Gomenasai!! My updating stinks! But I am getting there, only 20 more chapters! Its not a good as 19 but its better than 21! XP This chapter is for Fourpeg, just cause she's so awsome!
Diclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Songfic song by Evanescence.
Chapter 15. Taking Over Me
Hitsugaya sighed as he wearily made his way back to the 10th division's building.
He had been forced to work ridiculously late that night to help out with the murder investigation. They had found nothing worthy of being called evidence, except for what he had found.
He had been in Aizen's quarters after he had ordered Hinamori and Kira's arrest. He had wanted to visit the 5th division's prison hold, but he was the one who said he was going to inform Yamamoto of the incident. So after he had given his report, he was sent to do some examinations to see if he could find any evidence of how Aizen had been killed. Matsumoto had been with him when he spied the letter in the former captains quarters.
He almost turned it in, but once he noticed that it was made out to Hinamori, he could not just give it to someone who would examine it and never give it to it's rightful owner. And so he had wanted to go and deliver it to her himself, but he was under strict orders to stay at his post. Besides, now that he thought about it, maybe it was better for both of them to not see each other at the moment. So he sent Matsumoto, and that was that.
Now, he was passing near the 5th division's building, and although he did not have to and did not intend to, he kept going instead of taking a faster route back to his building. He was about to knock and enter the other building when he hesitated, still thinking that he should not be seeing her again so soon.
So he stopped, turned and left, with an ache in his chest.
Dusky moonlight filtered through a single window in the prison cell, and it had been the only light that the girl could read the letter by.
Although she had fallen asleep, the haunting events of the past few days had reawakened her only about a half an hour after she had found sleep. She slowly opened her dreary, chestnut eyes and as she shifted against the cold wall to lean against, her hand crumpled the precious piece of paper.
She suddenly remembered everything that had happened, straightened the letter out and reread it again and again. She wanted to make sure that she was not dreaming, although she had proved to herself many times that night that she was not.
She just could not bring herself to believe one single word of it all.
As she slumped back against the wall, she tried to seek sleep again; she thought that nighttime was the only time where she would not be reminded of everything that had happened, but she was wrong, so terribly wrong.
The only thing Hinamori found when she closed her eyes was a blood-covered boy and the body of a man. As Hinamori stood there and watched the scene, the boy raised his head and aqua eyes flared the emotions of hatred, ruthlessness, and a love for killing. For one, horrifying moment, the two friends locked gazes, and Hinamori was frozen. And as the murderer of her beloved captain came closer to her, she could only scream a silent scream that no one heard.
But just as she thought she was about to be killed, she did not wake up. Instead of feeling death through her dreams, she felt a soft, gentle hand touch her face and reopened her eyes to see her one and only childhood friend, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
"Hinamori." His voice was just as it always was when he spoke to her, caring and protective. She knew that she was still dreaming, but for once that night, this was a dream that she did not want to wake up from.
So she thought.
As Hitsugaya curled a loose strand of hair from her face, his fingers slowly made their way to her face. Then, they slid slowly over her cheeks and stopped when they had reached her neck. Here, they danced over her smooth skin and a sense of awkwardness overcame her.
She swallowed hard, and when he seemed to notice the fact that she was afraid, the caring in his eyes morphed to viciousness. Without warning, he threw both hands around her throat and thrust her against a dark wall. Hinamori could only feebly call out his name as he crushed the breath from her body.
Sounds of hard breathing filled her cell the second Hinamori awoke. She was covered in a cold sweat, and she was panting as if she had been asleep underwater. Her heart pounded wildly against he ribs as the traces of the nightmare began to fade away. Then, she pulled her knees close to her chest and held her hand to her aching head.
Aizen taichou…Hitsugaya-kun…help me…someone…anyone…save me…
And little did she know that as she sat there that night, crying herself to sleep, a boy had woken up from a nightmare as well.
He dreamt that he had killed his friend.
You don't remember me but I remember you,
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you,
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do,
It was the next day, when the morning light was just beginning to come through the caged window, that Hinamori decided that sitting there and reminiscing was not going to do anything.
Obviously, since there had still been no news at all on her captain's killer, the other Shinigami were having no luck.
They clearly have too many other, more important things to do than find a murderer.
She told herself that she was going to escape this prison and help deliver righteousness to the world where there was supposed to be no injustice. And somehow, if there was any way possible, she wanted to apologize to her friends. I want to tell Rangiku-san that I'm sorry. I got her involved and made her upset. I also want to apologize to Izuru, for fighting him and…falsely accusing his taichou.
Here she stopped herself. As much as she despised admitting it to herself, Ichimaru was not the person who had killed Aizen; it was the one person she would have never thought to betray her…
She lifted her head up and looked around, and as usual for the past few days, there was no one on guard of her cell, probably no one in the whole entire building.
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe,
You're taking over me
Just to be sure that her theory was correct; Hinamori waited a few moments in utter silence.
She heard no sounds, no voices, no footsteps, just the howling wind outside. Then she softly but clearly called out. "Hello? Is there anyone there?" But to her relief no one answered and she was left alone to listen to the eerie sounds of her own voice echoing.
She then allowed her eyes to flash to the letter in her hands, being tightly, unconsciously squeezed. She read over it one more time, memorizing it, pounding the truth into her being and telling herself that this was real, and that it was no time to be afraid.
Yet somehow, a shiver ran up her spine and she shuddered. "I can do this." She told herself quietly, standing up.
Surely if anyone else was around now, they would have come there in hearing her speaking, but nobody came. As Hinamori tried to focus herself on her demon magic to break the cell walls, she found herself crying, and the small amount of power that she had focused now disintegrated due to her lack of concentration.
She fell back onto her knees again and wept, trying desperately to stop the tears so she could escape and avenge the one she was crying for now. "I can't…do this…" She cried. "I can't kill Hitsugaya-kun…Gomenasai…Aizen taichou…" Her salted tears stained the letter and she found herself unable to move.
And then she felt something on the back of her hand. It was so light, almost like when a cat walks inches away, but the ends of its fur barely brush the skin. Hinamori opened her eyes at the touch, but was not frightened at all until she heard the voice the touch belonged to.
"Hinamori-kun." He spoke softly. She nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Ai…Aizen…Taichou?" She glanced around slowly, wanting to make sure that she was not dreaming. She saw no one, but still felt the slightest touch on her hand.
"Hinamori-kun." The voice repeated. "I know that you don't want to do this, and I know that I was wrong in asking you to do that, you don't have to." He told her. His voice had nothing in it to prove that he meant what he said. It was as if he wanted and expected her to disagree with him, which, due to her undying loyalty, she did.
"No! I mean…I don't want to hurt anyone…demo…I have to do it because you asked me to. Those were your orders." She whispered, afraid that if she spoke to loud the calming presence might disappear and leave her alone once again.
"Your wrong. Those weren't my orders, it was my will. The one thing I asked you to do for me." His voice now sounded almost menacing, demanding that she obey. Although the tears of confusion and hurt filled her eyes, she nodded.
"I will avenge you, Aizen Taichou…" She obliged. Then, she thought that she heard a curt laugh.
"That's my girl." Then, just as soon as it had all happened, it was over. The presence that floated about the cell was gone, and Hinamori began to wonder if it had been real. But something deep down told her that it had been.
"I will avenge you taichou." She vowed silently. "Even if it is the last thing that I do."
Have you forgotten all I know, and all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you, and touched my hand,
I knew you loved me then
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe
You're taking over me,
The second Hinamori was sure that the ghostly occurrence was over and that no one else had entered the building at the time, she set to work.
She let the letter fall to the ground and placed one palm over the back of her other hand. She tried to calm herself and she closed her eyes. She then mumbled an incantation under her breath and a milky, purple light emitted from her outstretched palms. In a matter of mere seconds, the prison cells had dissolved into microscopic particles.
She swiftly picked up the letter and dashed through the now-empty space in front of her. However, once she had reached the doors, she slowed her pace and stopped. There, she concentrated intently, and slowly lowered her reiatsu, until it was completely hidden. Now no one would be able to find where she was.
Even though there were Shinigami like the captains that had special abilities, no one, not even any of the Elite Forces could detect her now. Demon Magic was her specialty, and no one else in any world at any time had or ever could master the arts as she had.
It's the only thing I'm good at. She thought. I've been training myself and practicing ever since I joined the Academy. I just have to hope that all my work can pay off now when I need it the most.
She inhaled deeply and slipped through the doors. She knew what she was going to do. She knew where she was going to go.
And as she ran, Aizen's face flashed through her mind and she recalled what her true duty was. It was to avenge a man that she trusted for a few years by killing her best friend who she had grown up with. It sounded absurd to her, but her taichou's wish was her command; especially his last wish.
And even though she did not know it as she ran through the black streets of Seireitei, she was becoming more and more like her departed captain. Just the slyness with which she ran, the soundlessness of her feet as she glided along the cold ground, the deceiving trickery of escaping her cell. All of these things made her more and more like him.
But she did not know that, for she did not know that he was sneakily deceiving and tricking all of them through a foul game of smoke and mirrors.
I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough
So many things inside that are
Just like you are taking over
I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe
You're taking over me
As she ran, Hinamori tried to plan out everything she was about to do.
She only halted once to use her magic to knock out a guard and then she quickly resumed her long run to the 10th division's building.
She knew.
She knew that Ichimaru would be there, waiting for her arrival, and then the murderer of her captain would also come.
There had been another part to the letter, which she had missed this first time, for she had read over it, too eager to find out the truth. But Aizen had had it all planned out if he should fail himself. He had arranged that she meet up with Ichimaru as soon as possible after she had read it. She did not know how the 3rd division captain would know when she was coming, but she put faith in her taichou and his former lieutenant.
Focused on her roll in the capture of the murderer who was her very best friend, Hinamori just realized that she had never been deprived of her Zanpakutou. And all the while, when she had sat in her cell, she had completely forgotten about the sheathed blade. Now, it was her only hope to avenge Aizen. She clutched the letter close to her and made two more silent vows.
"I will avenge you, Aizen taichou. I swear that I will take down Hitsugaya-kun, even if I go down along with him. But it does not matter. For I also vow, that once Hitsugaya-kun is dead, I will shortly follow." Her firm whisper was definite and unwavering.
And as she ran to meet up with the 3rd squad captain and take the life of the one most precious to her and then her own, and large, black cloud floated across the starless sky.
It covered the moon, allowing no light to shine below and a shiver went down the girl's spine at the eerie omen as she ran on.
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you
To live, to breathe,
You're taking over me
(Taking over me)
You're taking over me
(Taking over me)
Taking over me.
A/N: Alright next chapter is the fight! I did not like writing about them fighting though T-T They are such good frineds, its just wrong! Hope you enjoyed it!
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