Word from the Author: Well, basically what I'm doing at the moment is trying to diversify my fandoms... So, this is the beginning - aiming to write for a hundred different fandoms by the end of this... uh, ...decade? Heh. At some stage or another, I'm sure I'll finish...! Anyhow, I present 'Fandom No. 1 - Bleach.'
Disclaimer: Damn. I'm gonna have to get creative with my disclaimers. Uh, let's see... If Bleach were mine, all the beautiful male Shinigami would have to wear their Shinigami robes all disheveled like... So, seeing as that rarely, if EVER, happens, it's obviously not mine...
Of Temper and Height
Hitsugaya hated it when people pointed out how short he was. He didn't so much hate his physical size, he just hated the fact that everyone kept commenting on it. He was fairly sure that if people started stating the painfully obvious about any other person, repeatedly, acting as if each time they saw that person it was a new discovery for them, the person in question would get tired of it pretty damn quickly.
…Unless that person was Yachiru. Then again, Hitsugaya was fairly certain that she barely bothered to remember or recognize anyone outside of her everyday interactions. Likewise, it hardly seemed as if she'd be fazed by any such comments. And even if she was, she'd probably just let her anger reign freely, in the same way she always did, if only because no one seemed inclined to tell her off, not with Kenpachi lurking psychotically in the background. In fact, in such situations, that would also be an alternative, Hitsugaya thought to himself. If anyone were to pick on Yachiru, she could simply run to 'Ken-chan' and he'd deal with the issue soon enough.
The difference between Yachiru and him, however, despite them being the youngest looking ranked Shinigami within the Gotei 13, was the fact that Hitsugaya was actually substantially older than her. He just didn't look it.
From time to time, his oldness would show through though, mainly in his actions if not in his thinking. The prime example, Hitsugaya reflected, was his tendency to cackle hysterically at his own anecdotes. But he only did this when there was no one around, just to keep up appearances. Another such example was his inclination to napping, something that only the seriously young, the seriously lazy and the seriously old were wont to do. He could arguably fit into the second category, were it not for the fact that he was actually one of the harder working taichou, not that that said much, given some of the individuals who had held such positions previously…
On the other hand, there were times when he would bask in his shortness and apparent youth. As a dirty old man, in spite of all appearances to the contrary, barring his 'old man hair,' his height put him exactly where he wanted to be — at boob level.
So long as he wasn't suffocated to death by aforementioned boobs, Hitsugaya was happy.
Finis.
Another Word from the Author: And there you have it... One down... ninety-nine to go... //dies//... Review, if you will: よろしくお願いします！