Chapter One: Why Are You So Stubborn?!

Toshiro sighed deeply as he gently ran his fingers through his hair, putting down his pain. He rubbed his face and yawned rather loudly before looking at the time. 10:55PM. It's late and Toshiro has been up for hours to do the big amount of paper work that Matsumoto lazily left behind. Yet again.

He sighed, making a mental note to freeze Matsumoto when she comes back, and decides that it's enough for today. He walked out of the building and headed for his room, which wasn't too far. Turning around, he heard his name being called. But suddenly, he was met with two giant boobs in his face. He sighed and groaned.

"TAICHOU~!" Matsumoto chimed as she hugged her captain tightly and spun him around, the alcohol visible on her.

"Matsumoto...Release me or I swear I'll tell you pieces!" Toshiro roared and Matsumoto quickly let him go, taking a step backward.

"Sorry *hic* taichou." She said. Toshiro rolled his eyes and brushed himself.

"I'm beginning to hate this, Matsumoto." He looked up at his fukitaichou. "You left a big stack of paper work behind AGAIN, Matsumoto. You need to pick up your act. You've been doing nothing but drinking all week and I'm getting annoyed with doing your dirty work." He said. Matsumoto frowned, putting her hands out in front of her.

"I'm sorry, *hic* taichou." She said. Toshiro sighed and headed to his room, which was a small cabin that fit him perfectly. "You don't *hic* hate me, right?!" She called after him, only getting Toshiro slamming the door behind him as her answer. Matsumoto sighed deeply and looked down.

"He's right. I need to stop lacking off..." She looked up at the 10th Division building and walked toward the main door. "I could at least finish the paper work." She said, stumbling here and there. Toshiro watched from the window and shut the blinds, sighing.

"Maybe I was too harsh on her..."

"Master, I agree. You were a little harsh on her but then again you were right. She keeps lacking off and she's too big of an alcoholic."

"Yeah, I know, Hyronimaru. But she's a loyal fukitaichou. I'll give her that."

Toshiro slide off his captain's robe along with the black robe under it, only leaving the silky white one behind. He tied it around his waist gently and locked the doors and windows, shutting the blinds, before brushing his teeth.

"I wonder what everyone is up to..."

"Probably sleeping like you're ready to."

"Probably."

Toshiro turned and looked at the door as he heard a knock on it, blinking in surprise. He finished brushing his teeth and turned on the light in the living-room before unlocking the door and opening it. His aqua blue eyes widened at the sight of the substitute soul reaper in front of him.

"Kurosaki? What are you doing here?" He said. Ichigo smiled softly at him.

"Can I come in?" He asked. Toshiro hesitated but slowly stepped a side, letting Ichigo in.

"You didn't answer my question." He said as he shut the door behind Ichigo.

"Oh, right." Ichigo slid off his shoes at the step, putting his shoes on the mat next to him. "I was roaming around when I was Rangiku," Toshiro sighed at his fukitaichou's name, "and she looked a little down. I was wondering if you knew why."

"...Sit down. I guess I'll make some tea." Toshiro said, walking to the kitchen. Ichigo blinked and followed.

"You do know, don't you?" He said and Toshiro remained silent. "Toshiro, what happened?" Toshiro turned around and pointed at him, narrowing his eyes.

"That's Hitsugaya-taichou for the last time, Kurosaki." He said. Ichigo sighed.

"I don't care at the moment, Hitsugaya! What's wrong with Rangiku?" He said. Toshiro sighed deeply and turned around, going back to work on the tea.

"I was working or-do at the 10th Division, doing Matsumoto's heavy stack of paperwork she was supposed to do. But instead, she went out and got drunk with some people." He said, handing the cup of freshly brewed green tea to Ichigo, who took it.

"And? What else happened?" He asked. Toshiro turned and leaned against the sink counter.

"I scolded her for it." He said. Ichigo blinked and looked at Toshiro.

"You scolded Rangiku?!" He exclaimed and Toshiro slowly nodded.

"I took note that I was being too harsh but it was the only way to get to her. I can't always do her dirty work that she left behind. It's not my responsibility." He said. Ichigo took a careful sip of the tea before putting it down.

"Still, you could have been a bit more nicer to her than you were." He said. Toshiro scoffed and rolled his eyes, walking to his bedroom.

"Nicer my butt. I'm not gonna be 'nice' to a person who keeps slacking, Kurosaki." He said. Ichigo growled low and walked after the white-haired captain.

"Can't you be nice just for once in your life?!" He said. Toshiro whirled around and sent Ichigo a death glare, making Ichigo stop in his tracks.

"Who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn't be?" Toshiro approached Ichigo, who thickly gulped. "I don't need to be nice if I don't want to be, Kurosaki. It's that simple." He said and turned away, walking for his bedroom. Ichigo sighed deeply and walked after Toshiro.

"Toshiro!" He yelled and got on his knees, whirling Toshiro around with a firm grip on his upper arms. Toshiro's eyes widened as he stared at Ichigo. "It wouldn't hurt to be nice for one day, would it?!" Toshiro continued staring at Ichigo before a cold glare formed on his face, the temperature in the room dropping.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." He growled between gritted teeth. Ichigo sensed the young captain getting angry so he quickly let go. "Don't even think about touching me again, Kurosaki. Or you'll die."

"B-But-"

"NO BUTS!" Toshiro yelled, cutting Ichigo off. "NOW GET OUT!" He yelled, pointing to the door.

"My gosh, Toshiro!" Ichigo got to his feet. "Why are you so stubborn?!" He said.

"I SAID GET OUT!" He yelled. Ichigo flinched and quickly left, shutting the door behind him. Toshiro sighed and locked the door before shutting off the light. He looked out of the window and saw Ichigo fly on top of a roof top. Toshiro looked down and slowly turned away, heading for his bedroom. He climbed under the sheets and stared at the ceiling for a long time before his thin eyebrows pulled together. He closed his eyes a bit tightly, gripping the sheets, before rolling over and covering himself with the sheets.

to be continued...

Matsumoto: Way to hurt my feelings, author-nim T_T *sniff, sniff*

Me: AH! I'M SO SORRY, RANGIKU-SAHHH! *hugs* ;A;

Matsumoto: T_T *hugs back*

Toshiro: *rolls eyes*

Ichigo: Hey! Why'd you make Toshiro yell at me!?

Me:...It's just a story ^^; *awkward chuckle*

Matsumoto: Meanie T_T

Toshiro: I'm gonna freeze you for a thousand years, author-nim! *yanks out zanpaktou*

Ichigo: *pulls out his* Any last words?!

Me:...Um...I don't own Bleach?

MatsumotoxIchigoxToshiro:...Fair enough