Truth be told, staring at the ceiling of the forth division, left a lot to be desired. It was something that kept the mind numb, not in the way that allowed you to forget what you wanted to forget, but that it happened to make you keep bringing up what you wanted to forget, or better yet, not think about. The small taicho of the tenth, couldn't help but stare at the ceiling, many things bothering him, about what was going on.
His restlessness, and inability to sleep, caused him to finally sit up, get out of bed, and wander around, trying to visit people. He figured, no one would be in Yamamoto Taicho's room, and he had heard that the man was still unconscious. He hadn't performed well during the Winter War battle, and had the feeling that he would receive a huge lecture from the old man, when he did wake up, which could be more intimidating then anything the fourth division captain could do.
"I might as well apologize, while I have the confidence to do so."His dragon remained silent, as he slowly opened the door, his mind still doing flips. He paused though, when he saw that someone was there, and his tone had a bit of surprise to it. "Unohana Taicho?"
The woman suddenly glanced up, giving him a typical Unohana smile, which was in itself, frightening. "Did you not expect me to be in here? I thought I ordered you to bed rest?"
"I couldn't sleep," came the boy's reply. He swallowed hard, knowing that she tended to get irritated whenever someone disobeyed orders meant for their health, thought he tended to ignore them anyways. However, for some reason, it actually bothered him this time.
"I know… you're making it so I can't sleep either…" the dragon hummed in annoyance.
Toshiro walked over to her, and stood beside her, a tad nervous, saying what was in truth worrying him. "Do you think he will be mad at me, when he wakes up?"
He watched as Unohana flinched, almost as if she were trying to avoid answering the question, or as if she was trying to keep the truth from him. "That isn't something to think about until he does, as we don't know if he will wake up."
Toshiro felt his chest suddenly clench, and he couldn't help but glance at the ground. "If there is a chance for Yamamoto General-Taicho not to wake up, then wouldn't this be a good time to say I'm sorry for messing up, even if the chance for him for giving me is slim?"
The female taicho gave him a rather said look, and mentioned something about that not being something he should be placed on his small shoulders. She handed him the extra cup of tea. He thanked her for the cup, which he hoped would relax him, and for the fact that she hadn't brought up his age. That possibly wasn't the best thing to do, he realized, when she began to talk further. There was a sad look in her eyes.
"To put it as kindly as possible, Hitsugaya Toshiro, I worry about you because of your age. It is not so much about how you react, but how much you are keeping in to yourself, and how much someone of your age normally has to deal with. If an adult such as myself has problems dealing with these things, even though I've lived a long time, how is it for you?"
Toshiro swirled his tea, and felt his face twist up. "How can I answer that question, when I don't know the answer myself? Can I ask something? I need a truthful answer to this question. Do you think I was ready for something like this?
He heard her take a deep breath, knowing then; it was yet another answer that she was trying to avoid giving. "No… I don't think you were ready."
"Again, arrigotto. I needed an honest answer," Toshiro set his cup down, and left the room. "I've been thinking… should I ever have been made captain."
"I don't think, child that is what she was referring too at all, your abilities. You should take her words about not keeping things in to heart," his dragon suddenly purred, trying to comfort him.
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Life of Simplicity (Bleach Fanfic)
Fanfictionsp-397: After the Winter War, things come tumbling down, emotionally, and in other ways. A certain former taicho, has stepped back into the picture, and there are other things that simply just don't work. Disclaimer - I don't own Bleach. Original pu...