woop woop preview for the next chapter in my hitsukarin fanfiction that I will update promise gais
They landed in unison, not a single sound being emitted as their feet touched the ground with the greatest of ease, both clad in ivory cloaks that covered most of their pale faces with the exception of their eyes; endlessly searching and painfully beautiful. The male had striking turquoise eyes that darted around its surroundings as soon as his jet black boots met the snow. The petite woman was calmer in taking action, her violet eyes resting on her companion and emitting a low sigh.
“It’s not like we’re in a rush or anything, Hitsugaya-taicho. Relax.”
The man to her right grunted loudly before answering. “Who said that I was in a rush?”
“Your body language is quite easy to read, since you only have around two or three different motions that—“
The woman didn’t have any time to finish before the man gave her a glare and removed his cloak, raising his white eyebrow in dismay. “Har, har Rukia. I’m almost laughing over here.”
Rukia puffed, her slender arm hitting him lightly in the ribs before giving him a smile. “It’s funny because it’s true.”
Toushiro rolled his eyes and started walking. Somehow the solid crunch of his winter boots against the pack road snow fills the night with a relaxing atmosphere that marks their journey coming to an end; the destination soon in sight. With his ivory cloak resting on his broad shoulders, his white hair has now emerged from behind the hood and dances lightly with every breeze. He stops silently in his steps and looks back, turquoise meeting violet, said eyes staring back at him for but a moment. “You coming or not?”
She starts walking toward him as a reply and he sighs and turns his back to her, knowing she is behind him judging by the crunching being heard, the sound getting louder and nearer for each step she is taking. Toushiro looks up towards the cloudy sky and is greeted by snowflakes falling down in disarray, ending their journey in his hair and on his face, a few meeting the earth.
Toushiro blinks in confusion, giving Rukia a raised eyebrow as a reply who now stands shoulder to shoulder with him. Before she has time to open her mouth again, he takes pride in noticing that his frame stands a few inches taller than his companion and gives the slightest hint of a smile.
“The snow. It’s your doing, right”
His mouth opens and closes as Toushiro is unable to answer. Whenever it snows in Soul Society, it is a running gag that everyone blamed him when snow began to descend from the sky, even if it isn’t his doing—but he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t making it snow unconsciously by letting his emotions getting the best of him when he was young of age.
But every time it had been his doing, he had Hyorinmaru with him.
Biting his lip, he ponders if it’s possible he could summon snow without his zanpakuto’s help; he’d never asked anyone else about his powers revolving snow since there was no one fitter to talk to than Hyorinmaru, and now Toushiro felt powerless and alone. Once again lifting his head to the sky, he sees the snowflakes falling but the speed is somehow slowed down, as if it’s being replayed over and over again. He sees one specific snowflake tumbling around, falling from the grey sky and he silently extends his hand and lets it fall into his open palm.
He wants to believe that it is Hyorinmaru’s doing—that he’s hearing him, seeing him, feeling him and wants to give him a sign that he’s near and that he’s okay and that they will meet again—but his thoughts falter as the snowflake melts in his pale hand.
He’d never given him a sign before, so it seems pointless to start doing it now.
Toushiro shrugs his shoulders slightly, his head tilted at Rukia before answering. “It’s just the weather.”
But as they kept walking along the road with only their footprints resting in the white snow, Toushiro hopes in his heart that it’s not.
