Lost Child (Bleach Fanfic)

Burning Heart

The small child startled awake and looked around. It was early morning and he found himself looking around trying to figure out where he was. His body ached from sleeping on the cold ground. The child pushed himself up and stood, looking around. "Where am I?"

"Outside."

"Why am I outside?"

"You don't remember."

The child took a deep breath remembering what had occurred the previous days. "I want Momo nee-chan."

Looking around he choose to walk in one random direction, continuing in the same direction that he had been heading the night before. As he walked he got deeper and deeper into the woods and he wrapped his arms around himself. He glanced around looking at the place, his mind in a fog. He glanced up upon sensing a creature, his eyes going wide with wonder despite the fact his entire body hurt.

The child saw a wild boar and his mouth opened as he remembered that the wild boars were known for tearing a person to pieces if said person wasn't careful. For some reason though the boar ended up heading in the other direction away from him, almost as if the boar feared him like the people in the village did.

Around mid day the boy found a pool of water and plopped down to the ground, again scrapping up his hurting body more then it was before. He leaned forward into the pond, his tongue touching the water. When the nice, cold substance touched his tongue he leaned forward and lapped up the water, filling his stomach.

It was then that he found himself having to lean back after the fact and wait. He closed his eyes, wishing that someone would find him, only to jolt as he remembered the beating he had received from the villagers before. Pushing himself up despite the fact his body was stiffening he continued heading in the direction he had been heading before.

He arrived at the other edge of the woods and blinked a couple of times as he came across another village, this one being bigger then his own. He sat down to rest, staring at the place wondering if it would be safe to go into the village. If he got the same reaction as he had before he wondered if things would be as painful as they were before, or even worse.

Toshiro felt his stomach growl and pushed himself up just as the rain fell down. Looking up he closed his eyes, remembering how it had rained around a week ago and how good the rain had felt on his skin. Instead of feeling good though the rain chilled him to the bone and he knew something was wrong. He began to stagger over to the group of houses, only to find himself suddenly collapsing against the wall as soon as he reached the first house.

His body slid into the mud as his body continued to shiver and shake. His eyes glazed over and he turned himself so that he could look out for people from his village who might come and hurt him again. The eyes though couldn't remain open and one head remained on his stomach while the other rested in the mud.

Memories flickered across his mind in a feverish manner and he could feel his breath coming in a raged manner. The first memory that he found himself focusing on was Momo eating watermelon. He remembered smiling at her and granny bringing more. That was when Momo began talking about how Aizen was the best taicho ever.

"Shiro-chan! Aizen can do anything. Aizen can do everything."

"Why doesn't Aizen come and rescue me? Why don't you come and rescue me. Are you to busy spending time with Aizen?"

"Of course I am silly. I am spending lots of time with Aizen and my new friends. I don't have time to spend time with a silly boy who happened to kill my granny. How could you do that to me? Why should I rescue you?"

Toshiro found himself startling then and waking, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. "Momo nee-chan. Am I really that bad of a child?"

"You didn't mean to."

The child couldn't help but drift off then. He sat there talking to his grandmother and singing her song. He found himself smiling constantly, and his small hand reaching out to touch her bony hand. His eyes closed for a few minutes, but when he opened them he found himself staring into the face of someone without sockets and found himself jarring awake again, his stomach hurting.

The boy turned over and vomited the contents of his stomach up, his mind going numb from the pain. "Why can't someone just find me?"

Then next memory had him feeling himself in the lap of someone. The person was warm, which made him wonder if he was in fact dying and he was thus dreaming something that was peaceful. However, his mind began to focus on the fact the person waved a toy in front of his face and two chubby hands reached out to grab the item.

"Warmth... safety..." He found himself thinking of these things. He then saw the back of someone and he found his hands reaching out for the person. "To-chan! Come back!" The boy reached his hand out. "Don't leave me like Momo nee-chan and granny did. Let me reincarnate too." He thought at first that the person would turn and leave him but instead the person came back."

"Don't worry. Don't worry Shiro-chan." Toshiro's eyes opened then but he was unable to see anything. His body was still soaked from the rain and on arm hung down to his side. He opened his mouth to say something as he heard the sound of a man and woman startling at the site of him, but he found himself drifting back to sleep.