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He never saw it coming. No one had been prepared for the attacks that had brought down four captain class Shinigami. They had all been preoccupied with the revelation that Hinamori was the one pierced through by Hyourinmaru, not Aizen.
As he fell, clutching the weak, mostly lifeless body of his childhood friends, Hitsugaya’s tears flowed freely. After all his talk of protecting her from the likes of Aizen and Ichimaru, it had been he who had done her the most harm.
“Shirou-chan... why...?” her dying words rang in his ears as he hit the ground, his small body shielding Hinamori’s. He had killed her, his “Bed Wetter Momo”. Hitsugaya clung desperately to her body, his tears falling down his face like rain.
“Forgive me, Momo!” he pleaded though he knew it was already too late. Never again would he hear her voice, her laughter. He would regret his rash actions for as long as he lived. He would seal his heart in a chunk of ice as cold as anything created by his Hyourinmaru.
“I love you,” he whispered as he set Hinamori’s body down, the cold embrace of death already claiming her.