I know I have other fics to be finishing but when this Idea popped into my head I just had to follow it. So anyway please enjoy. (an for those waiting on the next installment of "Heirs of War" it's on hold for the moment due to lack of ideas.)
Chapter 1: Office Blues
Everything was quiet inside the Seireitei. The captain of the tenth division sighed. It was calm and quiet. Something he rarely had the time too enjoy. Especially here, in his office, which usually housed his loud and bubbly vice-captain.
He smirked he'd never been so glad for a vice-captain meeting to be called. He hadn't seen her yet that day. Not that that in itself was unusual. He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands. The smirk disappearing as he went into deep thought.
It was becoming harder and harder to hide his fast growing feelings for his busty and loud second in command. It wasn't obvious in the least, but after being by his side for so many years she easily picked up on his subtly mood changes and knew something was up with him.
The past month she had barely left the office during work hours. Even if she just spent most of it asleep or staring at him intently, as if eventually she would be able to read his mind. It was really starting to effect him.
It took all his self control to keep the blush from rising to his cheeks while she stared at him. He would stare at the papers for hours without even really looking at them just too avoid her gaze. Which usually meant staying till at least midnight to finish them after she had left to go do whatever it was she did, his best guess was going to bars.
If he didn't know better he'd think she knew. She had been flirting mercilessly with him lately.
He rubbed his temples in exasperation. Something was going to give soon, and he was betting that his sanity would go before he came clean and told her how he felt. He glared out at nothing in particular. It wasn't like it was against the rules for a captain and a lieutenant to have a relationship, and Icimaru was no longer a problem since Hitsugaya had slain him himself in the winter war. His fists clenched the truth was and he loathed to admit it, but he was afraid.
Yes, Hitsugaya Toshirou feared rejection. Not just any ones of course. Just Matsumoto Rangiku's. He was unsure if she was still hung up on the dead ex-captain of squad three.
"This is becoming tiresome...." He growled at Hyourinmaru. The dragon felt the need to comment about his love life.
"Cause your a lot of help" He snapped back. He could see the dragon looking at him contemplatively.
"I can only encourage you master, you must overcome this on your own." He stated slowly after a moment. He sighed. Hyourinmaru was trying to help him he knew but the long nights and Matsumoto's flirting was wearing him dangerously thin.
His head hit the desk and he groaned loudly. Hyourinmaru snickered. "That's very becoming of a captain.." He glared. Before he could retort there was a knock at the door. He sat up and attempted to pull his tired body together.
"Come in." He mustered up enough strength to sound authoritative. He suppressed a groan as his fifth seat nudged the door open with his foot as his hands were full of paper work. He sighed to himself as it was sat on his desk and the fifth seat bowed before being excused.
He was really going to need Matsumoto's help with it all but at the same time he couldn't do a damn thing when he was in the same room with her.
She was just so distracting, and the part that pissed him off was that he was sure she knew it, even if she didn't know why she had become such a distraction to him. He was positive she knew and that she delighted in it.
He looked miserably at the papers before resigning himself to another long night in the office. Despite what most thought he did not enjoy paper work in the least.
If he didn't do this work no one would, but he briefly wondered how long he could go on like this.
He sighed and the only sound in the office was the rustling of papers.
He sluggishly placed the last paper on the finished pile and let out a strangled groan/whimper. He looked up his neck stiff and his muscles sore. Three in the morning. No surprise there. He place his brush down with some difficulty. His hand locked in the position of holding his brush. He rubbed out the kinks and sighed before pushing the chair back and standing.
He realized to late to try and catch himself as extreme dizziness hit him and his legs gave out. His world was a burst of pain as his head connected with the desk.
He sat on his knees in a dizzy and confused pain. He could fell the warm wet blood oozing down his face from the large gash he now sported on his forehead He stumbled to his feet toward the door, falling to his knee every couple steps. His head was spinning so fast he could barely tell which way he was going.
When he finally made it across the room he leaned heavily on the door for a moment panting as his stomach churned violently, his head throbbed and blood partially blinded him. He ripped the door open and stumbled outside barely landing in the grass of the division courtyard before vomiting.
He hadn't had much to eat lately but after his stomach was empty he stayed on his knees dry heaving. For at least fifteen minutes. Every gag more wretched then the last. Blood pooled in the bile and he wondered for only a second before heaving some more if he was puking blood or if it was just dripping from his face.
His whole being ached. His muscles were sore, his head throbbed, his blood stung his eyes and his mouth tasted foul.
He wobbled on his hands as his arms began to lose any strength they had left. Darkness clawed at the edges of his vision as he fell into the grass. He was vaguely aware of someone yelling somewhere in the distance as his eyes closed and he lost conciseness.
Okay, how was it? It was kinda short for myself personally. Of course it's only the first chapter, and I was having a hard time with this. I have a good idea of what my plot is, it's just hard getting started, but I think I'm on the write track now. Any way, please enjoy. ~Malthazar LOS