I do not own Bleach nor any/all songs used throughout this fic.

Toshiro tried not to growl as he watched Momo snuggle under her boyfriends arm. He was currently sitting at their lunch table with Momo, her boyfriend Aizen, Karin, her brother Ichigo, and his girlfriend Rukia; and himself of course.

You see, everyone was waiting for the day Karin and Toshiro got together. Karin was obsessed with Toshiro, even though she hid it, but there was one key aspect missing. Toshiro didn't like Karin. He liked her as a friend, at best. And that was pushing it. He would admit he didn't mind playing soccer with her every now and again. But he could only stand her that long, at most.

He turned away when Rukia and Ichigo stared into each others eyes and started leaning forward, just in time to catch Aizen working his way up Momo's neck. As his lips moved slowly across her porcelain cheek, he neared closer and closer to her mouth. Toshiro felt his eye start twitching, a burning anger, and, dare he say it, envy, building and swelling in the pit of his stomach.

Turning away so he could look at them a bit more discreetly, he just caught site of Momo turning away from her boyfriend. A small frown of confusion spread on his face, but Momo's voice kept him from dwelling on her strange behavior.

"Shiro-chan, can you explain the science project to me again? I still don't understand it…" Hitsugaya felt the corner of his mouth twitch up, but he pulled his stoic mask back in place.

"Baka, its Hitsugaya. I'll tell you again later. We have more classes right now, plus I have an assignment to work on." Momo's head cocked to the side, nearly sure he had finished all the homework he had received for the week so far.

Toshiro simply stared out the window, ignoring the feeling of her eyes on his cheek. He fought to keep the warm glow he felt trying to grow on his cheeks. Momo sighed and turned to stare at the window.


When Toshiro finally got home, he went strait to his room and fell onto his bed. He simply needed time to think, he didn't have an assignment. Sighing, he sat back up thinking 'Momo, when are you going to realize I'm what you need? Aizen isn't what your looking for…You need someone who can and will protect you, someone who simply wanted to be with you because they love you; someone who knows you better then anyone else; someone who doesn't expect anything from you. Aizen isn't any of that, especially for you Momo. He wants more then you are willing to give. It doesn't take a genius to see that.' And by nearly everyone's standards, he was a genius.

He sighed, a feeling he was familiar with building in his chest. He let his feelings out in one of the many things he has written to let his feelings out; songs.

"Somewhere there's speaking

It's already coming in

Oh and it's rising

At the back of your mind

You never could get it

Unless you were fed it"

It was purely and simply Momo. She never understands anything unless she is told, and that seemed to be his job. He was always the one to inform her of things, especially if it would end up hurting her feelings.

"Now you're here

And you don't know why"

She never really understood how she got to where she is in life. She always wondered what would have happened if she had chosen a different path. It was such a dangerous thing at times…

"But under skinned knees and the

Skid marks

Past the places

Where you used to learn

You howl and listen

Listen and wait for the

Echoes of angels who won't return"

She was always being wounded by careless words; Aizen telling her she needed to grow up, and that she needed to open up more. She had never even let him kiss her… She was growing. She was finally learning to be more independent; more willing to admit where she needs work, or if she needs help. She was always wondering if their beloved Granny would've approved of her answers, or her boyfriend. She wishes she was still alive to talk to…but it wasn't possible.

"He's everything you want

He's everything you need

He's everything inside of you

That you wish you could be

He says all the right things

At exactly the right time

But he means nothing to you

And you don't know why"

Toshiro liked to think he was everything she wanted, needed, and wished she could be. He always kept quite when she was upset, and as soon as she was calm enough, he was able to get an answer, or a problem, out of her; if he hadn't already known. And of course, he always had a way to calm her down, even if it was simply by holding her or being there for her. He thought for sure he didn't mean anything to her. At least, not in the way he wanted. She loved Aizen, and Aizen at least…liked her. Toshiro was left in the cold, while he had to watch the girl he loved, love someone else.

To the world, she may be one person, but to him, she was his world. But if she was happy, he was happy; even if it hurt sometimes.

"You're waiting for someone

To put you together

You're waiting for someone

To push you away

There's always another

Wound to discover

There's always something more

You wish he'd say"

No matter what, Aizen never seemed to like her for her. Yeah, he liked her, but he was just going to hurt her in the end. He never said he loved her; not once. He didn't care about her, not really. He just wanted to take advantage of her while he could. Toshiro hated Aizen.

He continued singing as he wrote down the lyrics, grateful he still remembered them. He had them written down previously, but somehow he had misplaced it. He felt a lot better afterwards, seeing his feelings on a piece of paper no one would ever see. Once he finished writing the lyrics, he started singing again from the beginning. He continued until he was finished, feeling a light, floating feeling. Letting his feelings out, especially through singing, always made him feel better. Especially when it came to Momo…

Sighing, Toshiro headed back downstairs, tucking the song lyrics into his back pocket as he rushed down the steps. Opening his fridge, he searched for something to eat as he grabbed his phone. Dialing in a familiar number, he pulled out some lunch meat before closing the fridge.

"Shiro-chan! Can I come over? My family is being really…loud." He could hear the relief in her voice, peaking his curiosity.

He raised an eyebrow, even though he knew she couldn't see him, and said "Whatever. Come on over…and come alone." Momo mumbled a response, before the dial tone reached Hitsugaya's ears. He decided to eat his sandwich as he waited, and before he knew it, a resounding knock was echoing around the empty house.

He opened the door, motioning her into his house soundlessly. Momo smiled cutely at him, saying "Shiro-chan, you have perfect timing." Toshiro stared at her a minute, debating with himself, before simply motioning up the stairs. She nodded, heading up the stairs. Momo had been to his house countless times, though she hadn't been in his room in over a year.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, Toshiro led the way by veering left, turning right into the doorway at the end of the hall. He left he door opened behind them, knowing small things like that could frighten her at times. He settled onto his bed, motioning for Hinamori to do the same.

"You changed your room a lot since the last time I saw it. It seemed…happier before." Toshiro tilted his head down, a dark cloud covering his eyes. He sighed, standing up and walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer, slipping his lyrics out from his pocket and tossing them in. Momo glanced around the room once again, but she didn't seem uncomfortable with her surroundings. Finally, she slipped her backpack off and took out her science book. Toshiro sighed and settled back down beside her.

He breathed in her intoxicating scent, letting it fill his senses for a moment. Blinking his eyes quickly, he took his mind off of her presence and instead on the current predicament they found themselves in. And he didn't mean the homework.

"Why did you say I have perfect timing?" Momo looked around nervously, biting her lip.

Finally, she said "Well, Aizen snuck into my room, you know, through that one window you can climb to from the ground floor…You know the one. Anyway, he sort of…tackled me onto my bed. He tried kissing me, saying something along the lines of 'why do only you get to know where that…..w-white haired shrimp lives? What is it with you two?' Shiro-chan, I was about to yell at him for what he said about you. Before I had the chance, though, you called. If I would've yelled at him, he would've gotten mad, and who knows what he would have done…." Momo shivered and turned away, her eyes downcast.

Toshiro's face softened as he pulled a small blue blanket off of his bed. He wrapped it around both of them as he brought her into a hug.

She started crying softly, mumbling "S-Shiro-chan, what if-w-what if…what if he gets mad and something h-happens? What if he hurts me, or…or…" Toshiro knew what she was thinking, and he hated it.

He hugged her tighter to him, lifting her onto his lap. After a moment, he pushed her down to the bed, underneath him. She let out a quiet squeal, than relaxed. More tears came pouring from her eyes, and it took all Hitsugaya had not to kiss them away.

Sighing, he whispered "Bed-wetter, its okay. I won't let him lay a hand on you. He won't do anything to you, trust me. All you have to do is trust me. Please Momo, stop crying. Shhh, it's alright." Momo snuggled her face into his chest, more tears falling past her chocolate eyes.

Toshiro moved slightly, pulling back just enough to see her face clearly. He leaned closer, close enough that their foreheads were touching. Momo opened her eyes wide as she looked at him, but they soon drifted shut. She leaned up slightly, letting her lips brush against his cheek. Toshiro's eyes widened, heat rising to his cheeks.

Letting his eyes fall back to normal, he swallowed thickly. Her lips were so tempting in this position, especially after he had felt them pressed against his cheek. He had an even more intense urge to lick her delicate cheeks, leaving a different liquid on them to take place of the drying tears. Momo stared wide eyed at him, before frowning slightly as Toshiro rolled off of her.

She sighed, saying "I'm sorry Shiro-chan; I'm being a bother…" Toshiro nuzzled into her neck, hugging her from his position beside her.

"Never Bed-wetter. You've never been a bother to me." Momo blushed slightly, staring into his eyes. Blinking a few times, she turned and buried her head into his chest, gathering as much warmth as she could.

Toshiro held back a small smile, speaking his thoughts "Hey Hinamori, shouldn't we start the science homework now?" Toshiro could feel her tighten her grip on him, before suddenly her grip went slack. He turned down to face her, his eyes widening as he took in her closed eyes and relaxed breathing.

He watched her sleep for a few moments, before taking her shoulders in a light grip. He shifted her body away from his, using a bit of force once she clung to his warm body. After finally getting free, he watched as she turned to her other side, curling around her portion of the blanket and using his to cover her. He stood up and watched her for a moment, making sure she wasn't going to wake up, before leaving the room, leaving her to sleep in his bed.


Okay, first things first. I had this story posted previously, but took it down. Second, I revised it just now, so I hope it's better this time around. Please, do review if you liked it, because I don't want to waste time revising what is done of the story for no one.

So, the song used in the story is Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon.

I really, Really hope you enjoyed it so far, please let me know…

Review! Thanks to any and all readers. Until next time!