[Bleach] I Am Momo Hinamori

Tentative blurb:

Simply put, it's a melodramatic tale about a poker-faced little kitten and a scheming older man crossing paths~~ I started this story on a bit of a whim, so I'll worry about the blurb later!!!

About Byakuya:

Ever since that person left, the double cherry blossoms have faded to white. The years have slipped away, yet the wait stretches on with no end in sight.

I sit with my longing and travel thirty thousand miles a day, but I don't know when I'll see you again.

About Aizen:

You said everyone has a desert poplar in their heart: it lives for a thousand years without dying, stands for a thousand years after it dies, and takes a thousand years to decay after it falls.

When you said that, your eyes shone like stars.

About the Hana arc:

All right, you're good at everything.

A message from an author who got a random burst of inspiration in the middle of the night:

I stayed up late to finish watching Bleach, oh my, oh my, oh my! I'm so fired up!

So, I've settled on the male lead and the general direction of the story. I'll do my best not to abandon it and to update daily~~~ (unless some disaster or other emergency gets in the way)

Below is a nonsensical, inexplicable chunk of writing that most readers probably won't understand. Feel free to treat it as someone's meaningless muttering.

Before Aizen turned to leave, he crouched in front of her and gazed for a long time into her clear eyes, free of any unusual color.

"Keep your eyes closed until I come back."

His voice was gentle and low. He stood and took a few steps, then paused briefly and turned to look at her as she secretly opened her eyes. "I don't want you to see me at my ugliest, so be good and keep your eyes closed while you wait for me."

He said, wait for me.

Wait for me.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head, and smiled, amused by his firm, comforting words.

But later, she sat alone amid the ruins and waited. She waited through the slanting evening sunlight, through the glimmering morning dew, and through the rainy season, but that man never came back to say, "I'm home."