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WATASHI NO KOKORO
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CHAPTER 25
Reckless
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A full moon illuminated two lone figures invisible to human eyes. They were both lying on their backs on the soft white sands of the beach in their shinigami forms -exhausted. While their gigais now stored in the beachfront property that Hitsugaya had booked a few weeks before. The gentle sound of waves rushing to the shores was very calming.
Hinamori sighed, silently marveling and reliving her perfect day.
"We almost didn't make our flight Shiro-chan."
"Hm." He was lazily looking up the night sky with an arm underneath his head.
"So many people to say goodbye to..." thinking back when she couldn't seem to thank Matsumoto, Orihime, Rukia and Yumichika enough. With tears of gratitude streaming down her face, Toushiro had to peel her arms off of them and remind her that it's time to go. "Wait, how long are we going to be here for?"
"A week."
Hinamori turned to her side to face him, and propped her head up with her forearm. "Hm...how did you pull it off with Genryusai-soutaicho? To be both off work this long?"
"The old man didn't give me a day off, love. But don't worry, how much work can this small island have?" He smiled to reassure her. He actually made a deal with the soutaicho to remain working and do research during this 'vacation' in the real world.
"Mou...we can take turns, Shiro-chan."
"Ouch. I just got punched right here, by the ego." He grinned.
She kicked some sand on his legs before leaning on her forearms to gaze back at the moon, "You know what I mean. You deserve a week off too." She sighed. Knowing he's dead-set on not having her lift a finger.
"Please don't worry about it... and let's get to bed Momo. I know you're tired, it's almost 3am."
"Ugh..being in that gigai doesn't help either." It made her feel heavy and confined, but if he can get use to it then she could do the same. "Oh, did I mention how good you look in human clothes, Toushiro?" Recalling how he wore a plain black shirt, with dark jeans and white sneakers. Drool. She remembered Rangiku saying that she orders all her taicho's real world clothes from a 'Kenneth Cole' catalogue. Whoever this Kenneth guy is, she'll thank him someday.
He chuckled, "No. But thank you. While you, look absolutely beautiful in anything you wear, or lack thereof..." He gazed into brown eyes that are always capable of melting all the barriers he had built over the years. The only person he lets in, or he can't help but let in. Mesmerized, as his childhood-friend-turned-wife gazed back mirroring the same emotion.
"Toushiro...thank you. For this day. For everything."
"No. Thank you." Much too grateful. For finally marrying me. He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers, her flawless skin so soft and warm, luminous against the light of the moon. He trailed his index finger from her face to the opening of her robe hooking it and tugging it forward - -a blatant invitation. He contentedly sighed and laid back as Hinamori felinely crawled over him, a sexy smile on her face...
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Momo woke up late in the afternoon. Stifling a yawn, delight slowly dawned as she took in her surroundings.
This is...heavenly. The large contemporary-style decorated room had two outdoor openings, one opens to a lush palm tree garden with a hammock and the other to a large private infinty pool with sun decks that overlooked the ocean. It even had an outdoor dining area.
"Ohayo...Bed-wetter. Did you get enough sleep?"
He had his arms crossed and was leaning on the wide door frame that lead to the rest of the...house. How big is this place? Momo sat up and grinned. Loving the way Toushiro look in a T-shirt and white boxer shorts. Sigh...
"Yes... Toushiro, how did you find this place? It's wonderful!" She hugged a large pillow and flopped back down on the bed, muffling a childish squeal while wiggling her feet under the extra soft covers.
He laughed, "I actually picked it because of the beds...knowing how much you love to sleep," he cleared his throat, "and it's where we'll be spending most of our time during this trip."
She peeked from underneath the pillow, "I don't remember even needing a bed last night, Shiro-chan."
He smirked and was about to say something when they heard the doorbell ring, followed by a soft knock. Hitsugaya donned on a robe before opening the door, and came back holding a tray of food, placing it on the bed. "Breakfast, for the late riser."
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It had been 3 days since they arrived and checked in at this lavish beach front villa, an all-inclusive secluded property for very private people. They were both under a palapa hut by the beach while the server had just delivered their non-alcoholic drinks.
Hinamori was humming while building a sandcastle and Toushiro was behind her on a lounger reading a book with sunglasses on. Flipping through the pages, and even had extra literature stashed under the chair. He had on his dark gray beach shorts with a plain white shirt, which Momo couldn't help but look over her shoulder every once in a while. Resisting the urge to just throw that book on the sand and have a public make out session with her gorgeous husband.
We're married now, so that should be okay right? Ugh...propriety. What a drag. Although...when we're by ourselves in our private villa...
Momo looked over to him again but blushed before turning away, and continued to smile while absorbed in her reverie. Their intimate moments the last three days had been quite...uninhibited. Her face flushed when she remembered lying faced down on the bed while Toushiro moved inside of her from behind, his hand tightly grasped the hair by her nape as he half moaned, half whispered her name against her ear...
She stretched the muscles on her back to shake off the immoral thoughts before it got out of hand. Then turned her focus back on the current project.
"If you hate the beach so much, Shiro-chan, then why pick this sunny place for a honeymoon?" She asked, a knit between her brows appeared as the walls to her sandcastle kept on collapsing.
"Tch. We've been through this. I really don't mind the beach, Momo."
"Right." She snorted, standing up then walked away from under the shade to dust the white sand that got stuck on her lap and bottom. Momo also wanted to feel the sun, breathing in deeply when a fresh sea breeze ruffled her hair from the nape. Cooling her red cheeks.
A few nearby vacationers, especially the men, turned to look. A couple of them stared a little too long, observed Hitsugaya. This is ridiculous. Kicking himself for not insisting to just stay at the villa, in their private pool. The black skimpy things made her breasts look like they're about to pop out, and the bottom part was even smaller that it left everything scantily clad.
"Matsumoto only packed bikinis for you to wear?"
"Hm? You don't like it Toushiro? Look, it even has 'Mrs. Hitsugaya' sequined on the back... Kawaii!" She giggled, as she tried to look at her behind. Her perfectly toned body now slightly tanned, accentuating her feminine curves.
Hitsugaya also cursed Urahara for making the gigais identical to their shinigami; to a tee.
"Ack. I'm going to take a dip in the water to get all this sand off, want to come Shiro-chan?" She asked teasingly, but was surprised when he stood up and took his shirt off.
"Yes, actually, I do."
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"Please let me go, Toushiro. It's the only way." She begged. Her bloodied hand slowly slipping from his grip.
"What do you mean?...Hold on Hinamori! " His teeth gnashing from trying to keep her from falling. Why is she so heavy?
"So he can stop hurting you. You have to let me go." Her face and body bedraggled from blood, as she hung dangling from the cliff.
"Hold on! Don't you fucking let go, you hear me?" Her other hand reached out, but instead of holding on to him, she pried his fingers off.
"I'm sorry, Shiro-chan..."
"No. Momo!"
He suddenly woke up in the dark, sweating. The deafening beat of his heart pounding, and pounded the blood into his head. Toushiro immediately reached for Hinamori but she wasn't there, her gigai was in the closet. That cold hollow void in his chest threatening to set in...
He felt her faint reiatsu. Fuck. Where is she?
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The phone in her pocket rang as she slipped Tobiume back in her sheath. Damn... it's him. The calming bakudo didn't work this time.
"Crap." She hissed. Hinamori wanted to ignore the incessant ringing, but didn't want him to worry even more and have him come out to look for her either.
"Toushiro, I'm fine." She immediately said.
"Where are you?" He seemed calm.
"Please go back to sleep, Shiro-chan. I just got done actually. I heard the hollow detector go off."
"That's funny, because I sure as hell didn't."
"Let me exp-"
"Be here in five minutes, I have some questions that need answered." He abruptly hung up.
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Later that afternoon...
"So you're not going to talk to me for the rest of this trip, Shiro-chan? I already said I'm sorry and I won't do it again."
Momo finally approached him, he was sitting behind the desk in the office area with documents scattered in front of him. He was wearing his black ankle length shorts and nothing else. While she had a towel wrapped around her, hair slicked back just coming from a quick swim in the pool. She had asked if he wanted to join her earlier but the offer was ignored.
Hitsugaya was still fuming from their argument that morning. He couldn't think straight to even organize the papers in front of him. She basically knocked me unconcious so she could sneak out... fessed up that she's done it a few times before. What if something happened to her and he was asleep? Baka Momo. That dream he had last night didnt help either. And...it's just too fucking hot in here!
"Tch. I gotta take a walk. I'll be back."
He went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, then popped the gigai pill in his mouth. Needing the relief of being in shinigami form to cool his mind off. "Make sure she stays here. Keep a close watch, and no beach." He instructed his gigai.
"Hai. Taicho."
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Mou...I really messed up this time, she frowned as she watched him leave. Hinamori's shoulder hunched while she sat on the edge of a lounge chair and stared at nothing in particular, suppressing her tears of guilt.
Someone nudged her, the touch felt familiar and yet...not. She half-turned to be greeted by Toushiro's soft, warmth-filled turquoise eyes.
"Let's play cards."
He grinned and she instinctively felt better. His voice was the same except that it lacked confidence somehow. This is definitely not my husband, despite their superficial likeness. This is how Toushiro would be like if he wasn't...Toushiro. Not even close. She imagined how it would be if he wasn't so serious and so utterly responsible all the time. And this happy person before her seemed...dense. Like how gigais are suppose to be. Although she'll take a carefree, lighthearted Hitsugaya over a serious brooding one at this moment. The invitation was too good to pass up. Hinamori smiled.
"So...what did you want to play?"
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Toushiro came back two hours later, to hear her laughing. They were by the pool area when he arrived, and saw the scene. Taking a mental note that if the gigai is instructed to keep watch of his wife, it does not mean that he's allowed to touch her.
"You don't know how to swim?" She giggled, visualizing the daunting captain yelping for help as he drowns. She was on the edge of a lounge chair by the shaded area of the deck, facing the large rectangular pool while he was applying sun screen on her back as she had just finished placing some on his.
"I don't think I ever tried. I'm just required to go and hide somewhere, and keep watch."
"Well, what if it requires for you to swim? Have you-"
The gigai suddenly stood up, sensing that Hitsugaya want his body back as he went inside the room. He came back out with that familiar scowl on his face. Momo turned to rest her elbows on her knees, holding her glum face; extremely annoyed at herself as the guilty feelings came back. Her bangs fluttered as an exasperated sigh escaped her. Wishing that the the gigai didn't have to leave so soon.
But was greatly surprised when Toushiro ruffled the top of her head before gracefully diving in the pool. She immediately felt relieved. He's already forgiven me.
She waited for him to break surface, watched him lithely swim to her then stopped. His hair slicked back, while he gestured with his head for Momo to come join him in the water. She happily obliged and swam towards him, then slowly wrapped her arms on his neck and her legs around his torso.
He's still a little upset, as her fingers gently smoothed out the furrow between his brows. Toushiro's eyes closed and he sighed in resignation. Hinamori took the opportunity to give him a soft kiss, but he reluctantly pulled away. "Oi, how do you know it's really me, Momo?"
"Baka, Toushiro. I just know, since your gigai wasn't really such a good kisser."
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"I'm kidding Shiro-chan. Geez!" Momo had to roll her eyes at his serious expression.
He sobered up from her poor choice of a joke. "Hinamori, why didn't you just tell me you were bored?"
"I wasn't bored. I really just wanted to help you out."
He didn't want to argue anymore. "But you just have to let me know, do you understand?" She nodded. Glad he got that out of the way while she resumed the kiss...
"How do you feel about hopping onto the next island over and do some sight-seeing tonight?" He had also planned other activities for them to do in the next few days.
"I would love that."
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"I'm ready, Shiro-chan." She couldn't contain her excitement.
He grinned, liking what he sees. Her short dark teal, sleeveless dress wasn't too revealing but it wasn't short in making her look beautiful either.
She dressed carefully, since almost everything that Matsumoto packed was much too snug. This dress was a little different. The hem ended just right above her knees, and the scoop neckline was still low but she had on a small black scarf to conceal her cleavage, and matched it with black sandals.
Toushiro wore a plain grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, along with his usual dark jeans and sneakers ensemble. Making Hinamori wish that they were allowed to wear human clothes in sereitei, dreamily sighing as she straightened his collar.
"What?" He asked, absentmindedly adjusting the platinum ring in his finger.
"Nothing. Where are we going again?"
"Cancun. Two isles over."
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"Oooh... Come Shiro-chan! Rangiku-san told me about these kind of places. She said they're so much fun!" Momo dragged him inside a building where the music was a little too loud for his liking.
"What is this place?" Always wary of his lieutenant's taste of 'fun'.
"I think it's called a 'clubhouse'...see it's not that bad." As she found an outdoor area with bar-height tables and chairs for them to sit on, and where the music isn't as loud, "And oh, I'll be back!" Remembering exactly what her friend does when she talks about being in these 'clubs'. "The drinks are delicious, they don't taste like sake at all Hina-chan. They even come in all sorts of flavors that you will absolutely love! You just buy it from the bar..."
"Wher-" She was gone before he could say something against it.
Hinamori came back with two large red frozen drinks, the container looked almost as big as flower vases - -for long-stemmed flowers. A straw portruding in each, and she already was sipping on one. "Here Shiro-chan, I can't have you pay for everything now, can I? Try it. It's delicious!"
"Baka Momo." He sipped with his straw and actually was pleasantly surprised, "Watermelon?"
"Mmmhm!"
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Six drinks for Toushiro later...
"Your cheeks are sort of red, taicho." Hinamori snorted then giggled, as she sat across from him, already drunk from her first drink.
"Shaddup." What the hell? She got me drunk. Great. Let's hope the hollow detector doesn't go off...
"Toushiro..."
"Huh?"
"Come. Dance with me." He watched her slowly take off the scarf from around her neck, mesmerized as she held his hand and lead him into the club where the dancefloor was located downstairs.
"Uhmm...I dont like how these men are looking at you."
"Don't be ridiculous Shiro-chan. Don't you see the half-naked women walking around here? Might as well be in my shinigami form, I doubt anyone here sees me at all."
"I see you." You're all I see. Glaring at the men who looked towards his wife as they walked passed.
She rolled her eyes but then smiled as they made it to the crowded dance floor. Toushiro watched as the whole place turned blue with large balls of glittery lights on the ceiling further illuminating the darkened room; chaotically. The blaring music deafening.
It made his senses more keen however. Well, he was very aware of Hinamori. Her every move, her touch, her smell was even more intoxicating. What the hell? All we've been doing is have mind-blowing sex the past four days and yet...I still can't seem to get enough of her. He didn't dance, but he just stood there as she rubbed her back against him, erotically moving with the music. Mindless of everything else...
Yes I can see her
Cause every girl in here wanna be her
Oh shes a diva
I feel the same and I wanna meet her
They say she low down
Its just a rumor and I don't believe em
They say she needs to slow down
The baddest thing around town
She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood whore
I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful
The way that booty movin' I can't take no more
Have to stop what i'm doin so I can pull her close
I'm tryna find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful
Damn girl
Damn you's a sexy chick
A sexy chick
Damn you's a sexy chick
It was sort of liberating and...fun as they blended in with the crowd, pushed into the center of the floor and even took 'shots' of tequila being handed out freely. No one was looking or commenting on their lewd behavior, and they lacked any sense of responsibility at this very moment. It was total abandonment.
Hinamori slowly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, and tip-toed to kiss him. And they did, passionately so, as he hoisted her up high so she didn't have to reach. The blaring music fading in the background, it was just the two of them in the dance floor. She stopped and tenderly gazed into his eyes to mouth, "I love you."
"I love you."
Their moment was interrupted when the club blew foam all over the crowd, making Hinamori giggle as she reached out to catch the bubbles, glancing over to Toushiro as a clump landed on his face. She gently wiped it off and resumed their kiss for the next thirty minutes...
"Oi, Momo. Let's head back."
They didn't even make it to the bed.
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Lolita, their room service maid looked at the couple snuggled up in their private garden, while she cleaned up their lunch.
She always had this ability to discern some auras around certain beings, the same ability that her dear late grandmother had possessed.
It was strange how it doesn't seem like they're from around here, considering that most of their guests are foreigners. This pair just felt like they're not from this world at all. And...who folds their dirty clothes these days? Even undergarments! Reminding Lolita of people from the military. And as she also expected before coming into their room, their bed is already made. It looked untouched, but she knew better... the newlyweds could barely keep their hands and eyes off of each other.
Such beautiful people...and so young, maybe both barely the age of 18.
The young man, with his turquoise eyes and natural white hair, looked like he came down from the heavens. An angel. And that body...sigh. Tall, lean and not too heavily muscled. He's just perfect. The girl, is a pretty little thing with her dark silky hair, big brown eyes with long lashes and with a petite, toned body easily envied by many women. Her smiles always genuine, and she has this glow about her that just made Lolita feel comfortable and warm when she's nearby.
She has never seen the young man smile, however. Wait, okay once, when she had replaced their linens and glanced towards the pool to see the couple playfully splashing water at each other. He's even more gorgeous when he does, giving away how young he really is.
But the way his spiritual pressure emanated around the young lady is a little... uncanny. It feels like this invisible shield. Oh yes, it is undeniably love but there's something more to it. Almost like he already lost her once...
She doesn't seem to look that fragile but he regards her as if she'll disappear from a strong breeze. Overprotective...that's exactly it. Lolita sighed again, and gave one last look at the garden before heading out. Not everyone can be so lucky.
They were in the hammock, shaded by the palm trees under the early afternoon sun. She was wearing a floral ivory summer dress which was now hiked up to her thighs, while he was wearing khaki shorts and his usual white t-shirt; reading a book. Hinamori tucked in beside him with her eyes closed, using his shoulder as a pillow while her arm lazily draped over his broad chest. She was listening to his iPod, as the white wires protruded out her ears. Toushiro gently pulled the earphones out, so she can sleep in silence.
"Noo...I am still listening to that Shiro-chan. It's my song..." She sleepily groaned, looking up.
"Baka, momo. I thought you were asleep." She didn't respond, now deep in her afternoon nap while her face tilted up and her mouth slightly open.
Toushiro put his book down and held her chin, gently kissing her lips. He smiled when they remained a little puckered, and watched her just comfortably breathe. Still hungover, I see. Recalling the events that happened last night. Only person that could make me lose inhibition and do crazy things...like laugh until my stomach hurt. She was so drunk on the way back that she did cartwheels to prove to him that she's accustomed to her gigai, almost hitting her head against a light pole a few times. He chuckled, silly Momo.
He placed the earphones by his ear, curious at what "her song" might be. It was the one they last danced to in the wedding...
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