{x} log, complete;

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When; A couple of days after Hitsugaya and Hinamori's divorce because of Aizen the Milkman.
Rating; G, PG.
Characters; Hinamori Momo (flyingmomo, Matsumoto Rangiku (dulciloquence)
Summary; Whenever Toushirou makes a mess of things, Rangiku's always there to pick up the pieces. tl;dr on my part ;;;
Log;

All of this was wrong.

But to everyone else, everything was right and as it should be. No one was lying, and she wasn't being declared a liar. Somewhere in between her time and everyone else's time, something happened within Soul Society. Aizen's betrayal, for one, amongst all the other things that people kept neglecting to tell her. These gaps in what she was supposed to know, what she was expected to accept, what was supposed to happen (—and somewhere in the deepest corner of her mind, she knew these events would eventually come to pass, in her own timeline—), frustrated her.

Everything she had worked herself up to, everything she had once trusted—everything was blurring into just that. A lie, according to everyone.

She curled her hands into a tight fist, looking down at the floor beneath her as she drew her legs close to her chest; sitting in the little corner of her room, staring at the lines of the tiles beneath her seemed so much more interesting than to do anything else, at this point. Tracing a line with her finger in an almost listless fashion, she stared long and hard at the tiles until they seemed to mesh together in her vision. What did they expect her to do? What did she expect herself to do?

An important decision still had to be made on her part, but acknowledging it would bring down the entire foundation of what she built her life on. For her, it was two months of thinking yet at the same time, not thinking, because she was genuinely afraid for herself, for a life without her captain to depend on. Two months of hesitation and much frustration on Toushirou's part. Two months.

Two long, long months that never seemed to end, and now, even through all this time, she found that she was still stuck in the same place she was at, upon her arrival. Still no decision about the Gotei. Still no answer to give to Toushirou. Still nothing to say to Aizen.

And of Aizen—

—there was a sense of uneasiness, a sense of fear that made her freeze up every time she heard his voice through the network. Something that always made her squeak and shakily respond back. Something that made her feel like something was choking her ever so slowly, cold, slender fingers wrapping around her neck and suffocating her into submission. Something that made her want to cry, but since this was her captain she was thinking about so she just couldn't, on the basis that he was

Captain.

Aizen.

Sousuke.

Her figure of admiration. Her pillar of support.

Burying her head into the cloth of her hakama, Momo shook her head, letting the soft, cool fabric rub against her cheeks.

She didn't want to think about it.