17 Ways of Erase and Rewind

Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me.

Here I'm not putting special thanks, I'm giving her the entire credit to my Beta, Chancewriter, that not only makes my crazy ideas understandable and readable, she is an amazing writer herself and she wrote this story, the only thing I did was make it a little longer BUT this one is ALL her. Take the time to check her stories you won't regret it!

Warning: SPOILER ALERT! This story is up to date with manga 421: Deicide 23. A/N at the bottom, italics are for thoughts, and some cursing but nothing major.

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

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Chapter 3: Kicks in bed

"Is there a reason ya not goin' to sleep?" Shinji asked as he sat on the edge of her bed with which Hiyori responded to by promptly shoving him off with her foot and saying,

"'Cause I'm not tired, ya Dumbass." But the comment lost its usual bite for Shinji could see the dark circles under her eyes. Even though she acted it like she was alright, it was impossible that in just a couple of days she had recovered from an injury as serious as hers. And even when Unohana had explained to her that in order for her body to get better she needed to sleep and get her usual hot temper in check, Hiyori being Hiyori, was ignoring everyone and as usual, doing her own will.

"Not tired, huh? So you want to look like a raccoon? Ok then." He smiled toothily and she could distinguish his obvious insult easily. She had injured her waist not her head.

Completely offended Hiyori's eyes flashed in anger and she started to straighten up to reach for his throat where she envisioned tightening her fingers around his slender neck, but a searing pain ran through her stomach. She quickly covered her grimace with a defeated sigh as she fell back onto the pillow. Shinji's smile slipped off as he came closer and leaned in to hear Hiyori's slightly laboured breathing.

"Ya alright?" He asked seriously as he stared into her eyes. Even if he enjoyed teasing her, the real reason he was there – and he was in that room practically the same amount of time that she was – was because he was worried. So a change in her expression had him panicking and calling every single member of the 4th squad. Now that he thought about it he had to apologize to the grey-haired Fukutaichou. He had yelled at her rather rudely when he wasn't allowed to see Hiyori when they first brought her to Soul Society.

Taking an opportunity of his closeness and concerned face, Hiyori smirked as her right hand shot out to grab the bouquet of thorny roses on the bedside table that some idiot who didn't know her at all had sent. She slapped the bouquet against his face, dragging the thorny stems across his annoying look of concern, leaving rose petals to fall everywhere.

"I'm feeling fine now, Baldy." She responded as he drew away from her gasping in pain and furiously rubbing his cheek.

"Gah!" Shinji complained returning to his current pain caused by the blonde girl "Snaggletooth, if ya wanted more romance all ya had to say was that ya wanted me to shower the bed with rose petals." He replied and smiled broadly when he saw Hiyori's smirk fall flat and a small blush colour her cheeks. They were there staring at each other in silence looking at each other as if they were both wishing each other a sick, sad and heinous death that involved electrocution and a some kind of flesh-eating bacteria.

The roses were a gift from Kyouraku, a gift that made Shinji frown at the curly haired man. What the hell was he thinking giving roses to his girl? The good part was that when he came into the room she was sleep. And even when the Taichou wanted to wake her up arguing that he hadn't seen her in so long and wanted to catch up – About what he needed catch up with her? - both Lisa and his current Fukutaichou – a mini Lisa – hit him for his lack of tact, so Shinji had been the one who received Hiyori's flowers for safe keeping and some time later when she had asked from whom it were, he had faked not knowing.

That, was the good part. The bad one was the racy comment the old Captain had said to him.

"Hiyori-chan looks so grown up and she's become such a beautiful young woman." Kyoraku said looking at her sleeping form as he raised a wiggling eyebrow. Shinji thanked every god he knew that Lisa had hit him first before he had the opportunity to grab his zanpakutou and run it through Kyoraku's alcohol-soaked body. Those words were NOT meant to describe Hiyori, especially not voiced by another man.

The nerve he had to talk about Hiyori in that way in front of him. If any of his fellow Vizards had ever dared to call him a womanizer, they did not have an accurate memory of Kyouraku Shunsui. Red roses for a sick person… how idiotic. For a sick person there were lilies or daisies. Red roses were for lovers, and that Captain Kyoraku wannabe Casanova was not Hiyori's lover. That job was already occupied by Shinji.

"I don't like roses." She muttered after a while, her gaze not directed at him, but actually out the window. That was the worst part of Kyouraku's gift. Yes, roses were for lovers, but they were also Hikifune's favorite flower, and everything that reminded Hiyori of that woman, especially something like a smell, was banned from her life.

"I know." He said simply.

"Whoever sent it obviously doesn't know me at all." She muttered again, her face fixing into an even tighter scowl. She knew those stupid flowers were from him. It was obvious and anyone could see it in his face in the moment he denied knowing who they were from. And besides, who else would send her something like that? The imbecile didn't remember she hated those annoying flowers, but his truthfulness in his voice surprised her.

"I do." He again replied simply. Shinji looked at her and saw that in her current state she would just wind herself up. And too besides, she was going to need some time to un-chisel that scowl that was set like concrete on her face. He decided to leave and give her some time and space.

"Get some sleep." He said and left abruptly, leaving Hiyori with an even deeper scowl as she cursed under her breath at how rude that Baldy Dumbass Idiot really was.

She awoke later to see yellow blurs. When she opened her eyes further, there on the bedside table, facing the bright early sun of the morning coming through her window, were sunflowers. She smirked.

"Dumbass." She muttered as she tried to keep the corners of her mouth from stretching into a smile. "You do know me after all."

"I told ya." He replied and Hiyori jumped having not noticed that he was sitting on the edge of her bed. This time she did not kick him off.

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A/N: Like I told you solid gold and NOT by my doing.

So what does a blonde Vizard give to blonde female Vizard? Sunflowers! (My 2nd favorite flower after daisies.)

Erase and Rewind? Hikifune.

I'm not saying more because I may spoil you some chapters.

This one and chapter 4 are actually made by a combination of bad luck and me being inspired. The power in my house went out, so I ran from the horrible heat to a closer heaven: Starbucks. I stayed there for a couple of hours and puff there was this chapter (the little lines I wrote) and the 4th. Only 13 more to go, so please enjoy and don't forget to review.

Kate