Author's Notes: I hope that after the long time I haven't written anything or updated at all, I have one way or the other improved my writing. This would probably the last story I would post in all categories.

I feel like I've been neglecting Bleach and I was inspired this morning to write a short something for Hitsugaya and Hinamori. To clear up any possible confusion, the "she" here is Hinamori. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.


She could hear the cracking sounds around her, softly at first as if hesitating; but, as she caught a glimpse of the stretcher the once gentle cracking sounds were replaced by the ear-splitting shattering of glass. She wanted to scream out to him but her throat felt dry and parched and her eyes were heavy. She felt like fading away, she couldn't feel her limbs even though she was walking. Or was she?

Tiny droplets of scarlet blood turned pinkish as it hit the snow-covered grounds of Sereitei. She froze and looked down, to her feet. She was barefooted, her toes turning into an unhealthy blue color. How could there be snow, in the middle of June? She became aware of her breath, short and hurried and the pounding of her heart against her chest, like it wanted to break out of her chest and fly away. She was shivering. An odd salty taste reached her mouth and her vision clouded. Tears, she realized, she was crying; but why?

She began to walk again, towards the fourth division. She wanted to see him, she wanted him to look at her with eyes that always looked angry, but she knew what emotions were locked within them. She had to reassure herself that he wouldn't leave her in the confusion that was drowning her. She didn't want to be left alone.


The world around her was spinning. Who is it? She wanted to ask, but her eyes were turning glassy and she vaguely remembered falling into the blood-trailed snow. "Cold…" she murmured.

"Oi, wake up Momo."

She jumped out of bed. "Shiro-chan?" She looked at the shorter captain standing at the foot of her futon with an annoyed look on his face. She hastily wiped the trail of tears on her face. Was she dreaming all this time? She watched him as he frowned, "Why are you crying again Hinamori?"

She blinked at his annoyed tone. "I wasn't crying!" she protested. She looked away from him and huffed, pulling her shinigami robe from it place on the table and idly slipping her arms into the sleeves then tying the robe securely at her waist.

"It'd be okay." He softly said.


"Whatever it was you've been dreaming about. It won't happen to me."

Just like that, she could feel the tears stinging her eyes again. She reached out a hand and clutched his sleeve, head down as she cried. "I know it won't."