WHOOOO!!! I can update today!! So my twin always only reads the author's note's and not the actual story, but then she actually read the last chapter.... she came to school the next day and yelled to everyone that I was an evil, masochistic, demented writer. I was quite proud of myself.
She doesn't understand how much fun it is to torture your favorite character!!!!!
Tick tick tick... I've got a music project to do, so I've gotta hurry up and write this... hopefully it will still be good, even if I am rushing lol
Toshiro couldn't breathe. Pain and horror spun through him so harshly, the only thing he could think of was how he could still be alive. How could he feel like this and still be alive? Or was he dead and in hell?
Then the pain ceased momentarily, and, as he opened his eyes slowly, he felt himself, heavily breathing, somehow still living. He wanted to breakdown, to give in to everything, but, that would include giving in to Aizen. That was something he'd never accept.
It had been the longest two hours of his life.
Grimmjow stood above the boy, the device in his hand, staring angrily at him. He did not touch the boy lightly with the weapon. No, he dug it into his skin, deeper and deeper to ensure the highest level of torture. While Grimmjow was happy enough to have the satisfaction of hearing the shinigami's screams, somehow, emotion still glistened in the boy's eyes, and, no matter how hard he dug the sinister weapon into the boy's soul, as weak and abused as it was, that light never left him.
Frustrated, the Espada struck him again, again, and again. Each agonized scream were welcome to Grimmjow's ears, and he had relished in the sensation.
"That's quite enough, Grimmjow." The slithering voice of Gin Ichimaru came from the doorway. He stepped forward and took the device from Grimmjow's hands, sliding it into his own pocket. The disgruntled high-ranking Espada was too pissed to say anything to the leader without taking it too far. He exited the room, furious, casting one last filthy look at the subconscious shinigami.
Gin slashed the wires that cut into Toshiro's wrists, catching the boy as he fell forward. Silent, his smile gone, Gin leaned Toshiro against his chest and picked him up, carrying him out of the room.
The halls were empty as Gin strode through them, holding the shinigami in his arms. The boy seemed to be unconscious to Gin, but that changed when he whispered quietly.
"I suppose I should thank you."
Gin looked down, still walking onward.
"If you hadn't stepped in back there," He continued, his voice quiet, emotionless though in pain, "he would've killed Momo."
Gin didn't answer. There was no point, as the tiny boy had given up his consciousness, unknowingly falling deep into Ichimaru's shoulder.
Momo's eyes widened as she awoke with a start. She gazed at the white ceiling for a few seconds, not wanting to rise. Slowly, her body sore, she sat up, taking a look around the room.
She caught her breath when she saw the bloody mess where her friend lay. Instead of being thrown on the floor by the door as he usual was, somebody had set him comfortably on the couch. Blood stained everything, and his shirt was still torn and useless.
Shaking, Momo scrambled to him, placing her hand on his chest. She relaxed a bit when she felt it rising and falling steadily. To her relief, somebody had healed his wounds. Forcing herself to stay calm, she wrapped her arms around him, doing her best to carry him into the other room.
As she set her friend on the cold tile in the shower, she held back the tears that threatened her. Shreds of cloth fell to the floor when Momo gently took the remnants of Toshiro's shirt off of him, though leaving the rest.
Crimson blood mixed into water as the plumbing hummed. Her eyes hidden behind her bangs, Momo slowly washed him until she couldn't find any more blood to dispel.
Some time later, she set him down on the couch again. As long as she had held them back, the sobs refused to surrender. Looking at Toshiro, she felt a single tremble course through her before she gave in. She collapsed on the sofa next to him, pulling her arms around his shoulders. The pain she had been through was too much, she couldn't stand seeing her friend as he was. Holding him, the sobs almost prevented her from hearing when Toshiro whispered her name.
He repeated it. And Momo's sobs fell harder.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry..."
No response came, but Toshiro steadily raised his head, looking her in the eyes. His hand came up, and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"I only want you to stop crying."
I bet you hitsuhina fans LOVED this chapter. I'm sorry it's so short... but next chapter (i'm planning, no garuntee) should be satisfyingly long.
I'm in a bit of a rush.. so not much author's note, and especially no note for my TWIN
will... will... you... please.... oh please.... please.... re.... rev...revi...revie...REVIEW?
