A/N: I do not own Bleach. This is the first thing I've written in over a year. Just a bit of rambling nonsense. :)
[1] Tired
Just for one minute. I'll close my eyes just for a minute now. No one's around to see, anyway. Let's see, what else do I have to do now? Well, I have to sign all of this... stack... of... paper... wor-
Thud.
"Ouchieeeeee!"
"What are you doing, Kirie?" My short, yet seemingly tall captain glared at me from over my shoulder, uninterested in the newly acquired red bump on forehead. I mentally cursed the edge of the desk that I hit my head on.
"Taichou, I was just... uh.. um..."
"Sleeping?"
"Yes! That's it! I was just slee-" I stopped myself in the middle of my sentence. For a moment, I thought he was going to freeze my ankles to my chair and my hand to my pen, so that I would keep working. Instead, he took the papers from my desk and the pen from my hand. My watch read 2:32 am.
"I don't need you drooling all over the paperwork I have to turn into Yamamoto-soutaichou," he said in a very calm and quiet manner. He straightened up the stack of paper on his own desk, then picked me up from my middle and set me down gently on the couch.
"Go to sleep." Hitsugaya-taichou took off his haori and put it over my shoulders.
Hitsugaya Toushirou is a kinder person than most think.
Name is pronounced "Kir-ee-ay". Probably not an actual Japanese name. I just kept seeing Kyrie in my mind from Eureka Seven AO and the name was screaming at me to be used. This might just be 100 drabbles on Hitsugaya, I'm not sure. Reviews are kind, even though I'm not really trying to accomplish anything with this. It was really random that I wrote it. And a bit drastic to publish. But I'm looking for an excuse not to study for organic chemistry...
~SM