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HINAMORI

Hinamori took a deep breath and stepped into the building. The wrought-iron gates were a bit old-fashioned and therefore really comforted her – it didn't scare her at all, and she liked old-fashioned thing the most – and she soon found herself opening the gate and heading towards the house. At first she was frightened, albeit trivially – the house was supposed to be haunted. But even so, she knew that if she didn't do the dare right, Renji would start picking on her again.

Slowly, Hinamori placed her foot on front of the other, inhaling and exhaling constantly to keep herself…herself. Right now, she was angry with herself for taking on the dare. In the gloom, Hinamori could just make out a small, square wooden-floored hall in front of her that had paintings around the wall. Although purple velvet curtains were drawn over each picture, she could tell that they were paintings because of the golden frames the peeling edges of oil and colour. There was just one door facing her and she decided to pass it, for there were no other ways into the small, cosy structure.

And as she proceeded…

"Who's there?" screeched a harsh voice, and Hinamori felt herself start. "Oh. It's only a little girl."

Then…

"Hi, I'm Gin." A tall, thin figure with a broad, fixed smile leapt out of the shadows and was beside her within a moment. Hinamori started. She didn't know if she should be frightened or glad that there was someone actually in the house. The man did look creepy. All Hinamori could say that time was: "I'm Hinamori."

"Then yer must be that girl Aizen was talking about - follow me." And he walked away accordingly, so Hinamori followed.

"Oh." Gin had stopped abruptly in his tracks, causing Hinamori to bump into him. "I forgot the courtesies again. Any questions, Ms. Hinamori?" Hinamori turned and faced his ridiculous smile. What was with him? Hinamori cleared her throat before she answered: "No… not anything in particular… except that maybe… I remember my friend telling me that this house was abandoned a year ago, so why…"

"It's because we're ghosts. People don't see that we occupy it." Ghosts? Hinamori giggled nervously behind him, without making eye contact – if the slit of his eyes could make eye contact a possibility. "Ghosts? I don't believe in…" Hinamori started to reply.

"No, I'm serious," Gin quickly budged in. "Aizen and I died a year ago because we tried to make a time machine that would take us back to the witch-hunting era… only it failed because the girl we had was actually out of her expiration date." Then suddenly, Hinamori didn't feel like laughing anymore. Instead, she looked at the floor as if it had suddenly become very interesting. She no longer felt comfortable with him, because the way he said "expiratory date" and "witch-hunting" didn't in the least sound like what a normal person would say.

Both of them went along now with the still silence in the air.

I just wanted to tell you before I go - this is in no way Gin x Hinamori or anything ridiculous like that. Don't throw things at me, please! And please, please, please wait for the next chapter! That's all for today, folks. Goodbye, and hope you have a nice day :D