A/N
"Memoirs" is likely to be less of an explanation of Hitsugaya and Hinamori's childhood as much as an exploration of how these two incredibly close yet inexplicably different characters came to be their current selves. Although I set out to write yet another childhood Hitsu/Hina story, the idea that grabbed hold of me was not in any other fanfiction that I have read. The resulting story is exuberantly happy at times and at others, tilts towards a more psychotic state of mind. In any case, bear with me-there's light at the end of the tunnel. If you enjoy this story, then please review-nothing serves as better motivation.
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Meeting
We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course ...
When I first met him, it was raining, it was windy, and he was bleeding. I was cornered in a dark alleyway. There were 5 of them, 5 older men who had nothing but pain and agony in store for me. I may be a fukutaichou now, but back then, I was so terrified that I couldn't move. I was scrawny and they seemed to be of mammoth size. They were dirty, hungry, and angry. Their eyes were filled with dubious intentions, their fat faces were intensified with a great hatred, and their movements were that of a predator. I was petrified. (Hitsugaya-kun would later say that I had a look on my face that was so pathetically innocent, it just cried out, won't you take advantage of me?) They closed in on me, creeping ever closer. My dirty back finally touched the dirty brick wall and I closed my eyes in anticipation of whatever kind of thing they had in store for me.
But that moment never came.
When I opened my eyes, a silver-haired boy was hovering above me, shielding me from blows meant for only me. I expected his eyes to be clenched shut, but they were wide open. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his icy gaze. Even on that day, when I had known this boy for a time span on 5 seconds, his piercing eyes seemed to embed themselves on my brain. Even with his body bare and broken, he continued to gaze at me. And I gazed right back at him. The blows were inconsequential. We heard nothing and felt nothing. Time had stopped for the two of us.
I don't know how long we stared at each other. We were frozen in time. But from the very first moment that my eyes met his, I had this incredible urge to embrace him. It was like finding something you never knew existed but knowing that from the moment onward, you wouldn't be able to live without it. I wanted to hold him, to cry with him, to suffer with him. One glance and I was trapped in him. I was entranced. By his face, but his deed, by his hidden intention. And so very entranced by his eyes, by his soul, by his demeanor. So I took him home with me. And I would stay entranced.