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"Girls, would you look at this." Matsumoto pointed on a certain headline in the newspaper she was holding and waving in front of her fellow office girls.

Nanao adjusted her eye glasses. "Famous writer J. Hitsugaya got involved in a horrible car accident last night near Theresa Bridge," she read to them.

Collective gasps could be heard. "Oh my, how is he?"

"According to the report, he's currently on a comma."

"Poor guy. He's still young isn't he? Probably two years younger than our President?" Rukia voiced out.

"Also, he and his brother are one of our clients in publishing," Nemu told them. "Their published books sell out the most, though they never passed it here personally, so nobody aside from their family and some associates really saw them both before."

Rangiku stomped her feet. "Yeah! But it was mentioned before that J. Hitsugaya is a hot bachelor with a long and sexy white hair! Just like his younger brother and co-author T. Hitsugaya, though it was also said that he's still young and yet to reach puberty so I don't find him sexy… yet." She chuckled loudly to herself just like the witches in fairytales.

"All she cared for about guys are their bodies, ne?" Isane whispered to Kiyone which made the latter nod in agreement.

Nanao ignored the blonde with large assets. "Let's just hope for his safety so that he could continue writing good stories for his fans—us."

When Shunsui found Ukitake sitting on a chair waiting for him inside his office, he didn't know how to react. Maybe because he was expecting him later or that he was just happy that the ghost wasn't actually angry at him. So instead, Shunsui flashed his sincerest smile ever.

"Hello," Ukitake greeted first.

Shunsui scratched his head shyly. "Hi?"

"I wanted to apologize about the way I reacted yesterday. It's just that…"

"I don't blame you. You have the every right to."

Ukitake sighed in relief. "Thank you, but then you should know that I would be sticking around here for… I don't know how long anymore. And I wouldn't dare to count how many."

The brunette grinned. "Fine by me. That will only mean we'll be, you know, together and get to know each other better." Together? I like the sound of it. Hehe.

Ukitake laughed a bit at the logic, but never uttered a word afterwards. He just sat there, and watched Shunsui work around the room. The daily routine.

They were both silent for more than half of the day, not talking but comfortable and relaxed with each other's presence. Shunsui sometimes glances on the other man when he thought he was looking somewhere around or either caught Ukitake's gaze on him—some knowing looks, but the President didn't mind as he noticed how the other was studying him intently.

"See something you like?" Shunsui asked teasingly.

Ukitake—if possible—blushed a little. "No, it's not like that. It's just that I'm thinking about something."

"Care to share?"

The ghost stared at him thoughtfully. "Do you think that there might be a purpose of my extinction as a soul?"

Shunsui placed his pen down on the side. "You know, I believe that everything is created or happening for a reason. Though sometimes, they go unnoticed as time went by. But who knows, maybe you'll find yours too? Nothing is impossible."

"You think so?"

"Yes. That's why here am I, the only one who can see you, is encouraging you to go on and keep moving. I mean, don't stop by and loose all your hope just because you think you'll be living with loneliness for an eternity. You're a good man, Ukitake. I may not saw it when you're still alive like me, but I can feel it in you. You give off some good vibes to lighten up even the gravest mood. Fate has better plans for you in the future." Shunsui held the other's hand absent-mindedly across the table.

Ukitake squeezed it affectionately. "I will, and I also promise you that whatever that purpose may be, I'll go find it and gladly appreciate it."

"There, that's more like it." Shunsui grinned.

The sickening smell of medicines and the irritating beating of the heart machine made the younger Hitsugaya's stomach churned upside down. The depressing feeling didn't do any help at all. His brother, his beloved older brother was still there, lying on the hospital bed and declining to show any signs of life. All that could assure him that he was still with him in this world was the beeping machine beside him.

No one expected such horrible thing to happen, and what was more, to his brother. He who could be canonized as a saint for everything he had done. His very noble brother only wanted the better and lived peacefully with him. Even before this accident to happen, he managed to save an innocent life of a little girl who he avoided to hit with his car.

Right at that very moment, Toshiro couldn't held back the tears to flow anymore as he took in the sight of his pitiful older brother who could leave him in any moment fate wishes to.

Toshiro held his brother's cold and unmoving left hand and squeezed it gently with tenderness. "I love you, brother. Take care and please don't leave me alone yet. I needed you very much in my life."

I wonder who's this Toshiro's olde brother. :3