I'M WRITING THIS STRAIGHT AFTER THE FIRST CHAPPY SO YA…

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Hinamori sat up in her hospital bed and scribbled random black and red messes in her paper diary with pens that she found on the doctor's desk. Every time a page ripped, she'd go onto the next one.

'Today's the day Uncle Jushiro's coming to pick me up… he's probably gonna be like the others… probing me with all this crap called 'questions' and calling me 'emo' or 'goth' behind my back…'

The girl sighed in both worry and frustration as she flipped to the next page to make a new mess. Her bags were packed next to her bed with her new clothes in there. She had to buy some new clothes a few days ago as firstly, she'd grown out of them and secondly, they were too colourful to "reflect" upon her emotions and life. She had her hair out and with the long bangs covering her eyes, a black hood jacket, black and white chucks with a black shirt saying, "love can't save you".

'I can't believe that I thought that stupid red shirt saying "Drop knowledge, not bombs" was actually cute!'

"Momo? Is that you?"

Hinamori didn't turn around to face her uncle but threw her diary onto the cold, tile floor.

"Whaddya want?" She turned her head so that she was looking at her uncle now. No big changes. He still had long, flowing white hair that reached his thighs and he was just as pale as the last time she'd seen him. This time, his eyes were filled with pity… for her family, friend and herself.

"I'm meant to pick you up today."

"I KNOW!" Momo slammed her fist down onto the bed railing and slightly winced as pain rang through her fingers. She got out of her bed and pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head. The uncle immediately felt sympathy wash over him.

'She's not herself anymore…'

"Anyway, you ready?" Ukitake asked as he made his way to Momo's bags and lifted them up before walking to the door. The depressed girl just picked up her paper diary and followed him.

AT THE TRAIN STATION…

The frail man and his orphaned niece got out of the taxi with their luggage and made their way to the train station. According to her uncle, Momo was going to move from her home in Ohio to a small town in the country that wasn't even marked on a map. They would take a four hour train ride before taking an hour's drive on a bus.

"Hey Toushiro!" Jyushiro called out before quickly turning to his niece. "Momo, that's Toushiro! I forgot to introduce him to you in the taxi but from now on, you two'll grow up a lot together."

The girl's eyebrow tilted at how wrong that sounded.

"If you know what I mean…"

"Forgot the person who lives next door to your room, huh?" A white-haired boy with deep, turquoise eyes patted the uncle on the back. He was around an inch taller than Hinamori was (I changed this).

The orphan's eyes grew wide. Was he?

FLASHBACK…

"HONEY! THERE'S A BOY ON THE ROAD!" Mrs. Hinamori yelled out as Mr. Hinamori quickly swerved to the right to dodge the child. He looked just about Momo and Kira's age with stunning eyes and white or silverish hair…

END FLASHBACK…

Without a thought, Hinamori's hand acted as if it had a life of its own and slapped the boy across the face.

Her uncle and the boy's eyes grew wide.

"Momo! What do you think you're doing?" Jyushiro scolded the girl but she grabbed the white-haired boy by the shoulders and started shaking him.

"WHY WERE YOU ON THE ROAD THAT NIGHT? WHY DID MY PARENTS HAVE TO DIE WITH MY BEST FRIEND JUST SO THAT YOU COULD LIVE? WHY? Why…" The girl fell to her knees, quivering. This was around the eighth time she'd burst out crying for her loved ones this week.

"What's she talking about, Ukitake?"

Hinamori's eyes widened at the question.

'What am I talking about? He was the one on the road that night! I just know it!'

She quickly got up onto her feet and started to walk towards her train.

"Hurry up or we'll be late." Was the last thing she said that afternoon.

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"Phew! We're finally here! It took bloody long enough…" Toushiro grumbled as he lifted Momo's luggage for her out of the taxi. She still wasn't talking to him yet.

'That whole "one the road" thing… what the heck was that about?...'

The girl stopped at the front gate and studied the place she was meant to call "home". It was a two story house with crème walls and a red tiled roof. Trumpet vines strangled the window shutters and by the looks of the practically never-ending fence that surrounded the property, it had a large backyard. Overall, it looked pretty friendly. A tin shed next to the house caught Momo's eyes. It looked big enough to just fit around five people in there.

'I REALLY hope that's not an outhouse…'

(A/N: An outhouse is a toilet that's set outside that has a hole in the ground instead of a cubicle)

"Hey! Bun-head! Come in or you'll get bitten by the mosquitoes!" Hitsugaya called out from the doorway. Momo trudged up to him and gave him a cold glare before saying the first thing that wasn't related to her parents to him.

"It's not Bun-head. It's Momo Hinamori, dickhead…"

The boy blinked.

'Did she just call me dickhead?...'

Hinamori took a look around her new room. It was large and airy with crème coloured walls and a smooth, timber floor. She opened the window and looked over the vineyards in the distance. The cool, summer night breeze carried the sweet aroma of grapes and filled the girl's nose.

'I might not mind getting used to this… if only mum and dad were here… Kira… I'm so sorry!... I couldn't protect you…'

The teenager sat on her bed and bunched up her fists as tears poured out of her eyes at the memories of her best friend and parents dying at what was meant to be an enjoyable celebration for her and Kira's middle school graduation.

"Momo? Can I talk to you?" Her uncle sat himself on her bed next to her. "I know how hard this is on you. I mean, I felt sad and shocked too. I mean, come on, my brother and his wife died. I was shattered! But you can't stay like this!"

"Yes I can." Hinamori grumbled and folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Well… you can be who you want to be and we'll still love you and care for you, okay? Look, I utterly absolutely no idea of what the commotion at the train station was about with Toushiro but I at least want you to apologise to him, okay?"

"WHAT? (!)"

"I know, apologising isn't easy but he doesn't even know you as a friend yet! He also lives in this house with us so he's part of the family. It's just one word Momo, one word. Or you can extend that one word and open up… it's up to you."

With that, Ukitake left the room.

'Did he memorise all that?...'

Hinamori trudged downstairs to find the white-haired boy walking through the doorway, towel around his neck and beads of sweat dripping off his hair.

She walked up to him so that her eyes could bore into his. It had taken her at least two hours in her room to decide this but her uncle wanted her to do it.

'It's just one word Momo… one word…'

"I-I'm… sorry…" With that, the girl turned around o run upstairs when she felt a warm hand grab her shoulder.

"For what?"

"For slapping you and calling you a… dickhead…"

'What's with this "Toushiro" dude… is he screwin' with me?...'

"Oh THAT! Hmph. It's okay but I forgot it already… it's not like I'm gonna hold a grudge coz of that!"

'Wha?...'

Momo nodded and walked herself upstairs.

'For somewhat reason, I get a feeling that living here's gonna be interesting…'

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Momo woke up to the sound of a rooster crowing its feathered ass off. Or that was what she called it that morning.

'DAMN IT! It's 5am! On a Sunday too!...'

She rolled out of bed and stumbled over to the window before flinging them open and shouting, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! STUPID ROOSTER!"

The rooster kept on crowing. The girl patiently waited for the feathered freak to stop crowing but-

'That is IT!'

Hinamori grabbed one of her chucks and threw them at the damned bird. The shoe hit the bird on the side, shutting it up but fell down and also hit something else. More like someone else.

"Argh! Shit! WTF? Who was that?" A familiar voice yelled. Momo then realised that she was living at her uncle's house from now on. Not home. And DEFINITELY not a hospital. She quickly slammed the window shutters shut and leaned herself against them.

'Shit… Did I hit him in the head?...'

"YOU! All I was doing was milking the one-and-only cow on our farm and you just had to throw your… Converses at me?" A flared-up Hitsugaya stormed into the room with a bruise on the right side of his forehead and threw the chuck at a wall.

"It was an accident! The bloody rooster wouldn't shut up!"

"You didn't have to throw your shoe at me!"

"I said it was an accident!"

"FINE! Geez…"

Toushiro walked out of the room, rubbing his head. Momo could just barely hear him murmuring, "Talk about a slug…" underneath his breath.

"Oh, shut up! Penis breath!"

"What did you just call me?" The farm boy turned around and before they knew it, him and Hinamori were arguing… with A LOT of swearwords…

"Dick-face!"

"Bitch!"

"Dick-less!"

"Ass-hole!"

The two didn't notice that they were at yelling volume until they saw a figure standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

"Ahem!" Ukitake broke up the fight without even having to pull them apart. "How 'bout Toushiro finishes milking the cow and then we apologise to each other about this over breakfast!"

He didn't have to say anything else before the two teenagers went back to what they were doing.