Hey guys! It's been a while, I know. I've just been really busy with school. Applying for college is no joke, people. Anyway, I've been working on this fic for a really long time now, and I'm still no where near done. Sigh. Well, here it is. I hope you like! ^_^
I don't own Bleach. If I did, Rukia would have appeared and knocked some sense into Ichigo. If you're caught up on the manga, you know what I'm talking about!
When he suddenly climbed through her window, she almost drop-kicked him.
"Jesus, Toshiro," she hissed. "What the hell? You can't just come through a window like that!"
"Sorry. Did I scare you?" He smirked, not looking apologetic at all.
Karin scoffed. "No. I just almost kung fu-ed your ass."
Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow slowly. "Must you be so vulgar?"
She crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Must you piss me off?"
He sighed then, unceremoniously grabbing her by her waist and shunpoing to the roof of the house.
Karin exhaled slowly when her feet touched the shingles. "I told you to warn me when you do that."
"Sorry." He sat down, immediately distracted by the stars.
She sat down next to him, trying to watch him without being too obvious. It had been three months since the last time he visited her, and she couldn't help herself. Though she wouldn't admit it, she enjoyed his company.
"What brings you here this time?" Karin asked.
His turquoise eyes shifted from the sky to her. "Matsumoto wanted to go shopping here and I came to make sure she wouldn't max out my credit card."
"You have a credit card?" She asked, confused.
"All captains do. It's so we can buy what we need in the human world."
"Oh. Why does Rangiku-san have it?"
He sighed. "I lost a bet. I would rather not talk about it."
She grinned, wondering if she could wheedle it out of him. A sudden gust of wind sent her hair whipping around her face.
"Jeez," she huffed, pushing it back into place.
"You grew out your hair," Hitsugaya observed.
"Yeah," she replied. Before it had barely grazed her chin, but now it flowed to her shoulders. "Don't tell me you just figured that out, Toshiro."
He didn't answer, just continued to look at her.
"I've been too lazy to get it cut, but it really is a pain in my ass," Karin rambled on. "If I knew it wouldn't look shitty I would do it myself."
"No," he suddenly said.
She eyed him strangely. "What do you mean, no?"
His hand snaked out, and he lazily wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger. "I think…I like it long. It looks good this way." Then, as if he hadn't just made her stop breathing, he took his hand back and returned his gaze to the sky.
Karin coughed awkwardly, trying to ignore her twisting stomach. "W-Well what about you, Toshiro?"
Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow.
"Your hair defies gravity! What do you do, use a lot of gel or something?"
He stared at her blankly for a second, and then smirked.
Her eyes popped open.
The sun streamed in through the window, and a quick glance showed that Yuzu was already downstairs.
Karin sat up, sighing. What had made her dream of that? That had happened six months ago.
Ever since she met him at age ten, Toshiro came to visit her when he was in the area. It wasn't often, but when he did, they would just sit and talk about nothing.
That dream was anything but—it had actually happened, and it was the last time that she saw him.
Getting out of bed, Karin raked her fingers through her hair, which now reached her lower back.
Great. Now she was pissed.
A/N: Just a little intro. I know it's not much yet, but review and let me know what you think so far. Thanks!