru to Aizen, then it would be much easier if he did it without the blonde's knowing. Though Kira probably wouldn't have put up much of a fight, doing things the easier way was much more enjoyable.

He could only imagine how angry Aizen would be though. Surely, he would be furious when he saw the large wound creeping its way down Kira's right shoulder. So much blood shed had been necessary to cover up most of the tracks his own spiritual pressure might have left behind. Gin Ichimaru's staggered breath filled the frigid air around him as he forced his way up a small flight of stone steps. The concrete beneath him was covered in ugly cracks that threatened to break the very foundation into pieces. Around him were the same dark trees that grew in the deepest parts of this forest.

The flight of stair led further, disappearing at a huge wooden door. Decaying roots clinging to the sides of the foundation, holes patched in the roof only proved that this building was old. However, Gin couldn't help but smirk as he pulled his weight across the concrete and kicked the door open with his foot. A loud bang rung through the corridors as the door slammed into the side of the building before creaking freely on loose hinges.

Inside there was nothing but darkness, except for the inconstant candle light coming from pegs on the walls. The building reeked of dying plants and anything else that was mixed with the black substance that clung to the stone covered ground. Small porcelain drops fell from the many areas in the roof where wood no longer stood, giving a clear view of the midnight sky.

"Aizen-taichou?" Gin chirped into the silence, his voice lingering on into the hallway. Only the sound of his footsteps rang in his ears, his call unheard. Feeling abit annoyed by the lack of attention he was receiving, Gin quickened his pace. Caring another's weight along with your own was tiresome and aggravating when done for a long period of time. Though Gin did not easily express either of these things, he was finding such a thing difficult right now. He looked over his shoulder and only met defeat, seeing that Izuru's eyes were still closed.

"Ya stupid-" His voice was cut off by the sound of heavy shoes against the stones, his eyes searching the dark corridor in front of him. A malicious looking smile curled unto his lips as the man he'd been waiting for arrived.

A pair of dark glasses hid his eyes from sight, curly, chocolate-colored hair fell in tufts around his face and his clothes were wrinkled and dirty.

"What do you want?" He asked, his voice holding a hint of weariness, his face looking tired as though he hadn't slept in days. Gin; however, looked as lively as the assistant captain of 11th company. He stood in the hallway, smile as innocent as that of a child, a malicious and cruel child.

"What troubles have you brought me now Ichimaru?" Aizen groaned, his eyes falling to the bleeding figure that Gin had let drop to the floor. Obviously Izuru meant very little to the man.

"Just went to 'et a little somethin' to eep me enter'rianed," If it had been anyone other than Aizen, they might have shuddered at the sound of his voice. However; he looked rather angry, glaring at the man with frustrated eyes. They shifted to the trail of crimson that had lingered behind the Tall man. Raising an eyebrow, he let out a deep sigh.

"I already told you Ichimaru, we leave for Huedo Muceo in 4 days, you can't be dragging around wounded people and slowing us down!" Aizen had been waiting to arrive that place for so long now that hindering his path seemed heartless and unfair. Nevertheless, Gin hardly saw Izuru as a "hindrance".

"Ah Come on!" He laughed," the poor 'ittle guy was miserable wit out me!" Aizen glared at him with annoyance laced with jealousy. Since when did this man think he could go around getting what ever he wanted?! Hadn't he been taught better?!

"Hmm… Then we might as well make our guest welcome." He said that with uttermost sincerity while he gritted his teeth together. He wanted to kill the blond, beat him to a bloody pulp and make him wish he was dead! However, Ichimaru was in his way.

Hinamori stumbled through the closed doors of the tenth division, gasping loudly as she nearly collapsed with exhaustion. Her entire body was still shaking, partially from the cold and partially from the sight she had seen. How could that have happened to her friend?! Who could have done that?! Her body was raked with heavy spasms of pain as she sobbed. Her vision blurred as she tried to walk, forced to cling to the railing for balance. Crimson dripped to the floor with each step, but it wasn't her own. Her Breaths came out in short, rapid gasps for air. Her mind was plagued with images of the blood and the snow, the sickening pictures too powerful to forget.

She could not imagine what had happened or even how it had occurred; all she knew was that her friend was somewhere, dying of his own blood loss! She had do something! Had to run and get help, but her body was against her. While her mind screamed "run" her legs would not react to the command. Therefore, she stumbled forward like a newborn child, barely knowing how to walk on her own two feet. The weakness she was expressing made her want to cry out and curse at herself for each step was so hard. She felt as though she was on a boat with each wave pushing her this way and that.

Oh how she needed to reach Hitsugaya and Matsumoto! She craved for their comfort, needed her judgment and prayed for their help. Surely her childhood friend would know how this problem could be solved, surely he could rescue Kira from whatever fate had come upon him. These thoughts brought small amounts of comfort though deep down inside she knew there was nothing he could do.

The Cherry blond sat on her desk, legs crossed over the wooden top, arm's curled around her chest. She watched the quick movements of her taichou's steady hand across the paper. As the ink pen traced the paper, words began to form as he wrote quickly, hating this long work. He was tired of how the people up at first Division had decided to pour 3rd Division's paper work onto him! It wasn't his fault that their captain had betrayed them and he certainly didn't deserve this! They had been told that Soul Society was doing its best to make sure that all were healed from these incident, well this certainly was a strange way of healing! He groaned, his arm so tired he feared it would fall off at any moment!

The white haired man could have asked for a bit of help from his assistant captain, but he was almost done and besides, he wanted to make sure everything was done correctly. Sometimes her mind would go off now a days and she would end up scribbling ink all over her paper without even noticing it! Such mistakes would not look good when he turned those documents into the 1st Company. Thus he had begun doing most of the paperwork now and getting it done fairly late. He had never been good at paperwork but was patient enough to put up with it. He could sit here at his desk for hours and not whine or complain that Matsumoto might have done.

The night was peaceful and he enjoyed the cool air streaming in from the open window near his desk. Every once and awhile he would look up, see the falling snowflakes, and smile sincerely. He loved the tranquility that came with those falling flakes of ice. Such was why winter had always remained one of his favorite seasons. However, this pleasurable dreaming was up setted as the door to his office suddenly slammed open. He almost jumped, catching himself and darting his eyes in the direction of the door. What he saw in that doorway made his jaw drop. He saw Hinamori, her beautiful eyes laced with melancholy, her Shinigami rob wet with blood. She looked up at him with her tired, child-like eyes and cried out to him.

"Hitsugaya-taichou!" she called to the man, barely managing words through her sobs," something's wrong!" She was barely able to choke out everything about the blood and searching for Kira but she did manage to say enough for him to understand. Matsumoto flashed her captain a concerned look before going to the girl's aid.

"It's all right Hinamori," she told the younger girl in the most comforting voice she could think of," we'll get to the bottom of this but you have to take us to where you found the tracks…and the blood." Hinamori was so easy to damage that she had to be careful with her words, not wanting to hurt the girl anymore. Toshiro nodded his head in agreement before sighing hopelessly. What where they supposed to do and what where they dealing with? He didn't even know the full story for Hinamori's explanation had been so rushed and hard to understand.

He looked outside and grimaced. They would be going nowhere with a storm like that brewing for it would be too much of a hindrance. Besides, Hinamori didn't look as though she could go any farther anyway for the blood of her friend had shaken her too much. For once in his life, Hitsugaya was really beginning to hate this snow.

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Hope it didn't put you to sleep! Yeah this chapter has no action, but I got good ideas for the next one so stay on the edge of your seat and expect it real soon! Hope you liked this one! Review if you've got the time or even drop me a PM. Either way I'll be happy.

Spoiler for Chapter Three:

What?! Not only is Soul Society against an effort to search out Kira Izuru but they have also announced him dead?! What's going on here?! What are Momo and Toshiro going to do about this? Especially when they become hot on Ichimaru's tracks?

Look for the next Chapter of "Life is a Prison" Real soon!!