A.C.: Merry Christmas everyone! A plot bunny hit me and it's been hard lately to write anything at all so... I decided to try and freshen up with a new ficlet. This is so going to bite me in the ass later...
Warnings: possible spoilers, oocness, breach of grammar security rule number something, something, something, mature themes, implied rape, and slight BL-ness (that you can avoid by skipping the first few italicized paragraphs in the next... three... four chapters)
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A crumpled bit of paper was sent rolling across the wooden desk. With an amused grin, the captain of the 3rd division Ichimaru Gin looked at the younger captain standing across the desk. The 3rd division's blonde lieutenant felt the tense atmosphere and almost immediately excused himself with an armful of paperwork and exited the room scattering pieces of post-its left and right.
Still, the two captains waged their silent war, waiting for the one to break the silence first. And quietly, Gin's hand moved to unfold the rolled up paper and smoothed it out across the desk.
It was a hastily drawn message lining out the trial and the possible execution of Momo Hinamori. The date for the trial was tomorrow, underlined and written in wide strokes. In mock surprise, Gin lifted his eyebrows, cracking his eyes widely enough for Hitsugaya to peer into the bloody redness of Gin's eyes.
"'M afraid I can't help ya there 'Gaya. She ain't got no solid alibi, she's as good as guilty."
The taunting tone of the pale haired captain frustrated him, but Hitsugaya bit his lips and spat out,
"I know you can stop this, you're the only one who can! Hinamori wouldn't have done this, you know she wouldn't have. She practically worships the ground Aizen walks on!!"
"That's not for me to decide ya know."
The atmosphere dropped about ten degrees but Gin waved it off, rolling his shoulders nonchalantly before picking up the letter. The younger captain's green eyes followed every move of the long fingers as they began to roll up the paper and with it, his hopes of liberating his childhood friend from her certain fate.
Hitsugaya stepped back a foot and knelt down on his knees.
"Please Ichimaru-taichou... I beg of you."
Gin's fox-like grin widened further. The white-haired prodigy only heard the scrape of wood on floor as the taller captain stood up and walked towards his side. Almost as if appraising a prized stallion at a market, he circled twice and set a hand on top of Toushiro's head. The emerald eyed teen flinched and closed his eyes in response.
"Desperate to save her aren't ya 'Gaya?" Gin knelt down next to him, grabbing his chin and forcing his face up to greet his own. Their face was eerily close now and for a second Hitsugaya wished that he had brought Rangiku alongside him, then dismissed the idea for he did not want anyone to see him as he was right now.
Gin cocked his head left and right, "and ya know I ain't gonna do it for free."
Hitsugaya was quiet as if contemplating his vulnerable position. When he finally answered, it wasn't the rash and hot-headed persona he had entered the room with. It was cool collected; it belied the strength of the youngest captain ever on Gotei 13.
"What do you want Ichimaru-taichou?"
Gin quietly wrapped his fingers around the dusky skinned throat of the young captain and held him close.
"I want ya to swear that what happens in this room stays here..."
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"Byakuya-taichou!"
Izuru Kira immediately stood up from his position on the floor and bowed, smiling sheepishly as the black haired captain's brow rose at the sight of paperwork scattered all across the floor. With the speed that would have put the shunpo-goddess Yoruichi to shame, Kira immediately gathered up all the reports in his arm. Again, Byakuya said nothing to this and proceeded to the door leading up to the 3rd division's main office. He was about to place his hand on the doorknob when Kira, blocked the door using his body and the stack of paperwork in his arms.
"Ah... Ichimaru-taichou's kind of busy right now, may I take a message?" Byakuya looked apathetically at the blonde lieutenant. He was about to politely request that he get out of the way when a voice called out from behind the door,
"That you Izuru?"
Kira nearly fainted in relief at the sound of his captain's voice. Byakuya merely pushed the faint-legged lieutenant away from the door and entered the office.
At first glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until you noticed the blushing captain of the 10th division, standing beside Gin's desk. The dark haired captain took all this astride, promptly depositing a thin file on top of the desk. Gin stared up lazily,
"It's a report of when your division's Nakada Saburo called for my division's assistance in a hollow attack."
Gin's mouth parted in a distinct 'ah' and immediately signed the report without looking at it. Both Byakuya and Hitsugaya grimaced at how carelessly the pale haired captain handled the report.
"Anything else?"
"No," Byakuya took back the report. "Toushiro, care to walk me out?" at this Gin's grin faded slightly, but neither Hitsugaya nor Byakuya missed the sharp glint in his eyes as he cracked his eyes open.
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"Thank you Byakuya-taichou."
The nobleman merely replied with a solemn gaze. They slowly continued their walk towards 6th division building when they stopped. Hitsugaya looked up inquiringly at the taller captain, slightly wearied look in his green eyes.
Byakuya Kuchiki sighed patiently as he undid the scarf around his neck. In the same movement he loosely wrapped it around Toushiro's neck, making sure that the ends would not drag behind him. The familiar redness crept up on the pale haired teen's face.
"Byakuya-taichou, I couldn't possibly...!"
But the other captain had already turned away, pausing only briefly to run his hand though the silver hair.
"You may return it to me later but it seems now, you have the greater need."
"Thank you Byakuya-taichou."
The captain nodded briefly to acknowledge this and disappeared into the 6th division building. Hitsugaya stood there slightly dazed, touching the silken material worth more than anything he'd ever owned in life. The scarf brushed gently against his neck and his face reddened further in shame.
He couldn't go back to the 10th division now. He couldn't bare the thought of facing Matsumoto. Gritting his teeth, he whirled around, wincing at the lance of pain shooting through his body at the sudden action. When he finally assumed some control over his shaking legs, he began to run towards the direction of the 13th division.
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A.C.: -coughs- ehh so... what do you think so far? Comments? Questions? ...Flames?