Black Night, White Butterfly-A Bleach Fanfiction

Flower Falling from the Precipice... Chapter Seventeen

There hadn't been much for me to do during the couple weeks that I was in Soul Society, so on those days, I'd go exploring.

Which usually lead to trouble.

Which lead to running away.

"Aiiiigghh!!" I lunged through a window, and rolled into a wall, "Owww..."

There was a small cough, "Um... Hi..."

I whipped around.

Lying in a bed, with some IVs hooked up to her, was a young, tiredly smiling, brown haired girl.

"Sorry to disturb you, ma'am," I said, crawling to the window sill and peering out, "But may I stay for a bit?"

"Sure," She coughed again, "If you promise to talk a while... I don't get many visitors, ehe..."

"Ah, how come? Any sick person deserves to be visited," I replied.

"It was orders... They believe it will... help me..." She sighed, "But I don't think it does at all..."

I furrowed my brow, "Now, how can keeping you all cooped up with nothing to do possibly be good?"

She shrugged with a sleepy smile, "I'm not so sure... I usually trust Captian Unohana's judgment though..."

"Well, she does seem to know what she's doing. But still, one needs another to pass the time with-beleive me, my brother and I launched a lawn chair off the roof with some rockets attached, and since I was the smallest, guess who got to ride it?" She stared at me, "Yeah, me. And guess who stayed bedridded with a spine fracture? Yours, truly."

"Wow..." She breathed, "Did it work...?"

"For a few seconds," I laughed, "Next time, we used weather balloons. Much more effective, and less chance of breaking one's butt."

She laughed, "Sounds fun! Mostly, anyway."

I nodded with a smile, noticing a sketchpad next to her bed. The drawings were all very grand and skillful.

"What's your name?" I asked, still eyeing the art.

"I'm Momo Hinamori, Fifth Division's Lieutenant, but don't bother calling me that. It's just us. What's yours?"

Momo...

Momo.

MOMO!

...Isn't that the name of dresses old women wear? Momos? No... Those are moomoos...

"Khristalyn Dixon, nice to meet you," I replied, still contemplating her name, "You draw very well, too."

"Oh, those are just doodles..." She blushed a bit, "But I'm happy you think so."

"I do! They're very good!" I smiled warmly, "I draw too, y'see. Do you mind if I look at them?"

"Not at all!" She said as she handed me the notbook.

It was literally filled to the brim with little sketches of animals, flowers, people, swirly flowery doodles for kanji; things like that.

A reoccurring face in the melee of drawings was a grinning, messy haired nerd with glasses, who often had a squiggly heart by his portrait.

He looked almost familiar... As if I should know the nerd...

...Sure a lotta drawings of that guy... Aww, she's smitten... Tehe...