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Title: Creed
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG? Maybe?
Word Count: 486
Characters: Hitsugaya and Hinamori
Summary: Inspired by Kubo-sensei’s side story. Takes part a few days after
They were sitting on the steps, talking and laughing like they always did. He wasn't with them. He never was.
"Don't you want any tea?" They'd ask. He'd say 'no'.
"Aw, come on, Shirou-chan." And he'd say 'stop calling me that'.
Before whenever she'd come back he'd take to the forest- wild child that he was. Until that long period of time came around, anyway, when she didn't return. He would sit on the roof, day after day, just happening to look in the direction of the gates. But he would never see her.
And when she finally did come back, he just snorted and turned away from her bright greeting. But he stayed on the roof and listened to her tell her story. He listened to her close encounter and how her team had swallowed back their fears.
He listened and he felt a cold anger stewing. What kind of stupid teammates did she have that would let her run back into danger like that? Didn't they have any sense at all? The more he listened the colder and harsher his anger got. But when she had left to go see all her friends and neighbors, he still sat on the roof and he glared.
Dwelling on the issue actually drove him to want to speak with her, waiting impatiently till she wore herself out playing with the neighborhood kids.
She crawled through the tiny house, beaming beautifully through her exhaustion, sliding the doors behind her silently, open and closed. As she slid back another door, she found him standing there, towering over her, arms crossed.
Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him tiredly and smiled. Smiling, so proud in her academy uniform.
Everything else in his mind left him to the regathering of that cold anger. His fingers tightened against his crossed arms. "You're such an idiot."
At his biting remark, her smile fell to confusion. "Huh?"
"What's the point in being a Shinigami? They're all weak, you saw that!"
"Not all of them. That captain of the 5th-"
"Not /everyone/ will be a captain. And they won't always be there!" His teeth gritted tightly. "They're all weak and you'll be weak right with them!"
For the first time in a long while he saw her frown. "I won't be weak."
"Yes you will. Just like you were then."
"I'm still a first-year."
"When you're told to run, run. The only thing the weak can do is die."
His worry spoken, he turned sharply and left her in his wake, reeling.
"Shirou-chan! Shirou-chan, wait!"
And still she persevered. And still she put herself in danger.
He wouldn't deny that he worried, but he hated it- waiting and waiting, wondering if she'd ever come back.
When he finally got tired of the frustration, he had already made his decision:
To have her around such weak people..... he thought. I won't have it.
hyourinmaru, I'm still working on yours :P This is still old stuff that's already up at kurosaki_clinicTitle: Creed
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG? Maybe?
Word Count: 486
Characters: Hitsugaya and Hinamori
Summary: Inspired by Kubo-sensei’s side story. Takes part a few days after
They were sitting on the steps, talking and laughing like they always did. He wasn't with them. He never was.
"Don't you want any tea?" They'd ask. He'd say 'no'.
"Aw, come on, Shirou-chan." And he'd say 'stop calling me that'.
Before whenever she'd come back he'd take to the forest- wild child that he was. Until that long period of time came around, anyway, when she didn't return. He would sit on the roof, day after day, just happening to look in the direction of the gates. But he would never see her.
And when she finally did come back, he just snorted and turned away from her bright greeting. But he stayed on the roof and listened to her tell her story. He listened to her close encounter and how her team had swallowed back their fears.
He listened and he felt a cold anger stewing. What kind of stupid teammates did she have that would let her run back into danger like that? Didn't they have any sense at all? The more he listened the colder and harsher his anger got. But when she had left to go see all her friends and neighbors, he still sat on the roof and he glared.
Dwelling on the issue actually drove him to want to speak with her, waiting impatiently till she wore herself out playing with the neighborhood kids.
She crawled through the tiny house, beaming beautifully through her exhaustion, sliding the doors behind her silently, open and closed. As she slid back another door, she found him standing there, towering over her, arms crossed.
Sitting back on her heels, she looked up at him tiredly and smiled. Smiling, so proud in her academy uniform.
Everything else in his mind left him to the regathering of that cold anger. His fingers tightened against his crossed arms. "You're such an idiot."
At his biting remark, her smile fell to confusion. "Huh?"
"What's the point in being a Shinigami? They're all weak, you saw that!"
"Not all of them. That captain of the 5th-"
"Not /everyone/ will be a captain. And they won't always be there!" His teeth gritted tightly. "They're all weak and you'll be weak right with them!"
For the first time in a long while he saw her frown. "I won't be weak."
"Yes you will. Just like you were then."
"I'm still a first-year."
"When you're told to run, run. The only thing the weak can do is die."
His worry spoken, he turned sharply and left her in his wake, reeling.
"Shirou-chan! Shirou-chan, wait!"
And still she persevered. And still she put herself in danger.
He wouldn't deny that he worried, but he hated it- waiting and waiting, wondering if she'd ever come back.
When he finally got tired of the frustration, he had already made his decision:
To have her around such weak people..... he thought. I won't have it.
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Date: 2004-07-16 03:24 am (UTC)I've read this one before and personally, I think it's very good. Hitsugaya's way of showing that he cares is very cool!