Not to sure what to make of this. I was bored and this came out. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach! If I did, I wouldn't be looking for a job, now would I?
He was going to kill her.
That and other similar thoughts crossed his mind while walking – more like angrily stomping – towards his office.
This is the third time this week!
Subordinates jumped out of his way the moment they saw him. He would have laughed at their expressions if he wasn't so angry.
How does she keep doing it?
He could hear surprised gasps and muffled curses behind him, usually followed by a loud thump. Not his fault people weren't looking where they were going. After all, they should expect the ground to be slippery in his division. It was practically an everyday occurence here.
He was so going to kill her!
"Ah Captain, Ack …" was followed by another loud thump. He would listen to it later. He had bigger fish to fry at the moment.
Finally reaching his office, he stood infront of the door for a little bit longer, trying – and failing – to rein in his anger. With a violent shove he opened up the sliding door, only to stop and blink in surprise.
His vice-captain lay passed out on the couch, bottles of sake surrounding her left and right. But that wasn't what had made him pause. No, this sight was an everyday occurence after all. What was unusual were all the letters flooding the office. There were even more than the dreaded paperwork. They were on his desk, his vice-captains desk, the coffee table and even some on Matsumoto herself.
To his growing horror most of them were a bright pink, alot even decorated with hearts and kisses. He caught sight of the name on some of them. SHIROU-CHAN was written in large, often flowery handwritting.
There was an audible snap followed by a roared exclamation. "MATSUMOTO!"
The blast of ice could be felt all the way to the training ground.
"Hah, looks like the Captain is at it again." One of the Soul Reapers said. This was followed by sights and grunts from the others surrounding him.