Sweet Nothings
Title: Sweet Nothings
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Kira Izuru/Hinamori Momo
Summary: "She wasn't thinking straight in the first place," he tries to assure Hitsugaya, but he knows that he could say the same about himself.
Author's Notes: Waiting for my claim at 5trueloves to be accepted, but here you go in the meantime.
His world has been shattered.
Kira doesn’t understand why he keeps trying to put it back together when there’s nothing to hold the pieces together, but he knows that he must do it somehow, if not for his sake, then for her’s.
It’s strange how their wavelengths have merged since meeting one another, even if they had been separated for a considerable amount of time. Their emotions, thoughts, fears…they all matched up at the same points in their lives, and considering their respective distinguishing traits, it was shocking to know that they felt the same about the disturbingly similar events that had occurred.
He acknowledges this with no difficulty and he can’t understand why she doesn’t simply admit that they’re more tied together than they initially thought. His weaker optimistic side hopes that she does know and she’s simply playing oblivious, but the notion is so ridiculously farfetched that he knows it can’t be true. No matter how strong that pessimistic side of him is, he continues to be foolish against his better judgment.
He whispers meaningless apologies and half-hearted lies (“You should’ve thought before you attacked” “You should start listening to your superiors”)
(“I’m the one who should be in that bed”)
-before he senses Hitsugaya Tôshirô’s reiatsu.
He quickly silences himself, still unable to tear his eyes away from her hauntingly serene face. Narrowing his eyes, he turns around reluctantly and bows.
“Hitsugaya-taichô.”
Thank God he’s bowing; the disdain in his eyes is probably intense enough to make even Yamamoto flinch. After ascertaining that his expression is safe enough to show without being shamed, he stands up.
“Kira…” Hitsugaya strides over next to him, staring at Hinamori critically. His blood boils; how dare he look over her like she was merchandise? “How long have you been here?”
The question genuinely catches him off guard, and his eyes widen slightly before answering. “I don’t know.”
“Hm.” He backs away from Hinamori and turns his gaze towards him. “Unohana doesn’t know when she’ll be awake. Definitely not anytime soon.”
A painful lump forms in his throat and he tries to block out the words, but he fails. “Her injuries are that severe?” he asks quietly, trying to quell his shaking hands. He shouldn’t be trembling so hard; hell, he shouldn’t be doing a lot of things, but he’s doing them anyway.
Hitsugaya nods. “Then again, the stress you caused her didn’t exactly help, either.”
“She wasn’t thinking straight in the first place,” he tries to assure him, but he knows he could say the same thing about himself, and Hitsugaya no doubt calls him on this.
He quirks an eyebrow curiously and scowls. “Really, Kira? Didn’t you say the same thing about yourself?”
An intense silence electrifies the air, making it difficult to breathe; he holds it in until Hitsugaya leaves.
Once he’s gone, he breathes again and turns his attention back to Hinamori. He wants nothing more to reach out and touch her, but it would be a sin for someone like him to even think of it.
He wants nothing more than to hope for her forgiveness, but he knows that it would be too much to ask.
He would gladly give up everything he had, everything he wanted and wished for, just to see her smile again, just to take her away from that traitor’s grasp.
But he is powerless and can’t do anything, so he sits there and continues to whisper sweet nothings that she will never hear.