Hello! After writing all angst, I decided to write something a little lighter, more humorous, and decided to write this. I'm actually planning to write a collection of Christmas themed short fics and drabbles, since I have bunch of ideas for it. I've already written two more, so it should be updated semi-frequently. It's a little early to start, but I guess it sort of serves as a countdown to Christmas, so it's ok. Enough of my rambling, just read!

Title: Snow Maker

Characters: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, mentions of Yamamoto

Word Count: 302

Warnings: Any apologies for OOC, for Hitusgaya or Yamamoto

"Hyōrinmaru isn't some sort of toy or slushie ice maker, where you just crank the handle and voila! Instant snow"

-Hitsugaya

"What?! He wants me to-"

"Yep!"

"Has the old geezer lost his mind?! Maybe using Ryūjin Jakka too many times fried his brain or his old age is finally catching up to him…"

"But, taicho, he is the soutaicho and he did order you to, plus wouldn't it be nice to-"

"Forget it, I'm not using Hyōrinmaru to blanket Seireitei with snow to foster Christmas spirit which can lead to greater friendship, cooperation and unity among the Gotei 13 or whatever the hell he thinks this'l do."

"Wow taicho, that's amazing! You copied the soutaicho word for word! Well, everything except for the "whatever the hell he'll think this'll do part". Oh, and as an incentive for quality work, he's offered to reduce some of your paperwork, so you can devote more time to this task."

"So now he's trying to bribe me; well it won't work. Hyōrinmaru isn't some sort of toy or slushie ice maker, where you just crank the handle and voila! Instant snow. No, Hyōrinmaru is a Zanpakutō, the most powerful ice-type Zanpakutō in Soul Society; he can demolish hoards of enemies with waves fo splintering ice, start raging blizzards in a blink of an eye-"

"Taicho, I think that's why the soutaicho is asking you to-"

"That's not the point though- and Matsumoto, you still haven't finished your report, it was due a week ago. My point is that Hyōrinmaru is a weapon, do you hear me? W-E-A-P-O-N. weapons fight and kill things; they don't entertain or just randomly make it snow to please some old guy's fantasy. It's degrading and no matter how much he bribes me, I won't-"

"You won't be held accountable for my work"

"…"

"for a month!"

"I'll do it"

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fin

Interested?: Here's a preview of the next chapter- "He was cold, he was wet, since it started raining not too long ago, and to add to the already pitiful picture, he was wearing his droopy santa hat, all while continously ringing his single bell"