Okay, well, I'm going to be perfectly honest, which is often very rude, but U PPL WERE NO HELP AT ALL lol I see nobody likes to make any decisions for anyone else when it comes to story ideas. Sigggghhhhh well I decided ON MY OWN (emphasis on the aloneness) to continue this story and save the other for later. But really, u guys r frustrating. Sheesh, I'll stop complaining now I guess. Enjoy this chapter, I hope u will. (U see now I'm talking like yoda… wait a second, since when do I make references to star wars? Wtf? Wuts wrong with me today? Hmm I haven't watched star wars in a REALLY long time… maybe I should watch some… hmmm.,…) ACK I'm rambling again. Listen, I'm not a total geek who like star wars! Actually I don't like it very much! Ahem…! Ah wutever just read the chapter already and stop paying attention to me…
Ah! My Goddess has really good music….
Toshiro remained on his knees even after Aizen left the room, his body trembling in rage and confusion. Leaning forward and placing his head in his hands, he shook and whispered to himself, "What did I just do…? How could I…?" He stopped when he heard a whimper from not far away.
"Sh-Shiro??"
Toshiro looked up and stared at his friend's small form, also shivering from the shock. He blinked a couple times and slowly got to his feet. When he came to her side, he gently pulled her arm over his shoulder and carried her to the couch in the center of the room.
As he set her on the soft surface, she groaned softly and clutched her stomach. Toshiro didn't look at her at all; he got up and walked out of the room, leaving her on the couch.
Closing the door behind him, Toshiro leaned against the cool wall of the chamber's bathroom. A small sink, a toilet, and a shower were the only things occupying the room, but Toshiro had to think. After rinsing a washcloth under cold water, rest his back on the wall once more, only to slid down and sit on the floor.
He covered his face with the wet cloth and sat there, lost in thought.
How could I be so easily defeated? He wondered, Aizen took me by surprise back there, but still… I should've… been able to…
His mind swarmed with questions answered. How could he really be that weak? He had worked and trained so hard to be able to protect Momo, so was he overpowered so easily?
Toshiro grunted with frustration. Half of him was in complete turmoil and panicking because of what he did, but the more sensible half only told him to stay calm, and take the situation on carefully. This was common with him, but he always listened to the more reasonable part.
Breathing deeply, Toshiro focused on how he had gotten to his position. But that didn't help. It was so simple. He, Momo, and Rangiku had been out on a small, unimportant mission for the Soul Society when, out of nowhere, the next thing he knew, he was fighting Aizen. There was nothing to it. They had been beaten down and taken by Aizen with so little effort. Now Toshiro and Momo were together in these chambers, and Rangiku was nowhere to be seen.
That was another thing Toshiro worried about. Rangiku was not put with them, so he had no idea if she is okay, or if she is even alive.
He sighed. This was getting him nowhere. He angrily took the cloth off of his face and threw in the sink. Stepping out of the room, he returned to the main room and looked over at the couch. Momo was still lying there, her eyes closed, maybe asleep.
Toshiro walked over to her, unwilling to reveal any emotion. He simply sat down next to her, frustration boiling inside of him, but covered by an impassive face.
"Shiro-chan?" Momo whispered gently.
Turning his head to look at her, he replied coldly, "What is it?"
Her brown eyes bore into his teal ones as she sat up and asked him, "Why?! Why would you agree to that?! You should've let him kill me! Why didn't you… you…. After the things I've done to you…." Toshiro could tell by her expression that she was very nearly crying.
He turned the other way and looked aimlessly at the wall. "He wouldn't have killed you."
"Wha?" She squeaked, tears brimming her eyes.
"Think about it Momo." Toshiro clenched his hand in anger, "That bastard isn't happy until he gets what he wants. If I hadn't given in like that, he would've just kept on hurting you, more and more until I gave in. Do you really think I would be able to sit there and watch, doing nothing about it?"
Momo breathed unevenly and gazed wide eyed at her closest friend. "How… how can you say that..? After everything I've done to you…. I attacked you, betrayed you, doubted you… so then, how..?"
Toshiro remained silent and didn't turn at all to face her. "Because I care about you." He whispered after a while, unwillingly letting some emotion slip through and into his voice.
I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I will tell you why. IT WAS TORTURE TO WRITE THIS!!! Ugh I hate this chapter, it is so very boring… really, really I hate it. (Steam blows out of ears)
Anyway, I hoping to be able to make all my other chapters longer, but we'll see. I am very sorry about this chapter, but it took sooo much willpower to get up and write it.
Well then, I like bananas, and plz review me!! I notice how pretty much everybody told me to just update whichever story I want to, but, gee, ever guess that maybe I asked that question because I couldn't decide? I'm sorry, People have always been telling me to make decisions for myself, and usually I do, but really, there are some things, that I just can't…
Well, I'm rambling again, so plz just review me!!
