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Winter Fireworks
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Chapter Two
I've always hate that girl, Shinso.
Momo Hinamori, the sweetest soul of all the lieutenants.
Hn, more like conspiring, greedy little wench of all the lieutenants.
It's amazing how she crawls all over Aizen, leaking adoration and love from her pores, so much that she stinks, but when she spots my Tōshirō, all of a sudden she's under his skin next.
I want her dead.
It angers me Shinso, the way she touches him and looks at him; whispering childish things in his ear that I know he doesn't give a damn about even though he's younger than her.
And then, there's the way she looks at me. When I pass by her, she gives me this look of utter smugness and a hit of amusement, like she knows how I feel about Tōshirō and there's nothing I can do about it. I know that there is nothing I can do about it every single time I go to bed and wake up alone, without Tōshirō by my side.
I don't need that midget constantly reminding me of the fact as she touches and acts like she cares for Tōshirō like he belongs to her.
He belongs to me.
There's a reason why people are so intimidated by me, Shinso. I think it's about time I gave little Momo a demonstration.
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Mid afternoon found Tōshirō lounging in the one of the many tea houses in the Seireitei. Some were always vacant, and visitors were able to make their own tea, helping themselves to the variety supplied. Tōshirō had come to do just that also avoiding Momo for a bonus.
They were really such close good friends but now Tōshirō wouldn't hesitate to say the older girl was getting annoying. Momo had started clinging to him, touching him in all the wrong places. One would say she was hinting at things if she wasn't doing the same to Aizen. He was amazed at how the older man handled her presence.
Momo wasn't being like Momo at all. When they were kids and even up until now, Tōshirō always felt defensive and protective over Momo. But that didn't mean he had feelings of intimacy for her. Really now, she wasn't that desirable to him. She was still a girl and still hadn't filled out yet. Of course Tōshirō was younger but if you tried to court him, at least have a trump card.
Tōshirō watched the water boil. He wasn't sure if he was attracted to females at all. Rangiku's chest scared the hell out of him sometimes. It was just to much basically. Unlike Momo who had nothing and was under the pretense that she something.
And then there was that letter from yesterday. Who could it be from? Momo was out of the question. She's too touchy feely to actually write something down. And more importantly, would he get another one? His hand brushed against the hidden pocket of his shihakushou, feeling the letter within. Tōshirō kept it with him at all times. He didn't actually dislike the warm feeling it brought.
"The water is ready, Captain Hitsugaya. I really don't want you to get a burn."
Tōshirō didn't even hear the kettle whistle loudly or when Gin appeared behind, reaching over him to turn the heater off. At such a close proximity, Tōshirō realized Gin smelled of fresh pine and…flowers..? Weird. He could never imagine a person like Gin near flowers. Gathering his revolve and ready to ignore Gin, Tōshirō reached for a cup for his tea.
Gin unfortunately had placed a filled, steaming one right on the counter in front of him.
Teal-emerald eyes met narrowed eyes suspiciously. "What is it that you want, Captain?" He turned his back and headed for the small tea table in the center of the room, getting situated on a cushion and blowing over his cup, expecting an answer.
Tōshirō missed the pause in Gin's movements when he accepted the tea and even missed a real smile instead of grin. He watched as Gin took a seat at the table in front of him. "I was simply bored walking around and here I found you." He took a sip of his tea, despite that it was still at an alarming temperature.
"You seem to be talking to me a lot lately," Tōshirō said. "Why?"
Gin executed that mysterious grin of his again. "You were always an interesting person." He turned his head slightly, diverting Tōshirō 's gaze. "I just find myself wanting to be around you more…"
It was awkward. Gin looked different somehow. Was something wrong? "Gin," Tōshirō said before he could stop himself, blushing lightly as Gin turned his gaze upon him once more.
"You said my name. Finally. With no remorse in it." Gin laughed lightly. "I want to hear you say it again, Tōshirō ."
Lost at words, Tōshirō only took another sip of his cool tea, silence filling the air. Moments later, Tōshirō jumped with Gin cursed as he turned to stare at the sliding door of the tea house.
Gin balled his hands into fists. "Looks like our favorite little plum tree's roots have found you once again, Tōshirō ."
Tōshirō blinked. Plum tree? But that could only mea--
The sliding door slid open loudly. "Shiro-chan!!"
Damn.
Momo flung herself onto the arm of Tōshirō, much to his and Gin's dismay. "I've been looking all over you! Aizen-sama told me I'd find you here with…him" Momo added coldly, glaring at Gin.
Gin simply laughed. Damn Aizen and his little jokes. He was the only that did cruel things for a laugh. Aizen was trying to take over. If he wanted a laugh, play chess with Kaname, not send the brat to him.
"Momo," Tōshirō started, "Gin is a captain. I'd appreciate if you would show him the respect."
Both Momo and Gin stared at Tōshirō. Was he even the same person? Momo spoke up first. "So you're on a first name basis now?" She huffed and tried to pout, which at the Gin snorted. Tōshirō was the only one who pouted cutely. "I wasn't aware you two were friends."
Before Tōshirō answer, Gin interrupted, propping his chin on his palm and grinning. "Why Momo," Gin said. "Did Captain Aizen send you to go meddle in Tōshirō's personal affairs because he didn't want you in his?"
When he saw Momo stiffen, the grin became more predator like. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really now?" Gin fingered the rim of his cup with his free hand. "I have to give Aizen some credit. Even I would get tired of a flat chested little girl coming on to me every single day, but Aizen let you continue for months right? He was so nice to even acknowledge your feelings but even he has a limit." Momo was shaking now. Perfect "But you don't care do you? You think Tōshirō is going to be your little rebound? I'm afraid you'll have to reconsider your plans, my dear. Why don't go talk to Izuru, hmm?
Tears falling to the floor mat, Momo Hinamori dashed out of the room, her cries echoing outside. Gin shook his head laughing. "She was too easy, today." He took another sip from his tea.
"You bastard."
Gin froze. No. He forgot that Tōshirō was there the whole time.
"How dare you say that to Momo?!" Tōshirō was furious and Gin could feel it. "Don't you ever come near her again!" And with that, Tōshirō ran out and after Momo.
Gin swore Tōshirō made him have a heart, and now it just shattered into two. "Shinso," Gin said, covering his face with his hands. "I am such an idiot."
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Shinso.
I want to die.
I couldn't help what I said. She was trying to take Tōshirō away from me. I got defensive.
..Just like he got defensive of her, I know Shinso…
..What? You're right. He didn't say not come near him again. Just Momo. Silly Tōshirō.
But I think I'll keep my distance away from him. I wouldn't be able to stand it if he looked at me with hate. I was so close. He called me by my name…We were actually having a conversation..He even drank the tea I poured for him.
It could have been drugged like you wanted it to be Shinso. But for that brief time, he trusted me.
But Hinamori had to ruin it all. Or was it me.
Damn.
I need to write something.
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Tōshirō fell onto his futon with a heavy sigh. Today had been tiring. Piles of paperwork, Rangiku passed out drunk at her desk and Momo crying all night from what Gin said.
Gin.
He was different before Momo barged in. And then everything went back to hell.
Tōshirō rolled over and got comfortable for sleep, putting the days events behind him. Pulling the covers over him, something fell on his forehead and into his waiting hand. His heart skipped a beat.
It was another letter.
I keep forgetting that you're a child and that there are a lot of things you can't give up just yet. Like friendship and loyalty.
There no rush though.
What I have for you can never come in between that.
And I see that crying make you feel better at times in life. When you're like me, you tend to forget things like that.
The last time I cried was when I was in the real world; truly alive. I cried as I died. I haven't done so since then. I keep everything in, my mask is a form or intimidation to keep everyone away. But I want you to see through it.
I want you to see the pain in me. The sadness.
No matter how hard you ignore it, block it, lock it away, the despair and grief attacks you again and again.
But then I think of you, Tōshirō and in the same manner, hope and happiness returns with an impact.
Tōshirō…
Thank you.