Where the Heart is

Ch1

Toshiro

Waiting for his eyes to adjust Toshiro Hitsugaya ran his fingers through his silver hair. As his crystal eyes, unusual in his town, adjusted he walked forward. His best friend Ichigo followed him. "man why do I have to be here…this is soo uncool., going to the school art sale!" 69 complained. Toshiro glared back at him and 69 shut up. "because Obaasan grandmother likes art and I'm getting something for here birthday." it was December 1st only a few weeks from his own on the 20th. Toshiro shook his head. He had everything he could want. He was popular, handsome, bright, and tall. In the last two years he had grown from being 4'4 to now 5'6,. His growth had surprised everyone but not his Obaasan. The girls at school loved him. He had dated a couple but all ended badly, for most had screamed,"omg! Like I'm going out with Toshiro Hitsugaya!" or they just screamed and jumped up and down for hours. None had really liked him but only his reputation of being one of the seven princes of high school. He hated all the fake shit the preppy girls pulled. What he wanted, hell what he needed was a quiet girl. One that didn't do stuff behind his back. "yo Hitsugaya! What about that one?" Ichigo asked. Turning to face him Toshiro looked at the painting he was pointing at. it was of a sunset. The colors were way too bright for his or Obaasan's liking. "No it's to bright. I want a soft painting…" turning back around he saw what he was looking for. He walked over to a painting of a rose. The colors were soft and just right. Turning to the girl standing by him he asked. "do you know by any chance who the artist is?" the girl turned to him, gray eyes bleak. "yes that would be me…are you interested in this one?" her tone of voice was quiet and almost sad as she asked. "yes I am…I could give you a hundred for it…im sorry that's all I have. But even I know its worth so much more than that." The girls eyes widened as he handed her the money. "oh.. no its not worth this much!" she stammered. His soft laughter filled the room. "I'll be back later…I have to go buy a cake."

Momo

As she walked home Momo thought of the silver haired boy, who had bought her painting. She had over heard the others call him Toshiro Hitsugaya. He couldn't be that Toshiro Hitsugaya… not the Third Prince, could he? She had never seen any one like him… males anyway. Walking into her yard she saw her father stumble outside. He had a beer in his hand and his breath smelled like he had been drinking for hours. "bout fucking time you got here!" Momo flinched at the word fuck. She hated it. "where's the money!?!" he demanded holding out an unsteady hand. Momo handed over the $95 and her father growled. "where's the rest you bitch!" his hand struck her face and the wedding ring on his finger slashed the skin. "I had to give the school half of the money…but the buyer gave me ninety extra." This made her father laugh cruelly. "what ya do give him a lap dance?" his harsh laughter made momo want to cry. "no!" she cryed. "he just liked the painting…that's all!" father's eyes hardened and he slapped her again. "never talk back to me you slut or else you know what!" his eyes narrowed and he threw the money at her and yelled, "go buy dinner you bitch!" before he walked back into their old house. Sighing momo bent to pick up the scattered money.