In which Hitsugaya involuntarily tries out a new look:
Disclaimer – If I owned Bleach, I'd sit down and eat a whole chocolate cake all by myself… But I don't own Bleach, so no cake for me. (Wait, why am I writing a disclaimer when this is a FANFICTION site? Oh well…)
This is my first ever fanfiction!
Shiro-kun: This one's about me, then?
Me: Pretty much. There's a lot of Matsumoto, too.
Shiro-kun: Oh, no. What's she done now?
Me: It's a surprise.
Shiro-kun: I'm not going to like this, am I?
Me: Nope. But your fans will love it.
Shiro-kun: Okay… Wait! I have fans?!
(If only he knew!)
It had been a long hot day in the Soul Society, and Hitsugaya Toushiro was looking forward to a nice cold shower.
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Hitsugaya sighed as he stepped out onto the cold stone floor and pulled his black robes back on. A shower had been an excellent idea, and now he felt completely refreshed. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and gasped.
"Matsumoto!" he roared as he ran into the next room, where his vice-captain sat at her desk, unusually sober.
"What?" she asked, not looking up from the magazine she was reading.
"What did you do to my shampoo?!" Her captain sounded furious for some reason, but Matsumoto kept her cool and continued to read her horoscope before replying.
"Oh, I thought the bottle was empty, so I put some of my own product in it. It's not toxic, if that's what you're worried about."
"I don't care about whether it's toxic or not. Look what it's done to my hair!"
Matsumoto looked up, took one glance at her captain and started to laugh hysterically. Hitsugaya's hair was no longer its trademark silvery white, but had somehow become a shade of fluorescent pink that was so bright it almost lit up the room.
Matsumoto snorted and fell off her chair with a crash, knocking over a giant stack of paperwork as she fell. This obviously did not go down well with Hitsugaya, as he proceeded to yell at his giggling vice-captain.
"This is NOT funny! My hair is pink! PINK! Do you have any idea how long it takes to wash dye out of white hair? I'll probably be stuck like this for weeks! Months, even!"
This had not been the right thing to say, as Matsumoto, who had been picking herself off the floor, collapsed again in another laughing fit, this time accidentally knocking open a cupboard door to reveal several large bottles of sake.
"Whoops," whispered Matsumoto, desperately trying to hide her now not-so-secret stash of alcohol from her captain. She was too late.
"MATSUMOTO!!!"
It's so short! Oh well. I guess there just wasn't much more to write on this particular subject. I could do another chapter though… Anyway, thanks for reading. Please review. Feel free to give me tips on how to make it better. I'm not planning on writing another chapter, but if you want me to then write it on the reviews and I will.
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