Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach
Genre: Black Humor (by this I mean gallows humor not racist humor I am not racist in the slightest)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Hitsugaya (OOCish but you'll understand why) Matsumoto Unohana various others
I don't know how sick shinigami can get so don't give me junk about oh they can't get sick because Ukitake has been sick since the beginning of the series, anyway I'll shut up here's the story.
One Week
"Well Hitsugaya-taicho we just got the tests back," said Unohana. Hitsugaya noted apprehensively that she looked somewhat different from normal "What's the problem? Do I need better painkillers or something?" he asked. "I'm afraid not" replied Unohana "these headaches you've been having are not a result of stress or anything like that, I'm afraid you have a growth in your brain." Hitsugaya sat there in shock for a few minutes then he regained his speech faculties "does this mean surgery?" "No it's inoperable"
Hitsugaya nodded slowly not really looking like someone who had just been told he was going to die "so how long do I have?" he asked "after one week you'll sink into a coma" said Unohana "after this you'll have a few days." "A week" Hitsugaya mused "I guess that'll be enough" "we can provide you with a room if you want" Unohana offered "we can make your last week as comfortable as possible." "Are you kidding?" said Hitsugaya "I'm going to die no matter where I am so I'm not going to spend my last week lying around feeling sorry for myself! I'm going to make sure I do everything that I'll regret not doing! I've spent my entire life working my ass off, now I'm going to have some fun… Could you do me a favor? Don't tell anyone about who you don't have to I'll tell them myself." "Alright Unohana replied "are you…?" "Yes I'm sure."