Let It Snow (Bleach Fanfic)

Cold Windows

Seeing the young Shinigami sobbing in front of him left an unsettling feeling in the pit of Bazz-B's stomach. "Seriously, the kid's to old to be bawling like a baby." His entire body tensed up as he watched the boy. "Should I say something as I'm his uncle. It feels rather weird doing something like that as we're strangers." A shudder ran down the man's spine. "Scratch that. I'm horrible with kids. This absolutely makes no sense at all."

The man felt the corners of his lips twist up slightly. "I really should say something to him about crying like a baby, but some reason I simply can't. I can't tell if I'm taking some kind of sick amusement from this knowing this isn't how he acted during or battle, or if I'm actually find with him being this way. No way I'd be happy with my nephew being a complete wuss. This is just... weird."

"And the snow's also a problem." The man continued to stare. "I seriously don't know what to do in this situation." Another thought shot through the back of his mind. "This sucks."

"You!"

Bazz-B recognized the voice as belonging to one of the Shinigami. The young taicho remained near him sobbing his head out, and finally he turned his head to look at the woman. "What do you want?" The man glared at her. "Definitely don't want to deal with any more of the Shinigami today."

The look on the woman's face told him the woman's shared equal disgust with him. The fact he told the small Shinigami some of the truth didn't please her either, and then the woman told him she was the legal guardian of his nephew. "You're what? The fuck you are." The look in her eyes told him arguing wasn't an option, and he stood up to leave the room as he shoved his one good hand into his pocket. His mouth twisted down and he walked until he came to a different spot.

Her prone figure lay in the middle of the bed, and his cheeks tightened as Bazz-B restrained his anger. He pulled a nearby chair closer to her bed, and proceeded to sit down in the piece of furniture backwards. He simply stared at the woman for a good chunk of time. "What exactly am I supposed to say to you?"

Nothing changed regarding the woman lying in front of him. In some ways it seemed as if she was simply peacefully sleeping rather then in a deep comma. Eventually it dawned on the part of the male Quincy that he spoke to her quietly. "You know, you really need to wake up and take care of that kid of yours. Or are you waiting for him to come and see you? Do you get the fact he's scared you'll die?"

Bazz-B felt his mouth snap shut and his eyes close. "It doesn't really feel right talking to her like that. I doubt she really means to not be waking up." His eyes opened up after a moment of contemplation. "Look, that kid taicho of yours really is worried you're not going to wake up, and he thinks it's his fault. He even thinks if he comes and visits you that you won't wake up."

"I don't blame him."

The Quincy lifted his head up from the back of the chair. Turning his head to the door he saw a young Shinigami of the forth division standing there. "I'd ask what you want, but I'm honestly more curious as to what you meant about that."

"I can't blame him considering what's happened him in the past. Matsumoto-san's not the first person close to him that's gone into a coma. Hinamori Fukutaicho was comatose for around a month."

"And what relation does this fukutaicho person have with the kid?"

"His sister. To be exact she's his foster sister. They don't exactly act like siblings though, but they were raised by the same old lady in the Rukongai."

"This old lady still alive?"

"I think so, but if you're thinking she can help out Hitsugaya Taicho, it's not going to work."

"I was thinking of thanking the woman for taking care of Toshiro, but that would honestly be weird. Still..." Bazz-B opened his mouth. "What do you mean it won't work?"

"Their granny is apparently rather old, and not very mobile. That means Hitsugaya Taicho has to go to her, but he's not left the room. Normally..." The young Shinigami swallowed. "Normally he would have run off by now to be by himself for a bit. You, do you know which Quincy hurt Hitsugaya Taicho."

The man stared at the youth in front of him. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I just..."

"Just what?"

"It would be nice if he got better."

"I don't think me apologizing to him will make him feel better, nor will getting some kind of revenge on me."

A rather apologetic look appeared on the youths face. "Wait, it isn't as if I was thinking of seeking revenge on anybody. Really I'm not. Nor trying to get the person to apologize." Bazz-B stared for a few minutes and then went back to looking at the woman on the bed. The youth continued to speak despite the fact the man honestly found him annoying. "They're not... a lot of people Hitsugaya Taicho's close to also died."

"Then she'd better the hell get her act together." Bazz-B looked at the woman and closed his eyes and let out a sigh. A hand reached up to ruffle his hair cut.

"Why are you interested in Matsumoto Fukutaicho?"

The man opened up his eyes and stared at the young man. "What is your name?"

"Ah... Yamada Hanataro. I'm third seat of the forth division."

"The kid don't like like any third seat." Bazz-B's eyes drifted to the window and a shiver ran down his spine at the sight of the snow falling outside. "Shit. That kid of hers is getting worse again. This time it's rather nasty."

He turned his head back to the woman on the bed and his eyes blinked a couple of times as he thought he saw her finger twitch. He watched and saw the finger twitch again. The young man hurried forward. "I think she's waking up." The young man's fingers twisted around her wrist, and his mouth frowned. "I'm not sure if her heart beat is increasing though."

Bazz-B stared at the young man. "He's supposed to be in the medical division."

"No, I forgot that you really can't tell this way. This is the way you tell if someone's dead."

The man's eyes narrowed. "He didn't. No, he did." The woman's eyes opened up, and Bazz-B took a deep breath as he caught sight of the eye color he remembered his sister as having. "It's a dream, a myth. It's not true." An uneasy feeling came over him as recognition and fear appeared in her eyes briefly. Her mouth began to move, and the young man leaned over to listen to what she said before she became quiet again. "What did she say?"

"I'm not sure it actually means anything, but she said baby and danger."

Bazz-B stared for a few minutes and then realization hit him as he felt for the bone thin child's rieatsu. He stood up letting the chair fall to the floor with a clatter. "I've got to go. There is something I need to do."