kinkfest | Through Rose Colored Glasses [Bleach, Hitsugaya/Hinamori, T] (Reply)

Title: Through Rose Colored Glasses
Rating: T
Warnings: language
Word count: 495
Prompt: Bleach, Hinamori/Hitsugaya: Cruelty/pain - "you give me truth, I choose illusion"
Summary: A visit to the cell goes awry when both childhood friends are so stubborn.

She didn’t know why Hitsugaya was so stubborn.

All she could understand was that he was rejecting the truth: Aizen has been manipulated and he was a different person when he’s around her. All the gentle smiles and kind tutoring for her, how can it be all lies?

They often talked with each other, even though what started as a usual conversation generally escalated in to a fight, and eventually both would end up saying things that they regret. In the end, the guards needed to interfere, and it ended abruptly, Hinamori nearly in tears, and Hitsugaya falling to obstinate silence.

She watched him fidgeting through the narrow opening of the white wall of the Tower of Penitence today, green eyes focusing sharply on her.“How are you today?”

“Are you still on it?”

“Hitsugaya-kun,” she reached over, trying to caress the wound on his cheek.

He grumbled, shook his head and looked away after pushing her hand away. “I can’t believe this.”

“If only you’d listen,” Hinamori sighed, leaning her forehead to the tower’s wall. “Are you doing this just to hurt me?”

“I’m only stating the facts,” he paused, gazing at the sky, “even after everything he has done, do you still believe him more?”

She knew Hitsugaya’s last line went differently inside their minds, but her answer would hurt him even more. “Shiro-chan--”

“Than me?”

“Please--”

“Leave him be, Hinamori-kun.”

They turned their sole attention to Aizen as he emerged and parted his way through the Arrancar guards. “Hitsugaya-kun is deluded. He still believed what he thinks is right.”

Hinamori ducked her face sheepishly, and quickly bowed at him. “Aizen-taichou, forgive --”

“No need to apologize, Hinamori-kun, I know how important he is to you,” the former 5^th division captain approached her and pat her head. “The other captains have been stubborn and opposed my way of doing things around here. I hope he doesn’t meet the same fate as them.”

“I'm gonna kill you,” Hitsugaya said suddenly through gritted teeth, his fingers leaving half-moon marks on the tower’s white wall, “I’ll tear your head off, pull your intestines out and then I’ll make you wish you’re already dead twice, you son of a--”

“Goodness, Hinamori-kun. It seems that he’s about to snap again,” Aizen said, almost sounding amused. “Shall we go, before his cruel words defile your ear?”

Hinamori felt almost hesitant, but then Hitsugaya has started madly pounding on the walls that separated him from the rest of Soul Society, screaming obscenities at Aizen until the arrancar guards finally entered the tower with their swords drawn. His cries made her flinch, and finally she nodded silently to Aizen, quietly wiping her tears in the corner of her sleeve. As Aizen led her back to their quarters, she cast a look at the reformed Soul Society, and watched as the Arrancars walked down the streets of Seireitei. Her friends and comrades, the shinigami, all of them were gone, but as Aizen tightened his warm hold on her shoulder, she realized it was all worth it.

Why can’t Hitsugaya understand that?