If anything, Toshiro didn't know why he agreed to come to such a game. It was a game that Matsumoto had discovered in the Living World called 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'. The objective of the game was to get the two unlucky victims into a closet and eventually have them start 'making-out' as Ikkaku had put it. Then again, the only reason he was here in the first place was to get Matsumoto out of his hair for the rest of the day. Which complyed, he had to be here. A whole day without Matsumoto was equivalent to a good years-worth supply of watermelons. It wasn't too much of a hefty price was it? Among him, a few others were here. For example, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Renji, Rukia, Ichigo, Orihime, Kyoraku, Unohana, Ukitake, Momo, Kira, Matsumoto, himself, and finally a girl who was friends with Ichigo and the others. Now, Toshiro wouldn't deny that she was a cute girl, but he would deny that he liked her. Her name was Angel, she has stunning violet colored eyes, black hair with white highlights, pale skin, and a very nice sense of humor.
Whatever the facts may have been, they were completely forgotten when Toshiro tossed in a small dragon made of ice. It wouldn't melt, as long as he had enough reiastu or allowed it to tossed in one of his feathers, Renji a pineapple shaped keychain, Ichigo his Substitute Shinigami badge, Rukia a drawing of Chappy, Kyoraku a cap from a sake bottle, Ukitake a small candy, Kira a haiku, Unohana an origami butterfly, and Angel a book titled: Alice in Wonderland. Of course, no one knew what eachother put and therefore would have to face the consequences when they found out. Now, Matsumoto had added her own twist to this game and added some small numbered cards with dares on the back of what to do with each canidate once you picked. And if you didn't perform them, well...you'd have to make out in front of the whole group.
They all sat in a circle, and the bucket in the center, whoever's turn it was, the person across would also get to pick something. Matsumoto went first and picked up the lid from the sake bottle. In response, Kyoraku winked at her and his hands held the dare. It read the number six on it, which already gave off a bad vibe. Kyoraku read this aloud.
"Well, this isn't so bad. You and your partner will have to drink sake from eachothers mouths." Matsumoto gulped. "Oh, now don't fret. I'm not that bad." They went into the closet, carrying a bottle of sake, and Ichigo hit the timer. The next seven minutes were turn-ons for some of the men. Excluding Hitsugaya and Ukitake. What they heard were soft moans, no doubt from Matsumoto, and a lot of thumps. What was on most of the guys' minds was: 'Damn, Kyoraku can work fast!' Once again excluding Hitsugaya. The timer rang, and no one decided to stand up and open the door except for Yumichika. He stood up and opened the door only to gasp and scream.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" He flailed his arms about.
"What, what, what?" Ikkaku taunted. Smrking like the bald man he was.
"They were-and then I saw-and oh my god!" These came out in segments. Matsumoto walked out, her hair frazzled, and Kyoraku's hair pulled out of its ponytail. Ikkaku snickered. Matsumoto was blushing madly.
"Well, then." She coughed. "It's someone else's turn, so go." Ikkaku held out a feather. Yumichika looked horrified. Both men gulped. Renji and Ichigo snickered and pointed while the rest were just imagining their reactions. Ikkaku and Yumichika both had a look of shock. Yumichika's was everlasting as he read the dare.
"Y-You and your partner will have to strip." Silence hung in the air. That was until Renji bursted out laughing. Momo looked ready to laugh too. Ichigo shoved the two into the closet and heard nothing but loud shouts of anger and something that sounded like: 'You're going to ruin my beauty!' The timer rang, and Ichigo opened the door to reveal a madly blushing Yumichika and a awkward looking Ikkaku who were both straightening their clothes. Ichigo laughed out loud again, and sat back in his seat.
"Who's next?" Renji asked.
"It's Momo's turn." Kira replied. He gulped. Momo held Kira's haiku. They blushed darkly. Kira held out the dare. And then immediately blushed in a shade that seemed impossible.
"You and your partner," He gulped. "Need to French kiss." Momo simply laughed.
"How is that bad, Kira-kun?" She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the closet. The next seven minutes were followed with moans, and screaming of names. This slightly annoyed Toshiro, but it went unoticed. The timer rang, and Renji opened the door to reveal a topless Momo with her mouth on Kira's lips. Renji chuckled.
"Have a good time?" He asked, Momo pulled her shirt on and walked out. Gin and some girl named Fumiko popped up.
"Oh! Is this that game that you told me about Ran-chan?" Ichimaru smiled widely.
"Sure is, and I added a small twist to it." Ichimaru's smile got even wider. If that was possible.
"I'm in!" Fumiko said the same with a bright smile.
"Alright, since you guys just joined, you two get to pick." Ichimaru tossed in a wrapped up dried persimmon. Fumiko picked out the dried persimmon. Matsumoto grinned. "Since I don't have a dare listed for you, I choose my own. You two have to eat the dried persimmon together!" Gin kept smiling while Fumiko blushed darkly. Matsumoto shoved them in. "In you go!"
The closet was dark and a bit stuffy, and it was small enough to the point where Fumiko was pushed right up against the third division captain.
"Well, this is...nice." Fumiko said quietly. She swore she could see Gin smiling even in the dark. Their noses were very close to eachother, and unconciously, Fumiko was pulling forward. The sudden contact of Fumiko's lips on Gin's was surprising to him. He kissed her back before pulling away, he then proceeded to place a piece of the dried persimmon in his mouth.
"Come now, it's tastes really good." He taunted her. His voice sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly their lips were on eachother's again before they knew it. By now, Fumiko had Gin pushed against the door. Gin put his hands around her waist and pulled away again, only to start planting butterfly kisses on her neck. She moaned quite loudly. Gin was smiling all the while.
"Gin..." Fumiko said breathlessly. She curled her fingers in his soft silver hair. "Gin, come on, at least take my shirt off or something." The shirt came off, and Gin was massaging her breasts, causing Fumiko to moaned loudly. Her breathing was rushed, and Gin seemed so calm about it. She quickly pulled off his captain's haori and the top part of his shihakushÅ, even taking off the white kosode.
"Gettin' a little feisty are we?" Gin teased. She demonstrated her point by slowly pulling off his obi sash. His hakama hung quite loosely over his hips, almost threatening to fall off. He placed another piece of dried persimmon between her breasts, and ate it slowly, which then resulted her in giving a loud moan. Again. Gin ended up pushing her against the wall, and it was thrown into a full blown make out session, and if not stopped even more. Fumiko was about to pull off Ichimaru's hakama when the door suddenly opened. to reveal Matsumoto.
"Gin!" She blushed. "That...was unexpected." She cleared her throat and turned away. "You should...put on your clothes." Matsumoto said, a smile creeping onto her face.
"Do we have to, Ran-chan? It was just getting good." Ichimaru pouted with cause Fumiko to squeal mentally in delight on how cute it was.
"Your seven minutes are up, Gin. You can continue this later, right?" They half heartedly shrugged on their clothes, still thinking about the kiss. Subconsciously, Fumiko pulled her hands towards the third division captain, and grasped it tightly. They both blushed as they sat down at the circle.
"Alright, who's next?" Matsumoto shouted.
I hope you enjoyed that. And if you want to pair up with anyone, feel free to. Just not Toshiro, cause he's taken. You can go more than once, and if you request I'll try my best to write a lemon for you. Though it might not be as great as you want, just sayin'. I will refrain from taking these sessions too far. If you're in the fic, I'll detail it as much as I can. No sexual refences unless you want one. Got it? Oh, and if you want to be in this, tell me your requested name, a bit about your personality, and who you want to be with. Thanks for reading!
hakama - pants
shihakushÅ - shinigami outfit
haori - the white overcoat that captains wear
obi sash - the white sash on a shinigami outfit
white kosode - the short sleeved white undershirt that shinigamis wear under their outfits