Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Please don't sue me. If you possess the copyright, just have your legal representative send me a C&D and this will be gone before you can say "intellectual property."
Summary: One of the cons of the job is the paperwork.
Characters: Matsumoto, Hitsugaya
Warnings: Nothing, really. I feel so free.
Office Space
She was sitting at the desk, assuming one had a loose definition of "sitting." This much was progress. Of course, her posture needed some work. Slouching over the papers was so undignified; it did not fit her status as his lieutenant.
"Oi, Matsumoto. Sit up straight."
She woke up suddenly, but managed to pull it off with a certain amount of composure. Her manner suggested that she had not been startled awake so much as gently reminded into consciousness. "Oh, hey there, kiddo. I didn't here you come in."
"You will address me with respect."His normally flat tone became a bit chillier.
"You got it, chief."
He sighed. She was incorrigible, really. "Did you finish that paperwork?"
She looked rather sheepish. "Oh, yeah. That is going quite smoothly, and I anticipate it will be finished at some time in the near future."
Which was a complete lie of course. She only used such fancy words when she was trying to placate him. "Were you sleeping on the paperwork again?" He asked, eyes narrowing.
"Of course not."
"There's drool on it."
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you saying I drool in my sleep?"
"Was there someone else in here drooling on it for you?"
"Well, how should I know? Maybe Hisagi-kun was here. Maybe he was watching me, while I was sl– doing paperwork so diligently I didn't notice." She shuddered.
"Don't be ridiculous, woman. You were sleeping on the paperwork again."
She looked down at it. "It's just so soft and boring."
He rolled his eyes. "You are so useless. I'm a captain, but would you know it? I'm the only captain who's responsible for all the normal responsibilities plus the paperwork of the lieutenant position, except for Ukitake, and he's excused because he's so sick and all. Go nap over there. I swear, how did I ever get someone so useless?" Grumbling to himself, he took up a position next to her.
She ruffled his hair. "Thanks, boss."
While he filled out supply sheets and performance evaluations, she made herself comfortable in the corner. "How do I do all this and not just go psycho?" He muttered, half to himself.
Matsumoto, between yawns, answered: "It's because you're a prodigy. Better than I'll ever be, and still so young. Also," she smiled, "you have me to motivate you."
Promptly, she was asleep.
When she woke up, the stack was gone.
THE END
A/N: I love the social dynamics between people in soul society. Also, this story features no obscene or offensive content. It is the most work-safe thing I think I've ever written. Which means I win.