I don't own Bleach. If I did there would be way more HitsuHina moments, oh, and Momo would be fighting in the war.

This fanfic can be taken as a series of oneshots or a full story complete with moments in the life of Momo. Each chapter will be a different part regarding Momo's strength as a shinigami. Basically, her reiatsu/spirit power and her strength as a person. The chapters will be in sequencial order and may refer to each other on a couple occasions.

Toshiro will be the other character usually showing up in the story because he needs to be there since I fully support the two as a couple.

"Leave. Him. Alone."

Those three words held all her passion and fury, swirled together into a sweltering blend of fire. Just two emotions shook her lithe body as though it were too small a container to withhold such dangerously strong sensations.

She never understood why, but ever since she could remember, white hot flashes of fury would ignite at her core and spread all the way to the end of her fingertips. Power would radiate from the source and coat the insides of her form.

Though rare and when she least expected these surprising emotions her mind would disconnect from her usual logic and common sense, becoming its own entity.

It was frightening.

It was addicting.

Those were the moments she felt the most alive. Those were the feelings which made her think and act without any abandon. Those were the instances she understood what power really was.

And she could not help but love it.

Of course, these thoughts would only pass through her subconscious, failing to reach her as an important matter to ponder about. But who could blame her, for each time this phenomenal feeling was activated so was the special force sleeping inside her soul.

Each time, the energy would bloom, slowly at first as if awakening from a deep sleep, soon to seep out of its resting place akin to a cobra, movements inconspicuous and planned out as it tracks down its prey. Bending to the will of its mistress it grows in accordance to the size of her heightened emotions, expanding past the limit of her body to rise to the endless skies of the world surrounding it.

It was usually around that part where the victims of her temper were cowering with frightened eyes, quivering shamelessly underneath her presence or had taken heel and bolted for safety.

In this case, the three boys took the latter option.

Exhaling softly she felt with every cell of her body the dangerous and protecting force stream back into her soul like lukewarm water returning to the ocean after a particularly large wave crashing upon the land's shore.

Senses slowly returning, the girl looked down upon the, crumpled and now forgotten, interest of her three victims.

A boy.

Lying before her, she noted he was younger than her by only a few years with snowy white hair that was tainted with the dirt of the earth's surface. Upon his face were bruises from one too many punches and a still bleeding cut lip, most likely caused from him biting it while taking the brutal hits. No doubt the three boys were older than him, but, as her eyes swept his body from top to bottom, taller than him as well. He was, to put it bluntly, short. Shorter than her which was a surprise judging on her own height.

But it was his eyes that caught and held her curious gaze.

Green. No, blue. No, both: an unusual mix producing a stunning turquoise bright enough to be mistaken for stars, yet deep enough to make a person wonder how far you can sink before drowning in them.

Her new found interest extinguished all lingering thoughts or feelings previous to when she found the bullies beating up the boy. Getting onto her knees she gently lifted his head, aware his sharp eyes were watching her warily, and laid it on her lap. Absently, the tips of her fingers stroked the top of his left ear in a feather light touch, down to the side of his face gently, feeling the shiver ripple down his spine.

Subjecting to warmer emotions, she felt it once again. The power inside her body leaking out as it did only moments before, but this time it enveloped the boy and her in a protective, secure layer.

She could tell he sensed it, for he let out a small surprised gasp, his whole body stiffening in caution. After a few moments she figured he must have understood that there was no malicious intent behind the feeling for he visibly loosened up and sunk into her kind embrace, emitting a quiet sigh.

Continuing to stroke his abnormal, but beautiful white tresses she locked her eyes onto his own seeking gaze. At first he was silent, watching her with his quietly mature orbs, measuring her up and making swift decisions behind his impenetrable mask.

Finally, his lips parted,

"I'm Toshiro. Toshiro Hitsugaya."

His voice was steady and she could tell just from his voice that his intelligence exceeded his age.

She smiled warmly at him; he didn't say any thank you towards her helping him, or asking of her own name first, or accountability of her actions. No, he did no such thing. All he gave was a name, his name, an invitation welcoming her into his life, giving her the choice of accepting or walking away.

She chose, and of her own volition she welcomed him into her own life with open arms as she stepped into his own.

Lips widening into a smile, she heard her soft voice echo across the deserted land,

"My name's Momo. Momo Hinamori."

The day started out as an average day that held no promises, and yet it marked the beginning of an important chapter in her life. All thanks to her unstable temper and naïve outlook on justice.

The girl's unnamed power swirled around its holder and her new companion as though it were tiny peach blossoms, assuring the girl that it did indeed have a name, that it was as true a part of her being as any functioning body part. It too was another stepping stone that led to an important part of her future.

A special power that intimidates and defends, as well as protects, comforts, and provides strength.

It is hers and hers alone.

Hers, Hinamori Momo's spirit force.

Her very own reiatsu.

Author's Note: I really like the pairing HitsuHina, but i can never write a really fluffy or sappy fic on them because, to me, it feels wrong...

i enjoy writing meaningful or insightful fics on the both of them (usually Momo though)

Constructive criticism welcomed, flames can go to hell because that's where they belong.

Hope you enjoyed! Please review, it inspires me.