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ajremixTitle: The End of Endurance
Series: Bleach
Rating: PG for the implied cruelty of human nature
Word Count: 449
Character: Hitsugaya and minor Rangiku
Summary: If the spirit in the afterlife is a reflection of the body just before death, what could happen to cause a child to die? Working on the assumption that Hitsugaya is an albino.
Five years she had endured. Five years he had endured, though he knew no other way to live.
“Monster,” he was called, “beast”, “demon child”, “ghost”. He never knew the feel of the sun in the meadow or fields in bloom because she was afraid of what might happen if he went into the world. The only sky he saw the ruled by the moon and the stars, and felt only the cold chill of the night.
He was alone in this world because no one could stand the sight of him. His father had left but mother, equally shunned for begetting this living specter, was the only warmth he had ever known.
But those days of peace were finally at an end. The winter was strong and the harvest was bad and the animals were sick. This they blamed on him and those cruel words turned to even crueler actions. Their home was burned down and his mother chased away by rocks and sticks. She carried him tightly and they were both too afraid to cry in their flight.
The others were coming, though, their curses flying out where their torches couldn’t reach. She peered down at her tiny child with a smile that shimmered through tears.
“My dear little one.” She said. “Pure like newly fallen snow, bright as all the stars in heaven. Forgive your wretched mother, Yukihiro, for the pain she must cause you.” Her kiss upon his white brow was gentle and warm. “But she will join you soon.”
She flung the child off the cliff, a falling pearl gleaming into the darkness. Pain and cold claimed him and he wailed, even when his body was no longer able to wail.
But she never came for him.
~*~*~*~
“Taichou.”
He curled, trying to protect himself from the cold and the dark.
“Hitsugaya-taichou.”
His eyes eased open and the dark ran away, but the cold still laid claim to his body.
“You shouldn’t sleep at your desk, Hitsugaya-taichou. Especially in this weather.” His eyes were dark blurs on a pale face, he leaned on his elbows to look up at his vice-captain. Rangiku merely smiled at him. “You’ll get sick, you know.”
Trying to find words in the stillness of his mouth he managed, “Work….”
“It will be here tomorrow.” He looked up again as a thick blanket was laid to rest across his back. Rangiku’s hand was warm and comforting against his shoulder. “Go to bed.”
He shifted and leaned closer to Rangiku, trying to rediscover that familiar warmth and memory that drifted like ghosts along the edge of his mind.
“Taichou?”
But the dream was already lost. He had, once again, no mother.
Series: Bleach
Rating: PG for the implied cruelty of human nature
Word Count: 449
Character: Hitsugaya and minor Rangiku
Summary: If the spirit in the afterlife is a reflection of the body just before death, what could happen to cause a child to die? Working on the assumption that Hitsugaya is an albino.
Five years she had endured. Five years he had endured, though he knew no other way to live.
“Monster,” he was called, “beast”, “demon child”, “ghost”. He never knew the feel of the sun in the meadow or fields in bloom because she was afraid of what might happen if he went into the world. The only sky he saw the ruled by the moon and the stars, and felt only the cold chill of the night.
He was alone in this world because no one could stand the sight of him. His father had left but mother, equally shunned for begetting this living specter, was the only warmth he had ever known.
But those days of peace were finally at an end. The winter was strong and the harvest was bad and the animals were sick. This they blamed on him and those cruel words turned to even crueler actions. Their home was burned down and his mother chased away by rocks and sticks. She carried him tightly and they were both too afraid to cry in their flight.
The others were coming, though, their curses flying out where their torches couldn’t reach. She peered down at her tiny child with a smile that shimmered through tears.
“My dear little one.” She said. “Pure like newly fallen snow, bright as all the stars in heaven. Forgive your wretched mother, Yukihiro, for the pain she must cause you.” Her kiss upon his white brow was gentle and warm. “But she will join you soon.”
She flung the child off the cliff, a falling pearl gleaming into the darkness. Pain and cold claimed him and he wailed, even when his body was no longer able to wail.
But she never came for him.
~*~*~*~
“Taichou.”
He curled, trying to protect himself from the cold and the dark.
“Hitsugaya-taichou.”
His eyes eased open and the dark ran away, but the cold still laid claim to his body.
“You shouldn’t sleep at your desk, Hitsugaya-taichou. Especially in this weather.” His eyes were dark blurs on a pale face, he leaned on his elbows to look up at his vice-captain. Rangiku merely smiled at him. “You’ll get sick, you know.”
Trying to find words in the stillness of his mouth he managed, “Work….”
“It will be here tomorrow.” He looked up again as a thick blanket was laid to rest across his back. Rangiku’s hand was warm and comforting against his shoulder. “Go to bed.”
He shifted and leaned closer to Rangiku, trying to rediscover that familiar warmth and memory that drifted like ghosts along the edge of his mind.
“Taichou?”
But the dream was already lost. He had, once again, no mother.
