Snow People- Ch 13

Hitsugaya x Hinamori

A/N: THE LONG AWAITED ENDING TO MY STORY!! The time has come!! Oh I'm so excited! I want to thank everyone who's read this story from the beginning and to all those who have reviewed for my story tears I'm so happy! This'll be the longest fic I've ever written, and I'm so proud! –squees- Let's hope this chapter will be a great one! Here's chapter 13 of Snow People! Douzo!

Hitsugaya sat quietly in his room, his chair facing the window looking out to the street. He glanced to the other window, adjacent to the one he was looking out of, which faced Hinamori's room. He sighed, putting his face into his hand, his elbow resting on the window ledge. The frown remained unchanged on his face.

"Her curtains have been closed like that since that fight we had…" He tried to remember when the last time was, when she got so mad, she kept her curtains closed for almost a month. Oh yeah…

It was around 2 years ago... It was much like today, wasn't it? He recalled he did something far worse than have a fight with Renji… It had made Hinamori ignore him for almost a whole month. He cringed. He hoped it wouldn't end up like that time again. Hitsugaya didn't want something like that to happen. He couldn't go another second with her ignoring him like this. Not this close to Christmas.

He blew on the cold window, making it cloud up. His head still being propped up with his left hand, he used his right hand, and started to doodle with his fingers. Absent-mindedly, he had drawn two snow people. He stopped his finger mid-doodle, and realized what he could do. It would be a risky chance, but he would take it none the less, even if it meant he would get sick.

He planned out the situation in his mind. Toushiro stood up and walked to his unkempt desk, clearing it off roughly, grabbing his sketch book, and his pencil case full of art pencils and erasers of sorts. Though, never had he shown any interest in art class, he kept a sketchbook discreetly around him all the time. Mostly they were sketches of Hinamori, in different situations; one of Hitsugaya's favourites was one of where she was smiling, walking backwards her scarf floating around her neck in the cool spring breeze with the beautiful cherry blossoms gliding around her, but sometimes he would draw pictures that just popped into his head.

He carefully picked out the perfect pencil for the outline, and sharpened it, then began to sketch out the scenery and colours that flowed through his mind.

The picture took him about half an hour to finish, with every little detail drawn on that he could imagine. The next step was going to be harder. The execution of his plan would not be able to be put into motion with Hinamori in her room. He had to think of a way to get her out of the house. Her threw his head back, and kicked the chair off the front two legs, carefully balancing himself on the back two, with some support from his legs under the table. He closed his eyes, trying hard to think what to do about his situation. He growled in frustration and tugged at his white hair.

After a few more minutes of frustration and consideration of his predicament, he opened his eyes and said out rather loudly, "I've got it!" and from the unexpected movement, he fell onto his back, chair and all, on the carpet with a muddled thud.

"Ow…" He rubbed his head. "Ok… I'll go give her a call… I hope this works…"

After describing his plan to Matsumoto-san, and Renji, he hung up the phone, looking out the window for them to walk up to Hinamori's door. Hitsugaya had Rangiku call Momo beforehand and ask her to go to the mall with her, Kira, and Renji, for last minute presents.

The plan was to keep Hinamori busy all day, have a sleepover at Rangiku's house after a long day's work (which, in truth, was just a lot of shopping and a bit more), then to walk home and into the backyard early Christmas morning. It was a good thing that Rangiku lived only a street down from Hinamori's and his own home. For his plan to really work, he would have to execute it with the utmost care.

He even got his mother, and Momo's mom involved. It wasn't hard to convince either parent, as they were overly happy to oblige. Toushiro thought that their mothers were secretly happy that they were going to finally be together; they probably sensed their liking each other early in the beginning of all this.

Mothers… Hitsugaya lowered his head, embarrassed by the thought.

He sat up in his chair beside the window, seeing Renji and Rangiku walking up the driveway. Renji looked up, and saw Hitsugaya staring back. He gave a thumbs up.

"Yoshi, the plan is in movement…" Hitsugaya walked to his pile of clothes and grabbed his ear muffs, two pairs of gloves, and his coat, all the while putting on his socks. He walked back to the window, waiting a few minutes for the group to get out of the house. Hinamori's Okaa-san started the car, and the group was off to the mall. After grabbing his necessities for an all-nighter out side, he put on a black fleece hat, ear muffs, a scarf and then sat down to put on his boots, as it was hard to bend over in snow pants.

His mother stood at the door holding out a lunch bag, its contents including a nice big thermos of hot chocolate.

"I called Momo's mother earlier, and she said that she made sure everything you need is in the shed. I hope your plan does work out Toushiro." She hugged Hitsugaya tightly, and kissed him on the top of his head.

"Don't worry, I'm just next door," He assured his mother that he was safe again. Walking the one metre to the door, he turned around, and looked into his mother's eyes. I'm just next door.

The walk next door, to Hitsugaya, was probably one of the longest walks next door ever. Holding his materials for the night, he struggled to open the backyard door, lifting his arms above his head. Why does the sky insist on mocking me...? He glowered, as he picked his feet, bringing his knees practically up to his chest to make his way to the shed, way in the back corner of the yard.

He put his arm through the loop of the string of the bag, and with his left hand, he undid the velcro on the top of his glove, and took it off his hand. Hot flesh meshed with the cold air around, turning a slight pink. It's cold. He quickly reached into his coat pocket, and took out the key to the shed's lock. Hastily, he unlocked it, stuck the key into his pocket once again, and quickly put the glove back onto his hand before it could make any more steam and freeze.

He stepped into the little shed, realizing that Momo's mother had cleaned up one of the non used isles a bit for him. I must say thank you later. On the floor was a sleeping mat, and a camping pillow, and a radio clock was neatly placed on the floor beside his little 'home'.

Putting down his belongings, he sat closed the door behind him, and took off some of the gear. It was surprisingly warm inside the not-so-little shed.

Stepping around his homestead for the night, he turned the corned and walked to the end of the shed. Different sized shovels, a ladder, and some brushes were placed beside a recognizable sight. He knelt down and picked up the tarp, lifting it to reveal a wooden toboggan topped off with all the materials he needed for his plan, organized in a very neat manner. Just like her to be so neat. He wondered what they were doing, then stopped himself.

"It's not time to think about things like that now." He let out a breath as he got up. With the toboggan's rope in hand, he carefully steered it to the door, then he remembered to put on his gear again. "Time to get started," he tugged the cozy hat lower, and fixed the earmuffs over his pink ears, getting ready to make his "masterpiece".

After pacing around the yard, trying to decide where to put his piece of work, he decided to place it right in the centre, so that when they walked in from the side of the house, the first thing they would see would be it. Taking out the shovel, he started off by clearing out a little path from the entrance to the middle, stepping down to pat down the snow, making a steady place for his work to sit upon without toppling over halfway through his work..

Maybe an hour or two passed, he already had the two largest base snowballs made. He sprayed another thin layer of water onto the surface of the snowballs, then lazily leaned on the frozen spheres.

He took off his coat, and steam could be seen coming off of his body. He pulled off his woolly hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. Every breath that came out was accompanied by a warm cloud of mist that disappeared as quickly as it came out.

He stood up properly and walked a few steps away from his project. Turning back, he eyed it carefully. Were they perfect? Would they be able to withstand the weight of two more snowballs on top of them? He crossed his arms, and was thrown deep into thought.

As he was standing there, his mother looked from the fence in her backyard at him, smiling. He's growing up.

A low grumbling sound was emitted from his stomach, and that was his cue to get some lunch before starting anymore work done. Grabbing his possessions and slinging his coat over his shoulder, he made his way back to the shed.

Dropping the things precariously onto the ground once inside the 'little hut', as he called it, he half-dashed for his bag, and searched through for the bento his mother had made him. Opening the little box slowly, he imagined what his mother had packed. Onigiri? Rice? Uwa, it's so pretty. His mother had made him an omelette, the kind that he liked, and on the side, she had cut up some fruit for him as well. He put his hands together and got ready to dig in.

Ittadakimasu.

Washing the last bit of the meal down with some hot chocolate, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. It was well into the afternoon now, so Toushiro decided to pick up his pace.

"I hope I can finish this before tomorrow morning comes around..."

He shook his head.

"No. I will finish this before then, even if it means staying up all night to do so."

With his mind set, he marched forth, back into his icy domain.

Hinamori lay stomach down, on Rangiku's bed, listening to her ramble on and on about boys, which ended up with her talking about Gin and how he was "so sensitive" and "loving" but "hides all the personality under the shroud of his mysterious grin", like there was going to be no tomorrow.

All she could think about was how her ankle was healed thanks to Shiro-chan's quick-thinking, but she didn't know how to tell him that. She hadn't spoken to him for days now. She nodded to Rangiku's continuous blurb of words that spilled out of her mouth like a fountain that couldn't be turned off.

"—and then he would say how—Hinamori?" Rangiku looked down at the younger girl, whose eyes were spaced out, staring through the wall, and sighed. "Hinamori...? Earth to Hinamori Momo!!" She snapped her fingers, then promptly threw a fluffy, lacy pillow into Momo's face as she turned her head towards Rangiku.

A bunch of screams, and pillows in the air later, Momo was on the floor, rolled off the bed with the comforter under her, with Rangiku on the other side underneath a rather large collection of soft, plushie, stuffed animals. Both giggled to no ends, and only after 10 minutes of fitful laughter, tears, and coughing, did they stop and gather themselves back onto the bed.

"Ah, I think I really needed that laugh. Thanks, really," she smiled earnestly.

"No problem, it's my job as your friend to keep you entertained and happy!" She mock-saluted to Momo, then laughed heartily. "But seriously, what's bothering you? Rangiku will fix it for you." She cracked her knuckles.

"No, no!! It's not what you think! I mean, uh, I— "She waved her hands furiously and blushed as she continued to stammer; only making Rangiku laugh louder and heartier.

"Oh Momo-chan, you really do make me happy, really," she wiped her teary eyes and giggled.

"Oh, I give up!" She flopped backwards onto the bed, and let out a loud groan of embarrassment. Rangiku smiled, and flopped herself right on top of Hinamori.

"OOF! Get—off!!" She began to squirm as Rangiku poked her sensitive sides.

"Come on, spill! What's bothering you? Tell me or I'll just keep tickling you!" she tickled Hinamori with all her might, all the while trying to keep Momo under herself.

"It's, about—ah ha! SHIRO-CHAN, it's about Shiro-chan!!"

"There!" She pushed herself off of Hinamori. "It wasn't that hard was it?" She grinned.

Hinamori let out another defeated sigh. "I guess I'm just worried about Shiro-chan... But at the same time, I'm just so mad at him... but at the same time, I'm so sad because I haven't talked to Shiro-chan after I yelled at him for not wanting to apologize to Renji."

Momo looked down at her hands.

"So that's eating at you? The fact, that, you don't know if Hitsugaya's mad at you, or not?" She chuckled.

"Sweetie, you think too much, really." She poked Hinamori on the forehead, making her furrow her brows. She sat back down onto the bed.

"It's just... tomorrow's Christmas day... and I don't know how to give my present to him..."

"Oh? What did you get him this year? Do you have it here?" Her eyes gleamed.

Hinamori nodded.

"Can I see?" She clapped when Hinamori got up and walked to her bag. Her breath caught and she gasped at the beautiful thing Hinamori pulled out of her bag.

"It's... AMAZING!" Rangiku gently took the soft turquoise scarf from Hinamori's hands, and stood up. The scarf was knit with a thin yarn, but it was very wide, and very long. Very, very long, indeed. "How many balls of yarn did you use?"

"Hinamori put out her hand and began to count, looking up as she tried to recall the numbers. "I think I used 6 balls of yarn, but I don't quite remember. I started as soon as I got back from the store yesterday. I rushed it so it doesn't look all that great..." She blushed.

"You did all of this in one night's time?! Hinamori, you are some kind of awesome, really! I don't think that I could do this in a month even!" Rangiku lifted the scarf up to her face, and let the softness glide across her cheek. It was so soft. "Well, this sure beats my crappy little present I got for Gin." She folded the scarf back up and handed it back to Momo.

"Well, if you want... I could teach you how to..." Rangiku's eye gleamed.

"Really? You'd teach me how to knit? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Momo!" She hugged Hinamori tightly and chuckled.

"Sure, I mean, that's what friends are for right?"

"Yup, friends."

Hinamori yawned/

"Ah, I forgot, you've been up all night making the scarf! It's getting late anyway; let's go to sleep, Ok?"

"Ok. Good night Matsumoto-san."

"Night Momo-chan," She yawned again, and dug herself deeper into her covers. "Merry Christmas."

Hinamori's eyes closed. "Merry Christmas."

As the morning sun hit the tops of the houses in the neighbourhood, the light glided across into the room, dancing on the walls of Matsumoto's room.

"Momo! Come, look outside!" Rangiku whispered and shook Hinamori lightly, then proceeded to tread quietly back to her bedroom windows. Hinamori blinked, rubbing her eyes with her petit hands. She pushed the covers off of her, feeling the cool air meet her warm skin. She shivered.

"What is it?" She asked, as she tried to rub the sleep away from her blurry eyes.

"It snowed last night!" Rangiku's eyes lit up.

"Ne, let's get dress and then let's go to your house. I'll bring my presents over so we can open them together!"

"OK!" Hinamori smiled at that thought. Maybe she could even go to her neighbour's house and drop off the present... Her thoughts again drifted, wondering what her Shiro-chan was doing.

The girls went to get ready, and after grabbing a quick bite of breakfast, and saying Merry Christmas to Rangiku's parents, they gathered her presents, and set off for Hinamori's house.

As they walked out onto the sidewalk lightly powdered in snow that the snow ploughs didn't get, Rangiku thought inwardly, the last part of the plan is in motion. Hitsugaya... I have trust in you. Don't let Hinamori down!

"Yoshi! Let's go!"

Back at the house, a very tired Shiro-chan stood, putting the final coat of water on the last snow person. He stepped back to take a better look at his work of art. The two bigger snow people had taken him the most time, but they were so beautiful. It took him most of the night to make those two, but the small one only took him a good two hours, and the smallest baby one took him an hour to build. It was the lugging water in and out of the house that took him the most time. He had to be careful, making sure that the water wasn't too warm which would've melted the snow, making unnecessary faults in the precious snow.

The sun was about up now, and it made the ice covered snow people glisten. Putting the last finishing touches into the ice was the best part of it. The little black pieces of coal that were the buttons of the snow people's coats were under a good centimetre of solid ice, as were the carrot noses.

But Shiro-chan thought that the eyes were the best part of the whole thing. He had taken the time to find items around the house the day before that resembled Hinamori's and his eyes' colours to place there instead of the usual lumps of black coal.

He sprayed the snow people one last time, and put away his tools back into the shed. It was about time for the two girls to show up.

As the girls approached the house, Rangiku had to think fast to somehow convince Hinamori to go to the back of the house. But how do I do that? She was flustered, but then it hit her.

"Hey! Hinamori, I think I just saw a bunny go into your backyard! Let's go see!" Rangiku dropped off her presents on the front step, and motioned for Hinamori. Slightly puzzled, but also intrigued, she was quick to follow.

The next sight to Hinamori was the best in the entire world.

"Shiro-chan..." As her eyes lay on the white-haired boy, the tears began to fill her doe-like eyes.

"I— Merry Christmas, Momo." He blushed, but due to being outside for a good part of the whole night, save and except his trips to the washroom, and the shed for periodic rest periods, his face was pretty much already a pink colour from the wind. He thanked the skies that she wouldn't be able to see him blush.

"But— Why?" Hinamori was so surprised that she couldn't form the proper sentences. The surprised feeling had began to subdue, and now was being replaced with over joy and excite.

"You had once told me that you wanted to build a family of snow people, but you never got around to it... so I decided that I'd make it for your Christmas present... I didn't know if you'd like... it..."

Hinamori walked towards the snow people, placing her hands on the biggest one. She turned to Shiro-chan, who looked at her, no, into her eyes. The happiness overwhelmed her and the tears began to fall faster.

"I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you Shiro-chan!" She wiped her face with her sleeves then promptly gave Hitsugaya the biggest hug he had ever received from her. The white-haired boy not quite too shocked by the outburst hugged her right back.

Rangiku standing by the wooden doors decided that it was time for her to warm up in the house, and smiled.

Ganbatte, Hitsugaya.

Releasing Hinamori from the hug, he held her arms, and looked her straight in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Hinamori. I'm sorry that I mad you mad, will you please... forgive me?" His eyes searched in hers.

"Oh, Shiro-chan, you know that I can't stay mad at you..."

"I also wanted to tell you that... I love you," his heart beat quickened. "I always have, and I always will. Will you do me the honour... of being my girlfriend?"

He held his breath.

Hinamori squealed with joy and joyful tears fell from her eyes once again.

"Oh, yes. Yes Shiro-chan, I would love to," She hugged him once again. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the put her cheek to his.

"You're cheeks are so cold," she frowned a little. "Have you been outside all this time?"

He nodded. She pouted, then she remembered the present in her bag.

"Ah, before I forget, here."

She dug into the depths of her bag, and out the beautiful light turquoise coloured scarf, and began to wrap it around Hitsugaya's neck.

"Merry Christmas, Hitsugaya." She giggled, and then reached around Shiro-chan to adjust the scarf. She then turned her head and gave him a little peck on his cheek.

"Now let's go warm up inside, can't let my Shiro-chan get sick again right before the last few days of our break together."

The smile that was on her face could melt all of the ice in the world, and made Hitsugaya smile back.

My Shiro-chan... Hitsugaya thought. I like the sound of that.

End

A/N: OMG!! YOU GUYS, IT'S BEEN EXACTLY ONE YEAR SINCE I'VE UPDATED!!! GOMEN NE, MINNA! I just want to say that I am very happy that all of you have read my story, and now, here is the last chapter. This has been a long and tedious adventure for me, and I'm sorry if I made anyone impatient. Thank you for all the reviews and great comments from everyone, and for those that have been reading since the beginning, MUCH LOVE TO YOU GUYS!

On another note, if I finish up the other two of my fics, I might decide to make a sequel to this fic! Yes, no? Let me know your opinions! Anyway, thank you again, and as always, please R&R!