Coincidence

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"His hair color? It's such a coincidence, it's just like mine. Isn't that cool?" Nasako said, leaning on the wall behind her. Toshiro furrowed his brow and leaned back into the chair he was sitting in. Rubbing his head, his eyes squinted slightly. That's weird... so if Matazashi's hair is pure white, and Haru's hair is just like her's... but wait, isn't his hair brown?

"Are you sure, Matazashi? His hair's brown..." Toshiro tested as Nasako made a face.

"No, I'm pretty sure his hair is the same color as mine," Nasako pressed, raising an eyebrow curiously at Toshiro. "Are you sure you're not drunk or something?" Toshiro growled at this thought and rubbed his temples. He could have sworn that human's hair was brown. Brown hair and blue eyes. He was some kind of foreigner; he seemed too out of place for this setting. Shaking his head Toshiro sighed.

"Fine. We'll settle it this way," he said simply, marching past Nasako as he entered Ichigo's bedroom. Flipping the lights on, Toshiro heard the moans come from the bed as the orange haired male pulled the covers over his eyes. "Kurosaki, wake up, I have something to ask you. "

"What is it?" Ichigo groaned, his voice muffled from the blankets over his face.

"What color is Haru's hair?"

"W-what? The fuck am I supposed to know?"

"Just tell me, Kurosaki," There was a loud pause and then a sigh.

"I don't know, brown or something?" Toshiro turned his head over his shoulder to see Nasako standing in the doorway, a confused look plastered to her face. Rising an eyebrow at his fellow shinigami, Toshiro made a look of "See?"

Walking out of the bedroom near silently, the white haired male closed the door behind him and glanced at Nasako quietly. He could tell she was thinking hard about this. Though he didn't know much about her, Toshiro could easily notice when she was thinking.

"I still don't believe you," she said finally after moments of silence. Toshiro was taken back by this comment but remained silent. 'What the hell is wrong with you...' he thought to himself sourly, narrowing his eyes at the white haired shinigami in front of him.

"You're just trying to split us up, I know you are. It's just because you're jealous of him, I know it." Nasako whispered, though Toshiro could hear it in her voice. That little cool, slice of doubt. This was a start. He kept his eyes narrowed at her, arms slowly crossing. She looked at him painfully for a moment before scowling.

"I need some fresh air," with that she stormed past him and grabbed her coat bursting through the doors. Toshiro couldn't move, deep in thought. Slowly, he turned his body and looked at the clock. Just a little past three in the morning. Letting out a deep sigh, Toshiro sat down onto the couch and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands. There was too much going on inside of his head right now. The fact that he saw Haru's hair was brown, and she saw his hair as white was conflicting. Chewing on his bottom lip carefully, Toshiro thought about it a little more.

'If Kurosaki and Kuchiki say that his hair is brown, and Matazashi says his hair is the same as hers, what could she be seeing differently? She isn't color blind is she?' he paused his thought to shake his head at his own question. 'No, no, she's not color blind. I've known her long enough to know she isn't color blind. Maybe that hollow made her color blind after it hit her? No, that's wrong too, there's no way a hollow could leave that insignificant amount of damage on a shinigami.' Toshiro concluded that thought, furrowing his brow. There were too many loose ends and nothing he was putting together added up. He was missing a key point, and it was hard to find as of now.

There was a brisk wind at this hour as Nasako made her way to the nearest park. How could he bring something up like that, making up something to make her think differently of Haru? Who did he think he was? He was obviously jealous since he had blatantly announced his love for her. There was no doubt about it; he was jealous.

Ignoring the cold and the flickering lamps above her head as she walked beneath them, Nasako scowled to herself.

"What's his problem, really. Why can't he just deal with it instead of making a fuss about it," she announced aloud. Rolling her eyes at the troubling thought, she let out a sigh. Haru made her happy, there wasn't a doubt in that, but Toshiro also brought out something different in her. She never really showed it or touched on it, but it was there. Somewhere deep inside of her, however. She wasn't going to give into the fact that Toshiro made her feel different. That'd be embarrassing and just weird.

She didn't want to admit again that she liked him. Because she didn't anymore. She had Haru and that's all that matters.

"Or is it?" an ominous voice in the breeze breathed beside her. Turning her head in defense, Nasako narrowed her eyes. "Who's there?" she demanded.

"You're lying to yourself, and you know it," the voice bantered near silently; like a voice only she could hear. Was she going crazy?

"Leave me alone," Nasako warned daringly. Whatever it was, it was scaring her by now.

"Stop defending yourself, and come clean already. You know it's true and you're just denying it. What would you do if anything happened to him?" Mocked the voice dangerously in a saccharine drenched tone. As she turned around slowly, a glowing mist engulfed the space around her. A small face made shape and grinned at her deviously.

Swatting the air in front of her, Nasako quickly burst out of her gigai and watched it fall to the ground heavily. "Kokyū suru, Sāsuti-fū!" This was a new trick she had been working on recently; a hidden talent Sāsuti-fū had been hiding from her. The small dagger-like blade extended to a long, thin sword that stretched nearly as tall as she was. Slicing the air with a hiss, the dust float past her. "Wha- Who are you?"

"I don't understand it, why you keep fighting. Answer my question now, filthy shinigami," the voice shrieked. "What question?" Nasako yelled at nothing, sliding across the ground as she landed. Everything was beginning to distort and the colors becoming the opposite. It was giving Nasako a headache as the laugh echoed deep in her thoughts. What was happening? She tried standing up straight to face whatever was speaking to her but she just toppled over as the floor beneath her wobbled. Her eyes felt like they were burning inside of her skull as she tried to locate the mist, but all she could hear was the maniacal cackle.

"Oh I see it now, deep within you. If anything happened to him, oh goodness this is splendid. You're distraught and so confused, poor thing you. If anything happened to him you'd be in so much pain. So, so, much pain. Beautiful, simply beautiful," the voice sneered disgustingly. "I can't wait to play, this is going to be entertaining. Snagging a shinigami was a great choice,"

The mist that had formed a face grinned at her and before she could react there was a morphed voice in the background. Just then, an icicle whizzed right past as the surroundings beside her fell back into place. "Matazashi!" Toshiro yelled, Nasako focusing her vision on what was running towards her.

Toshiro made a mad dash towards Nasako; good thing he had decided to go after her when she didn't answer her Soul Phone. There was something here, he could feel it. But the things around them seemed fine. Nothing was out of place. As soon as he had made it down the street he heard yelling, and he could have sworn he heard another voice too but he wasn't sure. All he needed now was to make sure Matazashi was okay.

Grabbing her before she fell to her knees, Toshiro brushed stray hairs out of her face. Even out of her gigai she was cold, freezing actually. Letting out a sharp breath, Toshiro eased Nasako back into the false body and shed his coat. "What happened?" he kept asking as he wrapped his coat around her. She didn't say anything. She just kept staring.

'I don't know what happened, Taicho, I wish I could say so, but I can't. Where's my voice, why can't I speak? I'm scared.' Nasako whispered inside of her head. She was frightened, for the first time in a long time.

Gathering Nasako into his arms, Toshiro looked around carefully with narrowed eyes. He chewed his lip before taking off. He needed answers right now, there would be no more waiting.

AN: Hello, hello! I have returned after a long time! I do apologize, and I can't blame you if you have given up on this story! But I promise you I'll try to dish out faster updates. Do bear with me. So I hope you enjoyed this update with a lot of new things introduced! (: