When two worlds meet

The morning after

Toshiro hitsugaya's normal mornings started with him lazily getting out of bed, so he can lazily go the long way to his bathroom to wash up dress in his school uniform. But this wasn't a normal morning; a normal would have him be calm and very unhappy. No, it was different. He felt warm inside. This morning it was special. One that he would never forget. This morning the first thing he felt was the silky, softness of skin. It wasn't his, for his was callous and hard while the skin beneath his fingers and palm was smooth and soft. Plus he didn't feel his own touch when he rummaged through the sheets. Now at this foreign touch his eyes snap open to gaze at a face. A beautiful face, his eyes widen, he as never been like this. This was different. The lids that cover soft grey eyes were heavy and her juice red lips were slightly parted as she breath evenly. Her hair sprawled around her face, resting against the pillow. The pale blue color went well with her pale skin and her dark obsidian hair. The contrast was so alluring, it seemed fake; it was as if it was a picture painted in the baroque period, exploring human nature. She looked so peaceful, Karin. He moved closer to her so he could be with her. Closer, closer...he leaned to her forehead to give her a kiss, a small peck. He stroked her head, combining her hair with his fingers. He played with her hair. He caressed it. Gently so she wouldn't wake up. Today was a perfect day. He smiled. Karin