FF: Bleach
Title: A Taicho Returns
Author: Lizzie aka murderouslowlow
Genre: WHUMMPAAAAAGEEE/Action/Drama
Pairing(s): Nope. No pairings for Hitsu
Rating: PG13+
Warnings: Hitsu gets hurt a lot? lol.
Disclaimer: Not mine! All Kubo Tite's! I'm just playing in his sandbox when he's not watching. *CACKLE*
Summary: It's been three years since he had gone into the war. It's been three years since he was defeated by Ichimaru Gin. It's been three years since he's zunpakuto broke, making this dragon tattoo appear on his wrist. It's been three years since he's been a prisoner in Hueco Mundo. It's been three years since everyone in Seireitei thought he was dead.
"Shi-Shiro-chan."
"Hinamori!" shouted Hitsugaya, bolting up from his sleep. His eyes were wide as they fearfully darted at every corner around the room. His breaths were deep and panicky like as he ran both his shaking hands through his hair. Pulling his knees up to his chest, Toshiro buried his head between them and clung onto his white locks. This wasn't real. None of this was real. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he started to rock back and forth, calming himself down from that dream he had.
Momo isn't dead. She couldn't be dead. It was all a dream, a nightmare. He knew he was going to get up and find her outside, calling him by the name he disliked so much. She'd have her black hair in a bun like always and she'd be smiling down at him or even giggle.
But, she wasn't here. He had to face reality and realize that Hinamori Momo was dead. She was never going to come back. Never.
Hitsugaya clung onto his hair even more, almost tearing off its roots. "Hinamori," he whispered with a shiver, as more tears rolled down his cheeks. Toshiro didn't bother wiping them away. He kept denying that Hinamori was dead, but deep inside, he knew she was gone. She had died in the battle, trying to protect him.
She was protecting him.
With each passing moment, he felt more frustrated. It was his fault that she died like that. It was all his fault. Hitsugaya ran his hands through his hair again one more time and clung onto them while still rocking.
At that moment, Hitsugaya Toshiro was in a world of his own. He hadn't realized that wooden floors and walls of the room were covered in crystal ice. The room's temperature drastically dropped as the young man held onto himself. His thoughts of his old best friend haunted him. Her laughs, her giggles and the way she used to call out his name.
"Shiro-chaaaaaaaaaannn."
"Hi-Hinamori," he cried, his body starting to shiver more than it had been.
"Hitsugaya-kun!" called a voice behind the frozen door.
More bangs could be heard from behind the door as Toshiro didn't answer. "Hitsugaya-kun?! " the worried voice called again, hoping the young man would answer. Instead, he cried while holding himself as the room was again covered by another layer of ice. With time passing, the ice would be covered with another layer of ice, but he spot that Toshiro was sitting on, was untouched by the crystal looking ice. He had not known he was doing this, but he knew there was a cold breeze going through him. In some way the breeze comforted him. The cold comforted him.
Finally wiping his tears away and looking up, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. Was he in the ice land again? Was this a dream? But realizing that the spot he was on was not covered by ice, he knew he was in the infirmary in the 4th division.
Hitsugaya was amazed at the ice that had covered the room. It looked beautiful and calm and he wished it would stay like that for as long as it could. It made him forget about most things, and at the same time it made him feel at peace with himself.
The dragon inside him was satisfied as well.
It wasn't long until the door was blasted down, showing off a worried Unohana-Taicho and her Fukutaicho, Isane. Toshiro didn't turn his head to face both woman, but he looked in front of him, still marveling at the ice.
"Shiro-chan?" whispered Retsu, looking down at the ice that had frozen the floor. She had never seen such a thing. Well, she had seen something similar, but not something like this. Carefully, she stepped onto the ice covered floor with hope that she would not be frozen along with it. Her hope was soon crushed as the crystal ice slowly began to cover her foot with a thin layer. Isane, her fukutaicho, panicked and was about to step onto the iced floor to save her Taicho. Although, Retsu shook her head at the fukutaicho's attempts and gave her a weak smile, she then gave her foot a strong pull, making the ice shatter in pieces as it released her foot.
Turning her head away from her fukutaicho, Restu looked down at the young man and smiled. "Shiro-chan," she spoke up, wanting to reach out to the boy since it seemed that he was in a world of his own. "Shi-"
"Don't call me that," Toshiro said, cutting the woman off. His voice was harsh and cold, sending chills down the Shinigami's spine. As soon as he spoke those four words, he turned his head to face her, his teal eyes angry. "It's Hitsugaya and not Shiro-chan, understand?"
"Of course, Hitsugaya-kun." Unohana smiled, trying her best not to anger the boy even further. "Are you alright, Hitsugaya-kun?"
Her answer was silence, and that made her tense. The boy had always given an answer to her questions, even though they were rude.
"Hitsugaya-kun…"
"If you'll excuse me." Toshiro quietly said, standing up on his feet. "I must leave," he said in a cold tone, walking past Retsu and surpassing Isane. "I'm sorry about the ice," was the last thing he said before he disappeared out of their sight.
"Taicho?"
"Let us clean this mess before Hitsugaya-kun comes back. We wouldn't want him sleeping in a room covered with us, do we Isane?" smiled Retsu as she turned to face her fukutaicho.
"No, Taicho." The fukutaicho answered.
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Walking through the halls of the 4th division, Toshiro tried his best to ignore the looks that came from some of the members. The looks they gave him were ones that were surprised or frightened. He disliked that very much, although, Toshiro couldn't blame them. He did disappear for three years and now he's back walking amongst them when they thought he was dead.
With a sight, Toshiro finally found his way to the exit and left the 4th division. He only walked a few steps until someone called him.
"Hitsugaya-Taicho!"
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and crossed his arms, glaring at the woman who called him. "Matsumoto, I am not your Taicho anymore. Get that through your thick skull."
Putting her hands on looking down at the young man, Rangiku huffed. "You're so rude, Taicho! And you should get it through your own thick skull that you will always be my Taicho no matter what."
Irritated by that fact, he turned around, giving her his back and started to move again. He did hear her footsteps following his own, but he didn't care. Let her follow him, it wasn't like he was going to do something mysterious.
After what seemed to be fifteen minutes, Rangiku got bored. How could the Taicho stand all this silence?! She could handle it at first, but now it was bothering her. Deciding on what to do, she walked up next to the Taicho and smiled down at him. "Taiichooo, you just can't keep walking all day, huh?"
He merely looked up at her and glared. Who did she think she was, his mother?
"Matsumoto..."
"Yes, Taicho?" she answered gleefully, expecting the Taicho to tell her that they woulod be going back.
"Please, leave me alone."
Matsumoto stopped dead on her tracks and stared at the young boy as he kept on walking. She wasn't surprised at his request as he always used to tell her to leave him alone. But she was surprised at how he asked it. His eyes weren't on hers and he wasn't annoyed. Instead, he seemed off. As though he was in a world of his own.
Watching as he left her behind, she stood there in thought. What on earth could have made him like that? Was it how he was treated in Hueco Mundo? Was it ho-
Oh.
"Stupid, Rangiku!" she hissed at herself as she turned around and started to run towards the 4th division. While she ran, she wished she had a big hammer so she may thwack herself with it. How stupid could she be?! How could've she forgot about Hinamori?!
As she made it to the 4th division, she asked an 8th seat where the Taicho was and he stuttered that he had seen her with a couple of the 4th division members in Hitsugaya-Taicho's room. In a heartbeat, Rangiku quickly ran to the room and what she saw made her jaw almost drop to the floor.
The room was entirely covered in ice. It was beautiful, but it had a very strange sense to it.
"Are you sure, Retsu?"
"I'm positive, Shunsui. I'm amazed that you don't sense how much reaitsu this ice has. And, if you can see at how my men are trying to get the ice off of the walls it's impossible!"
"Unohana-san," spoke up Rangiku as she walked up beside the woman. With her were the 8th division Taicho, Kyoraku Shunsui and the 13th division Taicho, Ukitake Jushiro. Both men seemed as amazed as she was at the ice they were surrounded by.
"Ahh, Matsumoto!" Ukitake warmly smiled at the blonde's sudden appearance. "It is good to see you again," he smiled, looking up at the ceiling that was also covered in ice. "As you can tell, Matsumoto, we were just talking about this beautiful crystal ice that is covering this room. Amazing, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, Ukitake-Taicho," murmured Rangiku as her eyes wandered around the room. It seemed as though the whole room was covered in ice except a small spot that could've been enough for a boy to sit on.
Looking carefully at the spot, Matsumoto took a few steps towards it and bent down. The ice there had been much more less and it seemed that it had started from that spot. "Taicho…"
"Yes," cut off Retsu, looking back at Ukitake. "I've never seen something like this, Joshiro. And by that, I mean I've never seen Shiro-chan do such a thing. His reaitsu seemed to explode, covering the whole room in ice. "
With a sigh, the white haired man furrowed his brows and nodded his head. "I think you're right. It's the only explanation. But the real question is, what triggered it?"
Swallowing the huge lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat, Rangiku tried her best to smile. "I think… I th-think it's because of Hinamori," she quietly told them, standing on her feet again. "If you remember, Taicho had a close bond with Hinamori fukutaicho. And she died in battle, protecting him."
Never had that thought crossed any of the older Taicho's minds. It was all clear now. The boy had indeed been close to the deceased fukutaicho, so he would be affected by her death.
"Where's the boy now?" Asked Shunsui.
"He's walking alone. He asked me to leave him alone." Rangiku sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair.
Ukitake suddenly turned around and walked towards the door. The three Taicho's were confused of his action, making Shunsui call out for him, asking him what he was going to do?
"I'm going to go look for Shiro-chan. From the looks of this, and from Matsumoto tells us, I'm worried that Shiro-chan would lose control again. And we can't risk the people around him if something goes terribly wrong."
And with that, the white haired man walked out of the room, leaving the three Taicho's staring at each other, hoping nothing serious had happened.
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Toshiro wasn't aware of where he was going. He only went to where his feet took him. He didn't care if he collapsed right there where he was walking. He knew his body was weak, even though Unohana didn't tell him it was. He had realized that ice that had frozen the room was caused by his reaitsu. Why he caused it was still unknown to him. All he remembered was dreaming about Momo.
Momo…
Ugh. How he hated thinking about her at times, especially now. All he needed now was peace , quiet and blank. For once, he wished he never had a thought to think about. Even when he was being tortured in Hueco Mundo, he always managed to think about more than one thing.
"Damn it," he whispered, as he reminded himself that he was thinking too much again.
Taking a deep breath to clear his mind, Hitsugaya kept on walking, his eyes on the ground as to not catch attention, hopefully.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Someone asked with a laugh, as the grabbed Hitsugaya's collar. He did not expect that to happen, but as a reaction, he covered his face with his arms, wishing not to get beaten up. "Hitsugaya Toshiro! So the rumors are true, eh?" the man laughed some more.
Lowering his arms, he looked up to see who had grabbed him. With the shock he had been in, his eyes widened.
"Z-Zaraki Kenpachi."
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To be really honest, I'm not that satisfied with this chapter. I guess because it took me three days to write so it's a bit off. I was going to finish it yesterday, but i had a party so I had to delay. *sigh*
Comments? Complaints? You know I love them. =]
Author: Lizzie aka murderouslowlow
Genre: WHUMMPAAAAAGEEE/Action/Drama
Pairing(s): Nope. No pairings for Hitsu
Rating: PG13+
Warnings: Hitsu gets hurt a lot? lol.
Disclaimer: Not mine! All Kubo Tite's! I'm just playing in his sandbox when he's not watching. *CACKLE*
Summary: It's been three years since he had gone into the war. It's been three years since he was defeated by Ichimaru Gin. It's been three years since he's zunpakuto broke, making this dragon tattoo appear on his wrist. It's been three years since he's been a prisoner in Hueco Mundo. It's been three years since everyone in Seireitei thought he was dead.
"Shi-Shiro-chan."
"Hinamori!" shouted Hitsugaya, bolting up from his sleep. His eyes were wide as they fearfully darted at every corner around the room. His breaths were deep and panicky like as he ran both his shaking hands through his hair. Pulling his knees up to his chest, Toshiro buried his head between them and clung onto his white locks. This wasn't real. None of this was real. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he started to rock back and forth, calming himself down from that dream he had.
Momo isn't dead. She couldn't be dead. It was all a dream, a nightmare. He knew he was going to get up and find her outside, calling him by the name he disliked so much. She'd have her black hair in a bun like always and she'd be smiling down at him or even giggle.
But, she wasn't here. He had to face reality and realize that Hinamori Momo was dead. She was never going to come back. Never.
Hitsugaya clung onto his hair even more, almost tearing off its roots. "Hinamori," he whispered with a shiver, as more tears rolled down his cheeks. Toshiro didn't bother wiping them away. He kept denying that Hinamori was dead, but deep inside, he knew she was gone. She had died in the battle, trying to protect him.
She was protecting him.
With each passing moment, he felt more frustrated. It was his fault that she died like that. It was all his fault. Hitsugaya ran his hands through his hair again one more time and clung onto them while still rocking.
At that moment, Hitsugaya Toshiro was in a world of his own. He hadn't realized that wooden floors and walls of the room were covered in crystal ice. The room's temperature drastically dropped as the young man held onto himself. His thoughts of his old best friend haunted him. Her laughs, her giggles and the way she used to call out his name.
"Shiro-chaaaaaaaaaannn."
"Hi-Hinamori," he cried, his body starting to shiver more than it had been.
"Hitsugaya-kun!" called a voice behind the frozen door.
More bangs could be heard from behind the door as Toshiro didn't answer. "Hitsugaya-kun?! " the worried voice called again, hoping the young man would answer. Instead, he cried while holding himself as the room was again covered by another layer of ice. With time passing, the ice would be covered with another layer of ice, but he spot that Toshiro was sitting on, was untouched by the crystal looking ice. He had not known he was doing this, but he knew there was a cold breeze going through him. In some way the breeze comforted him. The cold comforted him.
Finally wiping his tears away and looking up, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. Was he in the ice land again? Was this a dream? But realizing that the spot he was on was not covered by ice, he knew he was in the infirmary in the 4th division.
Hitsugaya was amazed at the ice that had covered the room. It looked beautiful and calm and he wished it would stay like that for as long as it could. It made him forget about most things, and at the same time it made him feel at peace with himself.
The dragon inside him was satisfied as well.
It wasn't long until the door was blasted down, showing off a worried Unohana-Taicho and her Fukutaicho, Isane. Toshiro didn't turn his head to face both woman, but he looked in front of him, still marveling at the ice.
"Shiro-chan?" whispered Retsu, looking down at the ice that had frozen the floor. She had never seen such a thing. Well, she had seen something similar, but not something like this. Carefully, she stepped onto the ice covered floor with hope that she would not be frozen along with it. Her hope was soon crushed as the crystal ice slowly began to cover her foot with a thin layer. Isane, her fukutaicho, panicked and was about to step onto the iced floor to save her Taicho. Although, Retsu shook her head at the fukutaicho's attempts and gave her a weak smile, she then gave her foot a strong pull, making the ice shatter in pieces as it released her foot.
Turning her head away from her fukutaicho, Restu looked down at the young man and smiled. "Shiro-chan," she spoke up, wanting to reach out to the boy since it seemed that he was in a world of his own. "Shi-"
"Don't call me that," Toshiro said, cutting the woman off. His voice was harsh and cold, sending chills down the Shinigami's spine. As soon as he spoke those four words, he turned his head to face her, his teal eyes angry. "It's Hitsugaya and not Shiro-chan, understand?"
"Of course, Hitsugaya-kun." Unohana smiled, trying her best not to anger the boy even further. "Are you alright, Hitsugaya-kun?"
Her answer was silence, and that made her tense. The boy had always given an answer to her questions, even though they were rude.
"Hitsugaya-kun…"
"If you'll excuse me." Toshiro quietly said, standing up on his feet. "I must leave," he said in a cold tone, walking past Retsu and surpassing Isane. "I'm sorry about the ice," was the last thing he said before he disappeared out of their sight.
"Taicho?"
"Let us clean this mess before Hitsugaya-kun comes back. We wouldn't want him sleeping in a room covered with us, do we Isane?" smiled Retsu as she turned to face her fukutaicho.
"No, Taicho." The fukutaicho answered.
--
Walking through the halls of the 4th division, Toshiro tried his best to ignore the looks that came from some of the members. The looks they gave him were ones that were surprised or frightened. He disliked that very much, although, Toshiro couldn't blame them. He did disappear for three years and now he's back walking amongst them when they thought he was dead.
With a sight, Toshiro finally found his way to the exit and left the 4th division. He only walked a few steps until someone called him.
"Hitsugaya-Taicho!"
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and crossed his arms, glaring at the woman who called him. "Matsumoto, I am not your Taicho anymore. Get that through your thick skull."
Putting her hands on looking down at the young man, Rangiku huffed. "You're so rude, Taicho! And you should get it through your own thick skull that you will always be my Taicho no matter what."
Irritated by that fact, he turned around, giving her his back and started to move again. He did hear her footsteps following his own, but he didn't care. Let her follow him, it wasn't like he was going to do something mysterious.
After what seemed to be fifteen minutes, Rangiku got bored. How could the Taicho stand all this silence?! She could handle it at first, but now it was bothering her. Deciding on what to do, she walked up next to the Taicho and smiled down at him. "Taiichooo, you just can't keep walking all day, huh?"
He merely looked up at her and glared. Who did she think she was, his mother?
"Matsumoto..."
"Yes, Taicho?" she answered gleefully, expecting the Taicho to tell her that they woulod be going back.
"Please, leave me alone."
Matsumoto stopped dead on her tracks and stared at the young boy as he kept on walking. She wasn't surprised at his request as he always used to tell her to leave him alone. But she was surprised at how he asked it. His eyes weren't on hers and he wasn't annoyed. Instead, he seemed off. As though he was in a world of his own.
Watching as he left her behind, she stood there in thought. What on earth could have made him like that? Was it how he was treated in Hueco Mundo? Was it ho-
Oh.
"Stupid, Rangiku!" she hissed at herself as she turned around and started to run towards the 4th division. While she ran, she wished she had a big hammer so she may thwack herself with it. How stupid could she be?! How could've she forgot about Hinamori?!
As she made it to the 4th division, she asked an 8th seat where the Taicho was and he stuttered that he had seen her with a couple of the 4th division members in Hitsugaya-Taicho's room. In a heartbeat, Rangiku quickly ran to the room and what she saw made her jaw almost drop to the floor.
The room was entirely covered in ice. It was beautiful, but it had a very strange sense to it.
"Are you sure, Retsu?"
"I'm positive, Shunsui. I'm amazed that you don't sense how much reaitsu this ice has. And, if you can see at how my men are trying to get the ice off of the walls it's impossible!"
"Unohana-san," spoke up Rangiku as she walked up beside the woman. With her were the 8th division Taicho, Kyoraku Shunsui and the 13th division Taicho, Ukitake Jushiro. Both men seemed as amazed as she was at the ice they were surrounded by.
"Ahh, Matsumoto!" Ukitake warmly smiled at the blonde's sudden appearance. "It is good to see you again," he smiled, looking up at the ceiling that was also covered in ice. "As you can tell, Matsumoto, we were just talking about this beautiful crystal ice that is covering this room. Amazing, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, Ukitake-Taicho," murmured Rangiku as her eyes wandered around the room. It seemed as though the whole room was covered in ice except a small spot that could've been enough for a boy to sit on.
Looking carefully at the spot, Matsumoto took a few steps towards it and bent down. The ice there had been much more less and it seemed that it had started from that spot. "Taicho…"
"Yes," cut off Retsu, looking back at Ukitake. "I've never seen something like this, Joshiro. And by that, I mean I've never seen Shiro-chan do such a thing. His reaitsu seemed to explode, covering the whole room in ice. "
With a sigh, the white haired man furrowed his brows and nodded his head. "I think you're right. It's the only explanation. But the real question is, what triggered it?"
Swallowing the huge lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat, Rangiku tried her best to smile. "I think… I th-think it's because of Hinamori," she quietly told them, standing on her feet again. "If you remember, Taicho had a close bond with Hinamori fukutaicho. And she died in battle, protecting him."
Never had that thought crossed any of the older Taicho's minds. It was all clear now. The boy had indeed been close to the deceased fukutaicho, so he would be affected by her death.
"Where's the boy now?" Asked Shunsui.
"He's walking alone. He asked me to leave him alone." Rangiku sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair.
Ukitake suddenly turned around and walked towards the door. The three Taicho's were confused of his action, making Shunsui call out for him, asking him what he was going to do?
"I'm going to go look for Shiro-chan. From the looks of this, and from Matsumoto tells us, I'm worried that Shiro-chan would lose control again. And we can't risk the people around him if something goes terribly wrong."
And with that, the white haired man walked out of the room, leaving the three Taicho's staring at each other, hoping nothing serious had happened.
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Toshiro wasn't aware of where he was going. He only went to where his feet took him. He didn't care if he collapsed right there where he was walking. He knew his body was weak, even though Unohana didn't tell him it was. He had realized that ice that had frozen the room was caused by his reaitsu. Why he caused it was still unknown to him. All he remembered was dreaming about Momo.
Momo…
Ugh. How he hated thinking about her at times, especially now. All he needed now was peace , quiet and blank. For once, he wished he never had a thought to think about. Even when he was being tortured in Hueco Mundo, he always managed to think about more than one thing.
"Damn it," he whispered, as he reminded himself that he was thinking too much again.
Taking a deep breath to clear his mind, Hitsugaya kept on walking, his eyes on the ground as to not catch attention, hopefully.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Someone asked with a laugh, as the grabbed Hitsugaya's collar. He did not expect that to happen, but as a reaction, he covered his face with his arms, wishing not to get beaten up. "Hitsugaya Toshiro! So the rumors are true, eh?" the man laughed some more.
Lowering his arms, he looked up to see who had grabbed him. With the shock he had been in, his eyes widened.
"Z-Zaraki Kenpachi."
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To be really honest, I'm not that satisfied with this chapter. I guess because it took me three days to write so it's a bit off. I was going to finish it yesterday, but i had a party so I had to delay. *sigh*
Comments? Complaints? You know I love them. =]