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Chapter 17
Moved
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They were on a grassy knoll under a tree, located a mile behind the 5th division building. The sun had just barely set, leaving remnants of its orange-pink-purple light on the horizon.
"Tsk. Hold still, Shiro-chan!"
Hinamori was holding his face trying to heal the corner of his mouth with the most basic healing skill she learned. Hitsugaya was sitting down and she was kneeling, hovering next to him.
"Geez, Momo. It's nothing. It's just a little cut."
"Now you know how I feel...but I'm sorry, again... for kicking you." Referring to their training session earlier in the morning that earned him the cut.
"It's not your fault, baka."
"There. All healed." She kissed it. Then gasped when he flipped them over in one fluid motion; Momo now underneath him with her haircloth unsurprisingly gone.
His white soft spiky hair gently ruffled as a winter breeze drifted past, also swaying the tall grass around and the branches of the tree above them. He leaned down to give her a lingering kiss, softly grazing his tongue on her bottom lip. Hinamori instinctively arched her back to be closer to his body, burying her hands into his hair.
Toshiro's hand slid down into the front of her robe to cup one laced-clad breast. The sudden cool touch waking her sense of propriety.
"Shiro-chan, We can't do this here...mmmm...stop. Someone will see us, baka!" His mouth muffling her words.
He was trying to ignore her, his mind somewhat already muddled.
"We're going to be married. What's it to them?" He asked, as he nuzzled her neck.
"Hitsugaya Toushiro. Stop." He did stop this time and now looked at her with a smirk.
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself." And it's the truth. He shrugged.
She rolled her eyes, meanwhile his turquoise eyes turned serious.
"Something in your mind, Toushiro?"
He was focused on her lips, "You're still decided on April?"
"Uhmm...yes. Why? What's the rush Shiro-chan?" It's been two weeks since he proposed, and nothing has happened that made her want to change her mind...
"Nothing. I just wanted to ask." He smiled then moved away to sit next to her, helping her up while she straightened to do the same. They sat in companionable silence until the sky was lined with the stars, the moon illuminating their faces.
"Let's go, Toushiro. I still have a stack of reports to do-"
"No, wait. I wanted to show you something...any minute now."
She followed his gaze and sure enough, white powdery flakes slowly descended from the sky.
"Whoa!" Hinamori exclaimed. Holding out her palms. "You never cease to amaze me Shiro-chan..."
"I have nothing to do with it, I can assure you."
"I know. I wasn't referring to just the snow."
She laughed as the white cold flakes descended interminably. Landing on her eyelashes and now covering the top part of her head. Hitsugaya stood in front of her as he placed his haori over her shoulders, and wiped the soft flakes off of her eyes. She caught the slant of his lips before he ruffled her hair.
"Ugh! Shiro-chan, I'm so going to get you for that!"
"You can try shorty!"
As they ran chasing each other towards her division, leaving footprints on the snow.
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Momo just called his office phone to say she can't sleep over his place tonight, since she has got 'tons' of paperwork to do. And that she'll just see him tomorrow in the morning...again. This is the fourth time within the last two weeks, and when she does sleep over she leaves before dawn breaks.
"Taiichooo... Who was that on the phone? All you said was 'ok'. Honestly, what's the point of that phone if it's only one-sided convers-"
"It's night time Matsumoto, shouldn't you be out swimming in sake somewhere?"
"Shouldn't you be with your wife-to-be somewhere?" Oops. I wasn't suppose to say that, wasn't I? When she saw his scowl get even darker.
He ignored her, a little too engrossed while looking over a report.
"Well, I'll just go then taicho." Rangiku hurriedly scooted out of the door before it got any colder.
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It's inconvenient for the both of them when she stays the night at his place. She feels like she disturbs him when she wakes up, and then she has to go back to her division in the mornings anyway, so she opts to staying at her place.
Hinamori groaned when she glanced at her alarm clock. It'll go off in 4 hours. Bleh.
She had been so tired lately. That by the time she's done at the office she couldn't think of anything else but the comfort of her bed.
Thankful that Toushiro would sometimes steal her away in the afternoons from the office to have their little dates. Momo sleepily smiled while she snuggled under the covers in her lingerie; looking at her ring.
My Shiro-chan. My world is a better place with you in it. Yawn. A much better place...
He landed on her balcony and entered her room. She's fast asleep. Toushiro was so tempted to turn off her damned alarm clock, and withstand the fight to come in the morning. But then changed his mind. What if she decides to ask someone else to train with her? Tch. Fucking hell. These sparring sessions better be worth his peace of mind...
His troubled thoughts were put on hold as Hinamori felt him next to her on the bed, and turned to wrap her arm and leg around him. Still asleep, and with her lips touching his neck - - she sighed. Falling into a deeper slumber.
Toushiro couldn't help but smile. Baka Momo. For having no idea...
He kissed her forehead before pulling her closer to sleep.
****Ding****Ding
Momo was about to move to start her day, when a long muscular arm had her pinned by her waist, against his body. She looked behind her to see his sleeping face half-buried in the pillow. It made her smile to realize that he came through the balcony, that she was sure she closed shut, due to the snow falling in. He managed to open the tight secure lock on the doors, which didn't surprise her one bit.
Toushiro can move mountains if he sets his mind to it.
Momo yawned as she masked her reiatsu. And was about to loosen his hold,
"It's too early." He said, with eyes still closed.
She had this argument before.
"Shiro-chan, please go back to sleep."
"Why do you keep doing this? I hate seeing you lose sleep." She ignored him while she got ready, in no mood to argue.
He will never understand. "I'll see you later Shiro-chan." Hinamori kissed his forehead.
She felt a little guilty that she had placed a calming bakudo the minute she heard him utter something. She wasn't sure if it'll work on him, but was satisfied when his teal eyes remained closed.
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With both their swords still sheathed, they stood about 30 feet apart; their breaths frosting. They chose an area where the snow wasn't laid as thick on the ground in their secluded training vicinity; located past the forests of West Rukongai.
"You're not cold, Hinamori?" Referring to her cloakless form.
"Tobiume keeps me warm." She shrugged, her sword now unsheathed; glad that he was satisfied with her valid answer.
She does sleep in those scanty undergarments, considering it would be freezing for someone with a normal body temperature. So he agreed.
"Alright, here goes..."
Thank god the weekend is finally here. He wasn't really looking forward to Matsumoto's planned engagement party that she will host at the 10th division. But just the thought of spending time with Hinamori without this training bullshit, was a much needed reprieve.
They can wake up later in the afternoon if she wants.
Toushiro was absorbed in his reverie when a fireball almost singed his eyebrow. Forcing him to snap out of it and gave Hinamori a fight that she won't be able to complain about. Not that she ever does.
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It was well into lunchtime...
Momo gave up trying to act like an adult and skipped towards the 10th division, barely could she contain her excitement. She was already done with her paperwork for the day and... it's the weekend!
She can now see his large office window, which gave her an idea.
Toushiro was listening to Matsumoto ramble on about her guestlist for tomorrow's party and was signing reports at the same time, when the loud sound of snow hitting glass interrupted them both.
What the hell?
Another snowball hit the window pane before he looked out to see Hinamori jumping up and down with her hair loose. Waving her arm and with the biggest smile plastered on her face.
She brought lunch and was ready for the weekend to start.
He chuckled. Baka Momo.
"Taicho, what was that?" Rangiku asked.
"You'll find out soon enough." He sat back down so he can finish the rest of the paperwork so he, too, can join in her fun.
"Rangiku-san! Shiro-chan! I brought you guys lunch...it's so nice outside isn't it?" Momo beamed, not bothering to knock.
"Hina-chan! Just the person I wanted to talk to. Okay, so I was telling taicho who all was coming..."
About 45 minutes later...
Matsumoto was now filling out last minute invites. Eating and humming at the same time. Meanwhile Toushiro was so engrossed in finishing his reports that he didn't notice Momo standing beside him. Her hands were on her back with a little hint of mischief in her adorable smile.
"What, Momo?"
A ball of snow on his head was the answer he got. The ice splattering on his desk and floor.
"I told you I'd get you back, Shiro-chan!" She giggled.
"Tch." He shrugged off the ice, apparently not amused as he crumpled up the report he was working on, and restarted. "You got my desk all wet." He grumbled without looking up.
"Well sor-ry!" She sarcastically huffed, wiping the ice off his immaculate desk and drying the ones that dropped on the floor with Tobiume's heat. She stuck her nose up in the air and walked towards the veranda; opening the sliding doors to the garden.
"I'll be out here if you need me, Rangiku-san." And closed it shut.
"Way to go, taicho."
"Shut it, Matsumoto." Hitsugaya said, already feeling guilty and foolish for what he did. No need for someone else to point it out.
He finished a couple more reports before he decided to apologize and was just about to stand up when Hinamori suddenly slid the doors wide open. Face flushed and her eyes wide with enthusiasm.
"You guys, you gotta see this!" As she flash-stepped back outside, leaving the door open for them to follow.
Toushiro and Rangiku watched her sit next to a nearby tree and placed her hands on the portruding roots. Her light orange-red reiatsu engulfing her form, then radiated to the tree. The snow on the branches instantly melted, then little green flower bulbs started to appear. She stopped before they began to bloom.
"There." Momo stood up and dusted her robes off of the wet snow.
She glanced up to find them both in awe, their mouths slightly open. She giggled. "Now do you know what this means?" She looked up at them expectantly.
Toushiro knew exactly what it meant.
"What? That you can make flowers pop out on command?" Rangiku cluelessly asked. She was still confused as she watched her taicho flash-step under the blooming tree to grab Hinamori by the waist and lift her up in the air; spinning them both in a circle. Laughing.
She's never seen her taicho's guard so absent nor has she seen him this...happy. And wait! I'm still barely trying to grasp what this tree-blooming thing is suppose to mean!
Matsumoto was about to turn and leave the couple in their private moment when,
"Rangiku-san. I'm sorry to have to ask this from you..." Momo said, reluctant to look away from Toushiro's gaze.
"Hmmm? Why is that Hina-chan?" Hinamori returned her dreamy eyes back to her soon-to-be husband; caught up in their silent conversation.
"Because the wedding is now going to be in three weeks."
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