Like an Unfinished Puzzle *Chapter 3 and 3.5*

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Incase you are wondering, this story takes place after the whole Aizen/Arrancar incident

*Anami's p.o.v*

Waking up in the morning was the hardest thing to do. I just felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. My heart ached, my brain hurt from crying too much last night. I have no idea what had came over me, but I just cried.

The pain in Renji's voice, it stood out like a soar thumb. It was present in his voice, and it was impossible to conceal it. So, what happened? Why did he come? From the looks of it before, it looked like he hated my guts, like he would rather die than to be anywhere near me. Like he would rather drown in a pool of blood than to talk to me. Like he would rather let an army of starved menos hunt him down and let them attack him for 10 minutes straight without fighting back than to even look at me. Like he would . . . I think you get my point.

*2 days later*

Renji hasn't come back. Hell, he hasn't even gone near squad 4. I feel so sad, insignificant, and worried all mixed together. All of it because of Renji and him making my confusion triple....

"Hello, how have you been?"

...but all of that disappears as soon as I hear his voice. Toshiro Hitsugaya, my captain. He's shown me more kindness than I've ever known could exist in one single person. He's been visiting me everyday for the past three days, bringing new people to come and meet me. So far, I've meet Rangiku, Izuru, ...Renji..., Captain Ukitake, Captain Shunsui, and Rukia. They're all nice, besides Renji. Today, he didn't come in with anyone, just him. I sat up.

"I've been good Mr. Toshiro. A little bored . . . okay bored like hell, but look at the bright side, I'm starting to remember some things." I send him a small smile. In reality, I don't remember anything. I'm still pretty clueless, all I have are the things people are telling me about. I don't even know if I should trust them, but if I shouldn't, then why would Mr. Toshiro bring them to meet me? I just need to rely on them.

"Why do you insist on calling me Mr. Toshiro?" he asks. I can tell he's annoyed, so I release a small chuckle, annoying him further. I turned to my sketch I was coloring and answered his question.

"You want some respect. I can tell from the frustration that is clear on your face when people look at you and only see you as a child, even though you can probably overpower most of them. Unfortunately, I'm not really a person who addresses someone so formally. I really hate being serious, so I will call you Mr. Toshiro from now on, Mr. Toshiro.

"Mr. as a sign of respect and Toshiro for a little playfulness. Also, calling you Captain Histugaya makes you sound old. You are definitely not old, though you are my superior, so yeah. Mr. Toshiro it is." I finished. I looked over at him and he seemed surprised. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

He blinked, shook his head, and replied, "No. Nothing's wrong." His voiced sounded uncertain.

"Okay~" I said in a sing-song voice, and giggled. Not an annoying one, just a content giggle. He chuckled. I picked up the Electric Green color pencil and started adding some color value to the picture.

"Can I see what you are drawing?" Mr. Toshiro asked.

"Of course Mr. Toshiro. It's not finished, and it's probably bad, but I don't really care." I say nonchalantly. I pass the picture over to him. As soon as he sees it, his eyes widened and the color drained from his face. "Bad right?"

"N-no. I--it's good." He stuttered. Hmm, really convincing.

"I'm serious. It's good." He reassured me. Did I say that out loud?

"Yes." Crap. He chuckled again.

"Let me guess, I said that out loud."

"Yes." He said. Damn. I waited for a reaction. Nothing. Maybe I didn't say that out loud?

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