Me Notes: Yeah… long time….. heh, sorry. I gots distracted, but I'll go on, I promise…. If I don't update before a month is up you can come after me with any legal weapon in your possession. That is if you're still reading this…. Hopefully my writing has improved… Me no own Bleach. Me miss saying that...

No Way Out

Chapter 3: Storm

It was a little after four in the afternoon when Momo decided she wanted to take a walk around the block. 'I better make it quick, it looks like it'll rain…' She put on apricot colored raincoat and reached for the doorknob when a cool hand stopped her.

Hinamori felt a shock as he immediately withdrew his hand. "Where do you think you're going?" His emerald eyes held concern and curiosity. For a while neither of them could breathe.

"For a walk," she quickly in took a breath and regained coherence. "I'm perfectly capable of being by myself…. I was, after all, going to live all-by- myself if it wasn't for the lack of available apartments." Momo didn't dare to look back at his eyes. Instead she found comfort at staring at his shoe blocking the door. "Please move Mister Hitsugaya."

"No."

"And why not?" the girl could help to look up at his amused face. Once again, all was lost for Momo.

Fortunately for Toshiro, he looked at the bridge of her nose. Instinctively, he leaned forward and with only an inch away from her ear he whispered, "It's pouring." Right when he said it a down pour struck.

Amazed as his precision, Momo's gaze ripped away from him to the window. Torrents slid down the window as the outside world became a blur. The room became slightly darker and the lights began to flicker. The sudden ring of the phone caused Hinamori to grab hold of Hitsugaya.

Chuckling, Hitsugaya pulled her with him. "Hello?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, we understand."

"Thank you. Bye."

Momo realized she was squeezing his wrist and let go. "W-who was that?"

'It's kind of fun teasing her…' Toshiro tried to smile whole heartily. "That, that was the ax-murderer warning us that the lights might, no will, go out as he comes after us. I only thanked him for giving us a fair warning."

"That is not funny Mr. Hitsugaya," she teasingly slapped his arm and laughed.

Abruptly a twig slammed into the window causing Momo to scream. Her hands covered her ears as she hid her face in Hitsugaya's chest. "How'd it get so cloudy? Just this afternoon that there wasn't a cloud visible!" her voice shook.

'And it was just this morning that I couldn't face you… Just yesterday we met…' he awkwardly patted her head. "You're afraid of thunderstorms?"

"No, just sudden, loud noises…" she peeked up at him then backed away. "I'm sorry Mist—"

She was cut off by Hitsugaya, "Momo, I'm only a year older than you. Stop calling me Mister Hitsugaya. It's either Toshiro or Hitsugaya. Nothing is before that. Now, let's distract you from the—"

It was Toshiro's turn to be stopped. Thunder rumbled and Momo shivered. "—storm." He finished. "So what type of music do you like?"

"I guess I can listen to anything. From Classical music to Heavy Metal…. What?" she found Toshiro staring at her.

"Heavy Metal? But I thought you didn't like sudden loud noises?" he was confused.

"Yes, but it's not sudden. In music you can predict the clashes because of the rhythm. I also don't put it on full ear-shattering-blast so it won't affect me as much. Usually, I only listen to it when I want to forget something," Momo started to relax with Toshiro around and talking to her. 'That's good, at least it isn't awkward between us because of what happened earlier today. I like being close to him, his smell, warmth and—wait! What am I thinking!'

Toshiro seemed to be oblivious to her inner conflict and proved her wrong. "No, thunder too is predictable. If you count the seconds in between lightning and thunder and divide that by five you'll get the distance of the storm. Of course the storm changes, but you could find a pattern if you concentrated enough."

"I don't like math," Momo quickly walked into her room and retrieved her mp3 and a book. "I'll concentrate on these."

"Suit yourself," Toshiro began to walk out, but was stopped by Hinamori.

She asked him to at least leave the door open, but he was getting his own mp3. Rain continued, lightning struck, thunder clashed and the two teens were contempt with their presence. It wasn't long before the storm was right above them and the electricity began to flicker once again.

On opposite couches, Hinamori peeked at Hitsugaya right when he checked up on her. The second their eyes made contact they looked away. Toshiro was lying on the longer couch, but his legs were handing off the side and Momo was snuggled up in the recliner. Even in the distance place between them they could feel sparks.

As hard as they tried to ignore each other, they just couldn't. Hitsugaya's adventure novel turned into a romance, Hinamori's fantasy focused on romance. A few more minutes of sparks flying and the lights completely go off. Toshiro could fell Momo's gaze on him so he sat up, inviting her to sit with him. Momo jumped off the recliner and skipped to the couch.

"Thanks," she whispered.

One nod was the best he could do without giving himself away.

Even with the electricity gone, they could feel their own electricity intensify. Unable to bear it any longer Momo spoke up. "Uh, so when does school start for you?"

Toshiro had his face hidden in the books which cause Hinamori to flinch when he burst out laughing from all the tension and the random question. "My first class starts on Tuesday next week, in five days I think. You?"

"Same."

Silence engulfed them again. Only the rain and occasional thunder interrupted their light breathing. Eventually the storm diminished, but the teens were lulled to sleep by the rain. Every now and then throughout the night they would murmur each other's name.

Me Notes: Their first full day together and they sleep together. Sleep, ah that sounds good. If you're still reading this, a million thanks to you! I'll be skipping to Tuesday, the first day of school in the next chapter. Keep pushing me so I'll update faster. I have other stories I love as much as this one, but if no one pushes then I think no one wants. Sorry this was short, next ones will be longer.