HELLU PEOPLES! XDDDD! SOZ, I KNOW IT'S LITERALLY BEEN AGES SINCE THE LAST TIME I UPDATED! I WAS HIDING FROM SOMEONE! AHAHAHA!!!! BUT… FINALLY! CHAPTER 21!!!!!...

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A smile tore out on Toushiro's delicate face as his slightly stubby hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the window sill. Surely, if his small fingers had gripped harder (if possible, the window sill would give out and break under the pressure. His pink lips pursed, his attention at its highest peak.

Aquamarine eyes widened when the gate to his home creaked open. Grinning from ear to ear, the little child ran out to greet his father.

"Daddy!"

"Toushiro! Hey!"

The white-haired boy ran to his father, who knelt down so he was at the same height with him. His large, warm hands were open and extended out towards him. Toushiro leapt into the waiting arms…

THUD.

Hitsugaya's large eyes widened, not quite registering what had just happened. His father was gone. He was no longer out in the warm garden of their home anymore but lying down on a cold, tile floor. A sharp pain rang out from one side of his head to the other. He gripped his head in vain and screamed, doubling over.

The child looked up and his breath immediately caught in his throat. What was this?

Nothing was in its normal place, nothing was clean. Was this even his home?

The white-haired boy turned his head to the right to see a fallen picture frame. He slowly moved the broken glass around it with the back of his hand before picking it up and studying it. In the picture was a happy family of four, consisting of a father, mother and two beautiful twin boys.

It indeed was his house.

"T... T-Toushiro…"

His heart hammered in his chest as the said boy slowly stood up, frantically scanning the room he was in for the source of the wheezy voice calling out to him. Aquamarine eyes settled on a familiar figure lying face-down behind a kitchen chair.

Toushiro cautiously walked over the broken glass that littered his floor towards the mysterious person and froze. "Dad?..."

He immediately ran towards him, sitting down next to his father. The man barely raised his head, coughing and wheezing in the process. His now, cold, turquoise eyes bore into those of his son's. They burned with hurt, anger, malice and sorrow. His dry, chapped lips opened to draw in another shaky breath.

Toushiro quickly came to his senses again and got up to his feet, hysterically scanning the room for a phone. "Dad! Hang on! I-I-I'm gonna get you help! Okay? What happened to you?!"

The boy then stopped when he felt a hand grab his ankle. He looked down at his father's face, tears of fear and confusion running down his cheeks.

"Run away, Toushiro… it's the only way you'll ever escape… Hide. And never show yourself again…"

Toushiro gaped in horror at his father's face dropping down to the floor again with a dull "thud". His eyes blinked, as his senses quickly registered almost a million things at once.

It was silent. Too silent.

His dad wasn't breathing anymore.

His dad was dead.

He was the only one in the house now.

His dad was lying in a massive pool of blood.

He was standing in a massive pool of blood.

And he was covered in head to toe with it.

Hitsugaya shakily raised his hands to his face, fear completely overtaking him when the crimson blood on his fingertips glistened and grimly dripped in thick, oozing drops. He wanted to throw up.

Instead, his feet took him out the door and into the cold street. He didn't care that his feet were bare and cut up, or that he was wearing clothes that were too tattered to even be called proper clothes anymore.

The freezing wind sliced his skin and burned his eyes.

The young boy ran down the street.

Screaming the entire way.

Hitsugaya Toushiro died that night.

Hinamori's eyes snapped open in the middle of the night. She swore she just heard something creaking downstairs. Maybe it was the floorboards?...

Click.

Or a door.

The brunette nimbly got out of bed, slipping on a cardigan over her night gown. She silently tip-toed over the floorboards of her room and opened her door. Just enough to be able to hear anything that happened downstairs.

Her ears waited to pick up a sound but heard none. Slender eyebrows creased in confusion.

Maybe she was just hearing things? She was awful sleepy after all…

Momo turned around to go back to sleep but stopped. Breathing. No, scratch that, panting. Coming down from downstairs.

She slowly opened her door, and stepped out into the hallway on her toes so that she would not creak the timber floorboards. Her willowy fingers quickly found a broom leaning against a wall and tightly wrapped their fingers around it.

The brown-eyed girl carefully crept down the stairs, alert for anything that could go wrong. She stopped when she saw a tuft of white hair in the darkness. Her eyes squinted in the shadows, just to make sure.

"Toushiro?..."

A gasp resounded through the room.

Hinamori stretched her arm out, searching for the light switch before flicking it on. Her eyes quickly closed as the bright light filled the room in an instant, before slowly opening. They widened at the sight that was before her.

Even though the brunette had lived with this boy for well around a year now, never had she seen those aquamarine eyes cry tears. Or the boy's muscular body slouch over in melancholy as he tried to catch his breath on his hands and knees.

"Toushiro?... Oh my god… you okay?! What happened?!" Momo quickly ran towards her housemate and reached out to touch his shoulder. However, her hand quickly retracted as quickly as it had come forward when Hitsugaya visibly flinched at the contact. He stumbled onto his backside, his beautiful eyes large and filled with fear as he looked up at brown ones filled with confusion.

"Toushiro…" The brunette knelt down to meet his height. She gently gripped his shoulder. "Why are you so upset?..."

The white-haired teenager quickly scrambled to his feet, staggering back a few steps due to lack of balance. His hands swiped out to grab at anything for balance, instead, knocking a glass vase off the dinner table. A loud smash resounded through the house as the fragments of glass flew off into their own directions across the floor.

Hitsugaya's breaths came out in ragged gasps, his feet being pierced on the pieces of glass. He looked down, his eyes widening at the sight of blood on his feet.

Momo could only stare in concern and fear at the boy's bizarre and disturbed behaviour. "Toushiro… I'm gonna call uncle, 'kay?... Stay right there…"

The moment the petite girl started to rise to her feet, a scream tore from Toushiro's mouth, making her fall back to the floor again in surprise. She watched with wide eyes as her housemate ran around the house as though he were on fire. She watched as he literally reached for every fragile object he could get his hands on and threw it onto the ground. Splinters of glass flew in every direction as she raised her arms to her face to protect herself.

"Toushiro! Stop it!" He wouldn't listen to her.

No, he couldn't hear her at all.

Hinamori barely heard her uncle's voice through the madness. "Toushiro!"

"SHIRO-CHAN!"

The smashing halted. Everything was silent, the only sounds in the room being Ukitake and the brunette trying to catch their breath.

Hitsugaya dropped the china plate that was in his hand and fell to his knees. The brown-eyed teen quickly got up from her spot and scrambled over to her housemate. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

"Toushiro…"

"M… Momo… you're bleeding."

The white-haired male shakily reached for the brunette's hand and raised it to his face. As he feared, the smooth skin was now covered with tiny cuts. A tear rolled down his cheek, he quickly wiped it away. He raised his head to face Momo, sorrow and confusion filling him upon doing so.

"Momo, I…"

She raised a finger to his lips and pulled him in for another hug.

"Sh… it's okay…"

Yes, this one was out to shock you all! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! The story should really be rolling now and questions will be answered! I apologise for the short chapter! : DDDD!!!!...

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