Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach as I have already said before. If I did then Hinamori would not have ever been in a coma.
If you like this story but want more HitsuHina action then I reccomend my other fanfic: Her Typical Love Story. It is much less serious than this story and it's only a oneshot.
The third chapter will be posted soon. Enjoy!
She wanted it.
She wanted it so bad she would have gone to any desperate means to achieve it.
It held her desire. It held all her passion and motivation. It was her one and only priority that she and she alone would somehow find a way to achieve it.
Odd how one simple thing could mean so much to a person such as herself, a person who is always so carefree and optimistic, yet naïve and brutally innocent. To awaken such alien emotions from her delicate personality definitely meant something.
As she worked with blind determination toward her prize she faintly understood the pros and cons of her stubborn demeanor.
She was creating a gap. A gap between her and the one she loves. Her most beloved friend was quickly being pushed to the side at a frightening pace; she guiltily accepted the fact that it was her fault for the isolation on her behalf. A snowy haired boy who was once the centre of her world was slowly being forgotten.
But even so, her achievements were great.
Reflexes showed results of a dramatic improvement; her fighting techniques were coming close to perfection each time she practiced during the day. Kido was a different story altogether.
Ever since she figured out the anonymous source of her power to be her reiatsu she quickly learnt how to control it. The academy taught her to shape her power in accordance to her emotions, creating kido spells so great its capability ranging from knocking out an enemy to decapitating five hollow at once. After much practice, she learnt that she had a knack for the dangerous use of spirit power.
When she discussed this with her close confidants, Izuru and Renji, they both nodded and patted her head in an endearing way. Izuru went on to say how a shinigami's kido level increases with the strength of a person's emotions toward a specific goal. Renji gave a lopsided smirk when he noticed the confusion setting upon her blank face.
"Yeah, and no one has a stronger goal than our Momo."
Lowering her eyes she felt something click.
A goal.
Yes, that was it!
All her training, all her hard work from sweat and tears, every ounce of her will pushing her to the absolute limit to achieve that one desire.
A goal.
Her very own goal.
And if what Renji and Izuru said were true then, goddamit, she would reach that goal with her own power, her own strength.
These thoughts raced through Momo's mind as she lifted a quivering and bloody hand to grasp the hilt of her sword.
Staggering to her feet, she heaved heavy breaths of cool air that shook her small frame. Scrapes and cuts littered her body, her academy uniform barely noticeable from the mixture of sweat and blood soaking through the linen fabric.
Her hair had come undone from its practical pigtails, chocolate locks dusty from grit and dust flew wildly around her face from the harsh winds.
Her throat was parched. Her stance was tired. Her lips were cracked with a small trickle of scarlet red running from a corner of her mouth.
And yet she was steady. Steady as a boulder that refuses to yield to the tornado that stands ominously before it. She waited her whole life for this moment. This one moment where she would prove she was worthy of reaching that goal.
Taking a slow breath, she internally summoned her spirit power. Her spirit power that wields to her temper and, oh, is her temper great.
Fury slowly fused into the whirlpool of determination and want, fury for the simple reason of anger towards anything that chooses to stand in her path.
The compassionate side of her which had been shoved to the side prays that the opponent understands that once anything stands in her way it shall be cut down by her own hands.
The spirit force began to spiral into a hurricane worthy of a truly devoted shinigami. It spiraled around her as she felt words begin to form and push past her lips.
"Snap… Tobiume!"
The rest was a blur. All she could remember was blood of hollows raining upon the soil of the earth…
and white.
White hot fury. White hot resolve. The two components giving evidence to her white hot temper.
The last she remembered before she fell to the ground in an unconscious heap was a voice echoing across the empty battle field.
"Lieutenant's Exam complete. Mission: Success. Hinamori Momo has achieved Lieutenant's class."
Only later would she witness the smiling faces of her dear friends, although only one face would she remember forever from all the guests in her hospital room. Pride lighting his sharp teal orbs even as he scolded her for pushing herself too hard. Smiling, she would kiss his cheek lovingly in apology only to watch him scoff, fold his arms, and mutter "stupid" under his breath as a rich cherry color painted his normally stoic face.
But that would be later.
And only later would she be told her new ranking of Lieutenant would be under Captain Aizen Sousuke of 5th company.
And only later would her eyes tear with happiness at the realization of her life goal being fulfilled.
Author's Note: I liked this idea because it talks a bit about how lieutenants worked hard to get to where they are in the Soul Society. And, gasp, there was even a slice of HitsuHina shoved in at the end! :D
Just a reminder, these chapters can be taken as oneshots. They may, at a moment or two, refer to the previous chapters to keep the story going smoothly.
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