Guess what everybody; I've decided to update! But before everyone goes on reading, I'll want to thank KaRiSa and MimoriFanForever for reviewing my other chapter again! Thanks! PLEASE READ NEXT LINE!
A/N: I changed my mind, the betrayal is going to happen, well in this chapter, it has already passed. Sorry if it's inconvenient but I just couldn't think of any other idea!
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Chapter 4 – Now Is The Future
The betrayal had happened already and it had been a few years after they had defeated Aizen and everyone else. Ichigo had taken care of Aizen and many of the taichous had to taken care of Tousen, Gin and the Arrancar.
Hinamori hadn't wakened up yet, and tonight as the rain poured down, Hitsugaya sat down beside her in the fourth division. 'It's funny,' he thought. 'How everything that was right at one point ends up like this.'
He remembered the clear blade slicing into Hinamori's stomach as if it was just a sheet of paper between a pair of fine scissors. Aizen…Aizen… the name kept running through the taichou's mind. How could he have let the one person he loved, the one person he's sworn to protect…go into coma like this?!
Tink, tink, tink. Each raindrop sounded of the blood dripping from Hinamori that day…the day of the betrayal. He didn't want to believe that it had happened, that he had been too weak to defend her, and that he was just a few seconds too late. Weak…weak… that word taunted him night and day.
That day, his world had shattered, he still held his cold expression, he still held that little fire in his eyes as if it were his only string of hope that could bring Hinamori back. He was still young, and everyone use to stare at him when he walked by the older shinigamis. 'Maybe, just maybe…everything is useless now…hopeless.'
He had spent hours by her side now that the war was over and that peace had resided in Soul Society; everything was at peace but his soul, mind and heart. Storms raged about, rain would fall from the sky like needles and snow would freeze the terrain in his life. He was even more ashamed that it hadn't been him who had killed Aizen, but Ichigo.
That bear he had given to Hinamori on her birthday, the one he spent all morning and night doing, lay dusty among the box that had all of Hinamori's most precious things; along with that one fake rose.
Matsumoto had told him everything about the roses, and Hitsugaya had instantly flared up, but that's when he realized that Matsumoto had written who did it. He had pictured that it was he that Hinamori thought who it was, but he knew better; it was Aizen. The future he had spent time thinking of was gone, vanished like thin air, dissolved in the water puddles created beneath his heart. One could say that he was broken, shattered, torn, but yet he tried, no matter how hard or impossible it was, to put himself together.
Love hurts, that's what everyone said…and it was true. Everyone knew that, but not everyone knows exactly how that pain feels like until it is brought upon them. Tink, tink, tink. How much had it rained every since after the war, about everyday of the years that pasted? Suppose that Hinamori never woken from her coma and grew old in a vast sleep, died in the endless dream, and the worst; believe that it was a dream that Aizen stabbed her, but the reality when it said that it was Hitsugaya who had killed him.
'My future is now, and now is the future.' The empty taichou felt as each ticking moment pasted and he paid no heed to what was going on. After Gin was killed, Matsumoto couldn't help but sit out and stare at the rain as it washed off the last of the painting that Matsumoto saw; the picture of Gin.
Bloodshed was showered everywhere that day, many shinigamis were killed, many had survived, and many were treated. The entire enemy however, was killed, not even one was spared of mercy. Pain, woe, sorrow surrounded the heavy air along with the scent of blood; which came from not only the body of the dead or wounded, but from the swords that bathed in the red liquid.
Hitsugaya stood up suddenly, and headed out the door, not once looking back and went to the fifth division office. Since it hadn't been a while, the filling people for the dead taichous were not decided yet.
When he entered the room, it had smelled of roses, 'Just like Hinamori's birthday.' Hitsugaya went into Hinamori's room and opened the drawer where Hinamori kept her box. On the box was a label printed in fashionable letters: 'Hinamori's possessions'.
Inside the box was the bear, the rose, some cards from the rest of Hinamori's birthdays including her last celebrated one, the peach ribbon, a beautifully coloured watermelon picture from back in Rukongai and more birthday gifts only from Hitsugaya. As much as Hitsugaya didn't want to admit it, he missed the times when Hinamori had protected him, even though Hitsugaya had told her to back off; he could protect himself. 'And you as well.' The boy had thought.
He still wanted to believe in that fantasy, but it was quite hard when reality sucked away most of what was left. The rain had lifted only so little that the sounds were harder to hear if perhaps you were only a few metres away from it. Everyone in Seiritei missed the sun dearly, it always lifted their spirits; but as long as Hinamori stayed in coma…tough luck.
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A day later, Matsumoto had come into the tenth division office, soaked to the bone…as the rain was still pouring eternally. Hitsugaya looked up at Matsumoto, and thought of the news that she was going to bring. Since now, the only time she was in the tenth division or in any division for that sort was to bring news of some sort. "Taichou…," She started. "Hinamori…Hinamori is…."
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Guess the person's P.O.V.
I've asked myself this question many times, and I already know the answer, but it just doesn't seem like the truth. Why do I love Aizen? Well of course it's because he's warm, because he's kind, because he's open, because of everything! So why do I have this conscience nagging me about my love towards him; is it doubtful that he loves me back the same way? I know it's not that.
Shiro-chan…I long to hear your voice, it's so empty here…so vast and lonely…all there is the darkness beckoning me towards it. I wish you were here and that you could pull me out of this nightmare and hug me tightly. I wish you were here to tell me it was alright, tell me it was just a dream…bed-wetter momo.
I feel as if I'm not going to make it, but if I heard your voice…even the cold, rough voice I hear everyday…I would welcome it. Where are you Shiro-chan?!
I remember the lovely evenings we spent together. The great outdoors…the sun shone so bright…the moon would always remind me of you. That one winter we had together…with Aizen gone…. I was so sad and I wanted to cry because he was away for so long…but you came to me and comforted me; yet I gave you nothing in return.
But when Aizen returned, I was so happy and I gave him a welcome back card and a small gift…I think it was a flower necklace I spent many hours making. I'm sorry Shiro-chan, please come back to me! Onegai…. (Sorry) (A/N: I only like using Japanese when their like really sad or something of the sort, but if you people out there don't like it, I'll change it!)
The memories I have are fading, please save me Shiro-chan…I'm scared…I'm lonely…I'm sad…I'm sorry…. Why won't you come for me Shiro-chan? Oh I know, it's because I'm being a burden again, because I always depended on you to protect me; even though I always thought that I would protect you. You're not a kid that spits watermelon seeds at people anymore are you?
Shiro-cha, no, Hitsugaya taichou, please, I need your help, I need your protection, I need your warmth, I need your love, I need you. This is the future isn't it? Now is the future isn't it? Onegai….
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Here's the end of my chapter. I'm REALLY SORRY IF I GOT CONFUSING OR ANYTHING, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE! But you can write them in a review, lol, so yeah, thank you all readers who are supporting me!
