Would You Love me If You Knew What I Was?

Chapter twenty-seven: Fear and Lies

Disclaimer: I don't own bleach nor do I claim to. It pretty much sovereigns over meh, but I call dibs on Yumi, Archer, and my other OC's! So, ha!

Listening to: Kanashimi no Mukou e (Itou Kanako) Haunting melody from School Days...It's been in my head ever since I read The Philosophers Stone by Jibun no Omoi again.

Warning: This chapter is very bloody and slightly horror oriented…but more for blood. :3 And also excuse the slightly overdescribed parts. I just wanted another chapter out really... and then it turned out to be 2800+ words. -sweat-

Reviewer:

Traitor-Hero: I'm impressed by the way you deduced the questions so well! :3 Oh, and I like your Live For Me fanfic a lot!

Quotes of the chapter:

Fear: To feel a painful apprehension of; to be afraid of; to consider or expect with emotionofalarmorsolicitude.

Lies: Something intended or serving to convey a false impression; imposture

Mana: By the way… I think we've forgotten about a pretty important character here, ne?

Yumi: What? Who?

Mana: Ends with an 'I'

Yumi: …-le gasp-

Mana: -Grin-

Yumi: RENJI!

Mana: -deadpan- No…that's not right…

Yumi: Ichigo?

Mana: That starts with an 'I'

Yumi: Erm… oh! Yoruichi-san!

Mana: -slaps forehead- Just…go to sleep Yumi…


Mere moments after Hinamori, Yumi managed to stumble upon the macabre scene of the office of forty-six. The smell of rust and rotting flesh caused her eyes to dilate but left the irises small. She only managed to place a hand over her mouth to keep herself from vomiting from the sudden traumatizing find.

"What's going on…?" she asked herself. Her body began to shake and she began hugging herself to try to stop. Tears began to form from horrible memories that surfaced and she tried shutting them out with fruitless vigor.

A hand suddenly grasped hold of her shoulder and she turned around in surprise, fear clearly evident in her violet orbs. Drops of stray tears almost seemed to be suspended in midair when she saw who it was. Yumi was met with shocked emerald eyes that made her heart beat harder against her chest.

"Miyamoto?" the intruder questioned as he sent her a look that was border lining skepticism and relief. Taking a calming breath, he continued, "I thought I told you to go! You're not supposed to be here."

She stumbled back a little, obviously not used to the banters they once used to share in the past. "I-I couldn't help it!" Hitsugaya raised a brow as a sign for her to continue. A tint of pink hit her cheeks when she saw the way he looked at her and looked down. "I was…worried."

He looked like he was about to say something but turned to a direction and signaled for silence. Both heard a sound nearby—like a girl crying. It echoed through the empty halls and both went towards it. Both of them found themselves in the forbidden area to all Shinigami: The Purewood Towers.

"This is…" murmured Yumi as she looked around for the source of the suspicious sound. It came from inside the closest tower in front of them. She went on ahead of her captain inside despite knowing that it could mean a death warrant on her head.

Inside was everything she wasn't expecting…


Reisha tensed up all of a sudden and looked towards the direction Yumi went in. Archer noticed the motion and raised a brow.

"What? You got nervous of leaving her alone for ten minutes?"

"Shh," she said in a low voice and closed her eyes. Her ears began to twitch and she furrowed her brows in concentration. After about four seconds, she reopened her violet eyes in shock and sprang up from her sitting position in wait for the missing party member. "Oi. How long has it been…since she recalled anything from back then?"

A serious look came on to him as he gave it some thought. "I don't know. If anything, maybe a month or so ago."

At this, she cursed to herself and started to pace around like a caged tiger. "Damn it… Then this is going to be worse than I thought."

"Why?"

"Just now, I felt it." Reisha answered and Archer's gold eyes widened, "She's coming back. But if it happens too soon, her soul won't be able to take it."

Archer stood up alongside her and prepared to find Yumi before a spiritual pressure stopped both of them. Their breaths became short and they struggled to find the source of it all until they heard the voice of the owner.

"My, my, my…If it isn't the traitors. I didn't think I'd see you here." Both of them looked up to see a person just above the rooftops. His hair was a midnight blue and his eyes matched the steel of his blade. Despite his easy going talk, there was an air of seriousness in his eyes.

"Daichi," Reisha spoke only one word and readied her sword into attack position in front of her.

He grinned and waved his hand, "Oh no, I'm not here to fight you. I'm just here to give you this." From his hand, he tossed Archer a dark sphere that had a dim light swirling inside of it.

"What is this?"

Reisha knew what it was though and her mouth gaped open slightly. "Daichi, how did you get this!?"

"Just a little something I picked up by snooping around. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some jobs to do here. And by the way…you better hurry up or else you'll end up losing her forever." Before Archer could protest, he disappeared into a dark portal. Angry, he started to ball his fists tightly but Reisha quickly grabbed the orb from his hand before he could break it and seemed to cradle it like a priceless gem.

"Reisha, what is that? And gods above you better tell me." he asked, hoping to get some answers from at least someone today. A sincere frown creased her face and she closed her amethyst eyes.

"They're memories."


There was no one in there.

No girl

No teardrops

Not a sound

All of a sudden the door slid shut, trapping the two Shinigami inside.

"What's going on here?" Hitsugaya said to himself. It was dark. Very dark. There was only a sliver of light coming from the opening of the door and Yumi began to shiver. Hitsugaya who noticed went closer to her and spoke in a surprisingly soft voice. "Miyamoto, are you alright?"

Before she could stop herself, she flung her arms around him and buried her head in his chest. Hitsugaya's arms slowly snaked around her and he felt how she trembled within his grasp.

Wet drops soaked through his Haori but he didn't care at the moment. "Come on. Let's find a way out of here."

Slowly she shook her head against his chest and clung to him further. He managed to hear her mumble against the fabric, "…'scared."

Hitsugaya sighed and pulled away, still keeping holding her in a weak hold. "I… There's something I need to tell you." A confused expression mixed in with the original fear in her face. Yumi looked into his emerald eyes and saw him seem to struggle with something. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

His hand went to her cheek and wiped away stray tears from her face. "For not being able to protect you before, even though—"

"It doesn't matter." She finished for him and sent him a small reassuring smile, even though it felt forced to her. "You looked for me when I was gone, didn't you? So, that's enough…for me." Yumi closed her eyes and leaned in against him, this time in exhaustion rather than her initial reason. For some strange reason, she felt drained every since she stepped inside these halls. But if he was there, then there was nothing for her to worry about.

Behind Hitsugaya, the door began to open and both of them turned their heads to see what was going on.

"It opened," she raised a brow and tried pulling out of her captain's hold. When he didn't let go, she furrowed her brows and took a breath to say something when she saw something near the entrance of the tower they were in.

First, there was a young girl, probably a little older than she was. Her brown eyes looked exhausted and a pained look was on her face. Her dark hair was held by a while bun and a zanpakto was at her hip.

Beside her was a tall figure wearing a white Haori. Messy brown hair framed his face and black rimmed glasses rested over his eyes. A gentle smile finished it off and Yumi's eyes widened.

"Ai—"the moment she parted her lips, a searing pain shot through her abdomen. Shakily, she looked down and saw the familiar four-pointed star and blue ito of a zanpakto.

Tanned hands were bloodied and she reached out to touch the blade, not comprehending what was going on. Was that…her blood? Yumi's gaze looked up and all she saw were cold heartless pools of ice.

"Hitsugaya…kun…?" she asked in a frail voice, trembling in a mix of emotions. This had to be a dream. There was no way he would actually do that. There was no way that Hitsugaya could…

But this pain blooming through her was real enough, as well as the blood that dripped down to the hardwood floor.

Something like a smirk touched his lips and he leaned in, whispering words delicately in her ears. And yet those words would continue to haunt her forever as well as that smile on his face.

She didn't even feel his blade pull out before falling into her own pool of blood beneath her.


Aizen smiled as he heard the melodic sound of blood splattering against wood to his ears. His eyes closed momentarily and took in the moment. Beside him, Hinamori stood, shocked and unable to move.

"Nani…kore?" she whispered in horror and watched the body fall to the ground, making a splashing sound into the puddle of crimson liquid. "Aizen-Taicho, what did you do…?"

"I only did what was best, Hinamori-kun." He said softly and raised a hand to run his hand though her hair, thus letting the bun loose as well as the cloth holding it. Her dark hair fell to her shoulders as she continued looking up to meet the gaze of her captain. "Don't you think so?"

The smile that he sent her washed away all doubt she had and gave her a fleeting moment of relief. Her mind was muddled and all that mattered was the warmth and comfort of her Taicho.

"Hinamori-kun?"

"Yes?"

"There's one more thing I need you to do for me. After all, there's still the fact that one more person is coming here."

Her head tilted in a worried fashion as he smiled reassuringly. "It's alright. The thing you need to do should be easy for you. Kanako-chan?" Aizen called out a name softly as Hinamori turned around. No one was there and she started to grab the hilt of her sword, Tobiume.

There was a sudden 'thump' to the left and she turned again in a haste. A rolling sound followed and Hinamori looked down to see the head of a small puppet roll out from the shadows. Following behind that, there was an echo of footsteps coming closer. From the shadows, a young girl stepped out.

Her dirty blonde hair was long, going down to the middle of her back. The girl's clothes added to her childish appearance due to a pure white dress and light blue sandals. Cradled in her small arms was a limp puppet, dressed almost opposite of her by wearing a gothic Lolita outfit. Like a lost child, she looked up to Hinamori with a curious expression.

However, her dark wine colored eyes belied everything else because they were blank, emotionless.

"Do take good care of my Fukutaicho, ne?" Aizen smiled again but Hinamori couldn't suppress a shiver going down her spine this time. Something with his voice wasn't right but those bottomless eyes of that child drew her in, froze her in place. She was sure that she wasn't breathing either, because at the moment she felt her lungs were going to explode. Just by this girl standing, looking up at her with a tilted head and unwavering gaze.

The little girl then put a finger to her lips and walked past Hinamori and lightly tugged on Aizen's haori.

"Done." Was all she said impassively and Hinamori managed to slowly turn her head when she saw wakizashi [1] in the girl's hands, freshly soaked in blood.

Before Hinamori could even question what just happened, she felt something warm and wet soak through her garbs and shakily brought her hand up to see. Slowly, long lines of blood began to well up in multiple areas as she began to feel dizzy and numb. The cuts weren't life-threatening by themselves but all in one instant, she felt something shredding into her at once and let her eyes roll back. Her body lay crumpled on the floor.

Meanwhile, the little girl simply watched with almost a dazed expression. The wakizashi she held still had droplets of blood fall to the wooden floor.

Plip.

Plip..

Plip…

And the small puppet doll she held let a small crimson tear flow down the side of its face.


[1] A wakizashi is like a Japanese short sword. It's very similar to Gin's blade, Shinsou. It's short and most samurai wear two blades, a katana and a wakizashi

Omake Theatre

Mana: Oh my! What a plot twist!

Hitsu: …Mana…

Mana: …Yes…?

Hitsu: What is the meaning of this?

Mana: Eh he… erm…

Hitsu: You have five seconds

Mana: Well, you see—

Hitsu: Four

Mana: There had to be a fall guy and

Hitsu: Two…

Mana: HEY! You skipped a number genius!

Hitsu: Bankai… Daiguren Hyourinmaru!!!

Mana: CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

By the way…just what color is Hinamori's hair!? Is it brown or black? O-o. And yes, I'm sorry for making it so weird at the end with Toshiro. Gomen!

Q&A

1. How did you like this chapter? Were there any parts you liked/disliked? Flame me if you must

2. Daichi hands over a very valuable object with no fight at all. Is this a good thing or a bad omen for what's to come?

3. I am so getting flamed for this… Hinamori is backstabbed by Aizen. What the heck happened to her and what will Hitsugaya say about this?

4. There's a new character in view here and already has made an impression. What's her connection with Aizen?