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Best Not Answered

It wasn't nearly sunset, and it wasn't nearly raining. He stood upon a meadow, leaning against a roadside fence. His piercing teal eyes were keenly trained on the device in his palm, reading and tapping away at it with his fingers as if it held all the answers.

If he noticed her coming, he did not say so. "Why do you worry about her so much?" she asked.

Hitsugaya glanced out of the corners of his eyes at his lieutenant, clearly disinclined to speak. The bright-haired beauty shifted, watching the orb of sunlight struggle to the horizon amongst the culminating clouds. It was silent for a long moment, but it was the wrong kind of silence.

"She's confused right now, but she can handle herself, you know," she said softly, nudging the grass with her sandals. She wasn't sure if she'd said the right words.

Hitsugaya stared into the ground, then abruptly slapped his phone shut. "I have something to do, Matsumoto."

There was a pause on her part. Finally, she replied, "I see, Captain." It was said in the respectfully detached calm that was reserved for things not meant to be discussed. He strode off. She stood there, and didn't follow.

'I don't know. I just worry about her.'

fin.

A/N: First time dabbling in the Bleach fandom. Just a little snippet that pretty much wrote itself. Thanks for reading!