Thank you to those who reviewed and put this story on story alert! Nothing exciting has happened so far, but I'm trying to build my chapters to an intense scene. Hopefully, I won't disappoint you.
Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, Hitsugaya would be in every scene.
Hinamori was met with a set of deep blue-purple eyes. She was startled when she realized that she had gone through three hours of not noticing that her friend, Rukia, was in the same classroom.
"Momo, what is this? Not saying 'hi' to me anymore?" Rukia asked, her voice flooding with feigned annoyance.
"Sorry Rukia, I didn't see you," Hinamori said indifferently. She knew from Rukia's tone of voice that she was only pretending to be irritated.
"It's okay. I just noticed you too," Rukia said and sighed. "Anyways, will I be seeing you tonight?"
Hinamori cringed at the thought of going to her job. "Unfortunately…" she murmured under her breath.
Rukia frowned at her friend's lack of enthusiasm. "Cheer up Momo or you are going to get fired for your pessimistic attitude. The job we have now is preparation for the future. So you better enjoy it while it's easy. Here, take this," Rukia said while rummaging around in her bag. She thrust a chocolate bar in Hinamori's hands. "This should raise your spirits," she said as she sauntered away.
As Rukia left, Hinamori let out another heavy sigh. This must be the hundredth time I've sighed today she thought to herself, slightly infuriated. She had known Rukia since high school. The raven-haired girl had always taken a rather motherly approach towards Hinamori although they were the same age. Hinamori only thought of Rukia as someone pleasant to talk to. Their friendship didn't extend much farther than that as far as she was concerned. Rukia was a social butterfly and almost the complete opposite of Hinamori. Yet, she considered Rukia her best friend, because she was also her only friend. Hinamori wasn't very social and she didn't really care much for social events and companionship.
When all her classes for the day were finished, she started to walk to her dorm. When she arrived at her destination, she unlocked the door and threw her bag on the floor. She opened the refrigerator and took a long sip from the milk carton. With the back of her hand she wiped away the remaining liquid that had formed on her lips. Hinamori walked over to her bed and stretched her body across it. She flipped on the TV and closed her eyes. She slowly dozed off as she tuned out the drumming of the TV.
Two hours later Hinamori awoke to the blaring sound of the TV. Panic flooded through her body as she realized she had fallen asleep. She quickly turned her head towards the clock. Crap! It's six fifty! I have ten minutes to get there or else I'm late. She quickly changed into her work attire, grabbed her bag, and ran out of the dorm. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, and crossing streets without checking if there were cars coming, she made it to work three minutes late.
She hastily ripped open the door to the Karakura clinic. She was panting violently as she made her way to the sign in/out sheet.
"Oi Hinamori! You are late! Do you think I will tolerate that? It's coming out of your pay!" yelled Hinamori's boss, Dr. Kurosaki.
Hinamori's cheeks instantly reddened and she looked down. "I-I'm sorry sir. It won't happen again," she said in a timid voice.
"Just kidding! I love messing with you. You take everything so seriously! You should have seen your facial expression. But did you actually think that I was that mean!? You should know better than that! I'm the nicest boss! Anyways, we have a new worker starting today. I need you to show him how we do things around here and where all the supplies are located," said Dr. Kurosaki in one short breath.
"Yes sir," Hinamori said uninterestedly. She turned around and that was when she saw the same spiky white-haired boy that had sat a few feet to her side earlier that morning.
