Heart Strings (Bleach, Aizen/Hinamori, PG)
Title: Heart Strings
Author: sophiap
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 664
Summary: Even now, Momo follows the red string that binds her to Aizen.
A/N: For the prompt Bleach, Aizen/Hinamori: author's choice - the prettiest red ribbons
Momo tried to say something, but she was just too tired. Too tired, and her heart hurt and her memories kept jumbling and tumbling together.
There was something important she had to remember. Something important she needed to tell Shiro-chan, but she thought maybe she had already told him. Yes. She remembered telling him. Good. Maybe she could sleep.
Momo held up her left hand, pinky jutting out and all her other fingers curled in.
"...and Granny said there's an invisible red string tied right here," she said, wiggling her pinky finger. "And if you follow it to its other end, and find the person it's tied to, that's your one true love."
Shiro-chan looked up at her in exasperation.
"But if it's invisible, how can you follow it? And how do you know it's red?"
Momo stuck her tongue out at him. He was such a baby. How could he possibly understand?
No. No, that wasn't it. That was something else. Something else a long time ago. It was a long time ago, and she was lying on the floor and it was wet and she really needed to get up.
In a few minutes. Maybe ten. Just a little sleep.
Then she could go find Shiro-chan and tell him that Aizen-taichou was alive and it was all a mistake. All a dream. Her eyes fluttered shut.
She was so happy.
Aizen-taichou insisted on tying on her new armband. He was very gentle about it, but later that night, she would have trouble undoing the knot.
"I'm proud to have you by my side, Hinamori-kun." He rested a hand on her head, and she flushed at the weight and warmth of it.
She was so happy. Happier than she'd ever been in her life.
Even when he walked away to go congratulate his former subordinate on his promotion to Captain of the Third Division Momo was still happy.
Her hands remained perfectly still as she watched him go, but she thought she felt the barest tug at her pinky finger.
The red string--she felt her heart flutter wildly as the thought formed itself--the red string would keep her connected to him. No matter where he went.
No. No, it wasn't just a dream, but it wasn't all right. Aizen-taichou was gone now, and her heart hurt.
Where was he? What had happened to him? He was alive, he was dead, Ichimaru had done something to him, yes...
She was so tired. So tired and her blood continued to seep out and spread across the floor.
Momo supposed she should do something about that.
They couldn't just expect her to do nothing after Aizen-taichou had been killed. Could they?
It was even more unimaginable that she should do nothing after Rangiku had given her Aizen-taichou's last letter. The words made no sense it couldn't be Shiro-chan, it couldn't but she recognized the writing. She even knew the scent.
The letter was as heavy in her hands as Aizen-taichou's hand had been on her head. It pulled.
It took only a second to destroy the wall of her cell. They had only thought of keeping others out, not keeping her in.
Wherever Aizen-taichou led, she had to follow. A connection made by fate couldn't be untied, could't be cut, by something as simple as death.
The red string tied to her finger and to her heart would lead her.
Red pooled out, guided by the curve of her arm until it reached her outstretched hand. Her left hand, with its fingers curled under with only the pinky sticking out more or less straight.
And now, a beautiful, gleaming red ribbon stretched out from her pinky and out into the growing darkness.
It was growing much darker. Her eyes fell the rest of the way closed.
But as long as the ribbon was there, as long as it would lead her to Aizen-taichou...
Everything would be all right.
The ribbon grew longer. Momo slept.
Author: sophiap
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 664
Summary: Even now, Momo follows the red string that binds her to Aizen.
A/N: For the prompt Bleach, Aizen/Hinamori: author's choice - the prettiest red ribbons
Momo tried to say something, but she was just too tired. Too tired, and her heart hurt and her memories kept jumbling and tumbling together.
There was something important she had to remember. Something important she needed to tell Shiro-chan, but she thought maybe she had already told him. Yes. She remembered telling him. Good. Maybe she could sleep.
Momo held up her left hand, pinky jutting out and all her other fingers curled in.
"...and Granny said there's an invisible red string tied right here," she said, wiggling her pinky finger. "And if you follow it to its other end, and find the person it's tied to, that's your one true love."
Shiro-chan looked up at her in exasperation.
"But if it's invisible, how can you follow it? And how do you know it's red?"
Momo stuck her tongue out at him. He was such a baby. How could he possibly understand?
No. No, that wasn't it. That was something else. Something else a long time ago. It was a long time ago, and she was lying on the floor and it was wet and she really needed to get up.
In a few minutes. Maybe ten. Just a little sleep.
Then she could go find Shiro-chan and tell him that Aizen-taichou was alive and it was all a mistake. All a dream. Her eyes fluttered shut.
She was so happy.
Aizen-taichou insisted on tying on her new armband. He was very gentle about it, but later that night, she would have trouble undoing the knot.
"I'm proud to have you by my side, Hinamori-kun." He rested a hand on her head, and she flushed at the weight and warmth of it.
She was so happy. Happier than she'd ever been in her life.
Even when he walked away to go congratulate his former subordinate on his promotion to Captain of the Third Division Momo was still happy.
Her hands remained perfectly still as she watched him go, but she thought she felt the barest tug at her pinky finger.
The red string--she felt her heart flutter wildly as the thought formed itself--the red string would keep her connected to him. No matter where he went.
No. No, it wasn't just a dream, but it wasn't all right. Aizen-taichou was gone now, and her heart hurt.
Where was he? What had happened to him? He was alive, he was dead, Ichimaru had done something to him, yes...
She was so tired. So tired and her blood continued to seep out and spread across the floor.
Momo supposed she should do something about that.
They couldn't just expect her to do nothing after Aizen-taichou had been killed. Could they?
It was even more unimaginable that she should do nothing after Rangiku had given her Aizen-taichou's last letter. The words made no sense it couldn't be Shiro-chan, it couldn't but she recognized the writing. She even knew the scent.
The letter was as heavy in her hands as Aizen-taichou's hand had been on her head. It pulled.
It took only a second to destroy the wall of her cell. They had only thought of keeping others out, not keeping her in.
Wherever Aizen-taichou led, she had to follow. A connection made by fate couldn't be untied, could't be cut, by something as simple as death.
The red string tied to her finger and to her heart would lead her.
Red pooled out, guided by the curve of her arm until it reached her outstretched hand. Her left hand, with its fingers curled under with only the pinky sticking out more or less straight.
And now, a beautiful, gleaming red ribbon stretched out from her pinky and out into the growing darkness.
It was growing much darker. Her eyes fell the rest of the way closed.
But as long as the ribbon was there, as long as it would lead her to Aizen-taichou...
Everything would be all right.
The ribbon grew longer. Momo slept.