Okay so before you wonderful people read the next chapter, I have a few things to say about the whole hitsuhina thing.
A lot of you are complaining about it, and I find that really funny. The reason I put in the summary that it wus hitsuhina wus because, well, I didn't want to write it without saying hitsuhina and then have people say "Oh, that's totally hitsuhina, come on!"
Well, this story's hitsuhina is really not very romantic. If you look at it the way I do, it's not at all. Their relationship is as siblings, but in here, they're both very concerned for each other and are very close most of the time (NOTE the most of the time... bwahaahahaha foreshadowing foreshadowing.... lol) so you can look at it from a hitsuhina perspective.
In short, if you are a hitsuhina fan, you can read the story and think of it as hitsuhina. But if you are like me and are not a hitsuhina fan, you can see them as just being close siblings. Of course, because of this, there will be no kissing or ........ otherwise romantic interaction lol.
Okay so I'm gonna stop now, so you ppl can enjoy the chapter.
... Oh and I'm taking Hitsuhina out of the summary, it's just confusing too many ppl, even me.
The chambers that imprisoned Toshiro and Momo were fairly nice, considering their position. It had two rooms. One, a small bathroom. The other was a two part room, separated by a small half-wall. The part in the corner by the door was a kitchen, if you can even call it that. All it was was a heater type thing and a counter, plus another sink and some towels. The rest of the room held merely two medium sized couches and a low table in between them. A high barred window illuminated the place from high up on the wall.
Toshiro was resting on the couch, his eyes closed and leaning into the soft cushion as much as possible. He was trying to think clearly, and hopefully block out the fear gathering in his chest. The fear of what Aizen would have him do, fear of the endless possibilities. His entire life, Toshiro had always hated not knowing. When he didn't know why people shunned him, or when he didn't know why Momo didn't. That's still something that he didn't understand. Why did she, the sweet little girl loved by everybody, ever come into liking him, the strange one, ignored and feared by the outside world?
Toshiro turned his head and looked at his friend's small face. It had been three days since his vow to Aizen, and they had barely said a word to each other. Food had been delivered to them, and silence was the only presence available. Toshiro sighed inwardly and thought to himself, At least I'm not confused about why I agreed to Aizen. His expression softened as Momo's sleeping eyes twitched a little. I know who I have to protect, and I'll go through anything to do that. His determination to not protect her rose Toshiro's own hopes. If I can just protect her long enough, maybe I can find a way out of here...
Mentally kicking himself for his stupidity, Toshiro shook his head and snapped out of his daydreaming. Stop it, now that's just pathetic. This is Aizen I'm dealing with, escaping or staying out of trouble is absolutely out of the question. Impossible.
Toshiro turned his head in surprise when he heard a rap on the door. It slowly slid open and one of the Espada unfamiliar to Toshiro stood there.
"It's time. Aizen would like to speak with you."
Joushirou Ukitake sighed in frustration as he returned his brush pen to the paperwork in front of him. At the moment, any form of inactive work was just so unbearable. Just a week ago, it had seemed like the Seireitei's level of boringness and peaked to its greatest.
Now, everything was different. Everyone was fidgety, and worried glances was almost the only response to a hearty hello in the morning. Ever since three of the high ranking officials disappeared, nobody has felt secure. Captain Hitsugaya, lieutenant Hinamori, and lieutenant Matsumoto all vanished four days ago, leaving not a single trace.
Finally, Ukitake could stand the stuffy barracks no longer. He rose to his feet and strode out of the room. When he had closed the sliding door behind him, he found himself face to face with his two most loyal squad members.
"Are you going somewhere captain? Are you sure you're feeling well enough? Would you like me to-" The perky voice of the female was interrupted by the male.
"What do you think you are doing, Kyone? I care about his well being more then you!" Sentarou turned to his white haired leader. "Captain, where ever you wish to go, would you like me to carry you? That way we wouldn't have to worry about you exhausting yourself and-"
"Sentarou! You stupid thug! You couldn't carry the Captain! You would just drop him and make him worse! Captain, you should let me-"
"Is that so, Kyone?! You think I would drop the Captain?! Who do you think I-"
"Really, you two, I just need to go check in on a few things." Ukitake said quietly. "Please try to calm down." His eyes cast downward, unhumored by their antics that usually bring him to laughter. He walked away slowly, in the direction of the quad ten barracks.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Kyone perked up again to her companion. "You see what did, Sentarou?! Now he's all sentimental!"
Sentarou faced her once more, raging. "What did you say?! This isn't my fault! He's been like that ever since Captain Hitsugaya vanished! Stop laying it all on me."
At word of the lost captain, silence fell between them again.
"Captain Hitsugaya..." Kyone whispered. "... they still haven't found any evidence yet, have they..."
Ukitake ran his hands across the surface of all the lined up books upon squad ten's office's shelves. Each was layered with a heavy pile of dust, and none comforted Ukitake at all.
"Captain Hitsugaya...
....Toshiro...
...Where are you...?"
Toshiro stood by the edge of a thick forest, still trying to absorb what had just happened. Hyourinmaru had been returned to his shoulder, and, after he had received directions from "Aizen-sama", Toshiro had been thrust into a garganta, followed by the Espada who did so. The next thing Toshiro knew, he was standing on the outskirts of a small Rukon village, the Arrancar by his side.
"You have an hour. You know what Aizen-sama's orders are. I will be waiting here."
Toshiro took a good look at the one supervising him. Aizen had addressed him as Ulquiorra, and his skin was perfectly white with green lines below his eyes.
"An hour? To do that?"
"One family. That's all. The first one you come upon. Really, an hour is much, much more than you will need."
Toshiro felt himself tremble in anger, but shunpoed away as ordered. Once he had felt that he made decent distance between himself and the enemy, Toshiro stared down at his feet in rage.
He had no idea how long he stood there. It could've been all eternity, but every time he tried to tell himself to move, he came up with an excuse to delay some more. All Toshiro did was stand by the opposite edge of the village, frustration, anger, and hopelessness chorused through him, boiling away any complete thoughts from forming in his head.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Toshiro shot his head up to see two green eyes glaring at him. "Have you really been standing here doing nothing?"
Without uttering a word, Toshiro returned the glare with just as much coldness.
Ulquiorra was the patient type. He could stand and wait for quite a while without getting worked up. However, Aizen had given him specific instructions, and he had no intentions of betraying his master.
"You were given orders." Ulquiorra said, grabbing Toshiro by the neck. "You are not to disobey them, unless you are willing to face the consequences."
Barely breathing, Toshiro struggled against Ulquiorra's strong grip. His jaw clenched and his eyes tightened as he tried to pull the cold hands away from him. After getting his message across, Ulquiorra released the gasping shinigami.
Toshiro landed roughly on his feet, but his legs wavered and gave out on him. Collapsed on the muddy ground, Toshiro glared at the Espada. He got to his feet, and turned to face the village.
"Go now, or do you wish to disregard you're end of the vow to Aizen-sama?"
The only sign of Toshiro unbearable rage was his fist, clenched into a ball of fury.
Ulquiorra watched the back of the small shinigami captive, as they entered the village. They walked down the many roads until Toshiro could stall no longer.
"Wha...Who are you?!" A woman quivered in the corner of the small house, holding her young child close to her breast. A muscular man stood protectively in front of her, standing up to the strange enemy.
The one of whom they were terrorized by seemed to be no older than thirteen, however, he had wild, spiked silver hair and icy teal eyes. A long katana was held at his side, marking him as being a soul reaper.
"What are you doing?! Get out of here!"
The boy's face was completely expressionless, but they were certain he was there for a bloody purpose. The man growled and lunged forward, prepared to protect those he held dear.
Toshiro watched as the male came at him. "Do it." Came Ulquiorra's voice from behind him.
The floor shook as Toshiro instinctively returned the attack and sent the man into the wall, unconscious. Turning his icy eyes to the others, he prepared himself to attack once more.
The young child say the boy approaching and felt his big eyes grow wider and wider. He gasped as his mother held him tighter to her.
"No! Please! Take whatever you want! Please don't hurt us!" The mother begged, tears rolling from her eyes and blurring her vision. But the little boy saw everything. The soul reaper didn't raise his katana. His teal eyes suddenly brimmed with emotion and he backed away.
"No.. no.. I don't want to..."
"You have no choice." Was the voice of the one behind him.
Toshiro felt himself move forward and shakily raised his zanpaktou. "Momo..."
The young child saw the zanpaktou falling, and heard his mother scream, but the last thing he saw wasn't his own blood. Before his life was taken from him, he could've sworn he saw a tiny tear fall from the corner of the soul reaper's eye.
... that ending was sad... I have nothing to say about it... (sob sob)
I'm going to try to update every monday and every thursday, but this thursday is thanksgiving, so the update will either be wednesday, very early thursday, or friday.
My sister happens to be a fanfiction writer, and nobody takes it upon themselves to review her and she's a MUCH better writer than I am, so I think I'm kind of obligated as her dear sister to suggest it to you people. It's a naruto/bleach crossover called Hiate'ate. WARNING there is no Toshiro for the first couple chapters... I'm sorry, she's not Hitsugaya freak like me... He doesn't have a lead role... BUT STILL READ THAT STORY!!! Please! I don't like having a depressed sister!!
