~Rangiku~
Aizen Sousuke. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. As he began to lecture, I daydreamed; imagining that voice saying my name, whispering it, moaning it in—
I snap back into reality as my friend and senior student at Shinoreijutsuin, Gin Ichimaru, nudges me, not for the first time, roughly.
"What?" I say, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice.
Gin rolls his eyes and whispers to me fiercely. "You're being called on, you idiot."
"What are you talking about?" I punch him in the shoulder.
"Miss Matsumoto?" My eyes widen and I feel a blush creep along my cheeks as I look to the front of the room to see Aizen staring back at me expectantly. "Thank you for volunteering. Now, please come to the front of the room." Volunteering?
Hurriedly, I stand and begin to make my way down the stairs. I turn and glare as I hear Gin snicker at me. My glare turns to a look of shock as my sandal catches on the hem of my shihakusho and I find the floor rushing up to meet me. Suddenly there are supportive hands under my arms, lifting me back up. My eyes come to lock with, guess who, Aizen's.
"Are you okay, Miss Matsumoto?" His voice is soft, hitting me like a punch in the gut.
I stammer out a reply, face hot. "Y—yea. I, umm, just tripped is all. You know, top heavy and all." I try, unsuccessfully, to laugh it off.
Aizen smiles benevolently. "Yes, well, I think I should use Soi Fon for this demonstration. I don't need you hurting yourself."
Shamefaced, I turn and walk back to my seat, all the while feeling those piercing russet eyes follow me. I rest my heads on my breasts, too embarrassed to lift it for the rest of class. Gin nudges me as people begin to rise and exit. Silently, I stand and let him lead me from the room, resignedly laying my head on his shoulder. Smooth move, Rangiku, just smooth.
~Aizen~
I gather the clumsy student in my arms, keeping her from an unhappy meeting with the marble floor. I can't help but let my eyes linger on the voluptuous form of her breasts straining to be free of their restrictive clothing. As her eyes meet mine I hold in a breath, looking into that gorgeous face. After what seems like an eternity, but is truthfully only seconds, I compose myself and move on, dismissing her. As I watch Rangiku slowly proceed back to her seat, I decide to call on someone who would definitely help me regain my poise.
"Yes, well, I think I should use Soi Fon for this demonstration. I don't need you hurting yourself." At the look on her face, that look of utter shame and humiliation, I can't help but feel a stab of guilt.
I put my culpability aside as Soi Fon steps up to the front of the room. I make my way to the podium, trying to put my mind onto the topic of the next character I was going to demonstrate, but finding it very difficult. I turn on the reiatsu projector and begin the lesson.
"Now Soi Fon," I say, turning my gaze her way. "In this next demonstration, you'll be showing your peers one of the more complicated characters in calligraphy…"
After a few demonstrations, most ending with quite a few students getting frustrated, the bell rings, signaling the end of class. My psyche, with a thought of its own, leads my eyes to where Rangiku is sitting. I watch as she leaves with one of the older students, Gin, head drooped onto his shoulder. I let out a low sigh, guilt coming back to me from my previous comment. My mind then wanders to that moment when her breasts nearly leaked out of her robes. I try to push those thoughts out of my heads as the day progresses, trying to focus on all the tasks and duties I have to accomplish. Finally, however, as the night stalks in and sleep starts to eat away at my reserve, I succumb to the seductive images that I'd tried so hard to detach myself from.
~Rangiku~
"Rangiku, get up!" Gin bends down to, again, attempt pulling the blanket away from me.
As his arm passes my stomach I spring. I grab the purple-haired shinigami-to-be and pull him under the covers with me. I can't help but giggle at the look of bewilderment staining his fox face. He pouts, and then glares at me as I break into sobs of laughter. Gin throws off the blanket and, in a flash, has me up and standing.
Feigning indignity, I shout at him. "How rude! Coming in a ladies room and hauling her from her bed. I could have been naked." Then, with a flirty tongue-in-the-cheek smile, I add. "Unless, of course, that was your plan all along?"
Gin just shakes his head. "I see a fatal flaw with your hypothesis. You are no lady. Now get dressed or we're going to be late."
I comply as he respectfully leaves the room, although I know him well enough to know he's trying to sneak a peek. As we walk to class, my eyes become heavier and heavier. I yawn as I sink into my chair. Before class even starts, I find myself asleep, an embarrassing pool of drool dribbling from my gaping mouth and forming in the cleavage of my boobs, spreading its way down, making a glistening path to my nipples.
A loud, sharp noise snaps me from my reverie. I lift my head and look around drowsily. Noticing the drool, I blush and try to discreetly wipe it away with my sleeve. I disentangle myself from the desk and stand, stretching languidly, letting my hands reach and quiver above my head. I then turn to leave for lunch.
~Aizen~
My head finally clear from last night (with a little help from a cold shower); I step into my classroom, moving towards the podium to set my lesson plans down. I see Gin Ichimaru leading a drowsy-looking Rangiku in amidst a small crowd of students making their way to their seats. I wonder how she's doing. I thing to myself as I finish getting my papers organized, my thoughts returning to my mind from yesterday.
"Good morning, class," I say, smiling. "I hope you all had a relaxing night, and that you got some rest. Today, we will be moving on to some more history and cultural influences that calligraphy has had on society, followed by some more demonstrations." My eyes catch sight of Rangiku, already passed out on the desk. I notice the shining trail leading down her cleavage, shivering at the thrill it brings me. Quickly, I avert my eyes. "Now open your books to chapter five and we'll begin…"
At the end of the class, as everyone begins packing up their schoolbags, one of the girls drops a beaker from her bag, watching as it falls to the floor and shatters. This wakes up Rangiku, who'd slept all through the lecture. I turn and notice Rangiku rise and scrub something off her breasts. Probably the drool from her nap. I watch as she stands up and stretches, my expression suddenly locked on those enormous breasts, imagining my hands feeling them, stroking…
I shake my head, shoving those thoughts away. I wonder what it would be like to get close to her. I sigh, trying to regain control of myself. Then an idea occurs to me…
"Miss Matsumoto?" I ask, gathering my papers. "May I have a word with you after class?"
I finish gathering my supplies as the bell rings; only Gin and Rangiku are in the room.
"I'm sorry, Mister Ichimaru, but I need to speak to her alone."
I see him glower at me, muttering something under his breath, but after a few seconds he leaves the room. I then turn my gaze back to Rangiku, who has begun to make her way down the steps. The expression on her face is that of nervousness, like she thinks I am going to discipline her.
"Thank you for staying after, Miss Matsumoto," I say softly, "I just have a few things we need to discuss."
She remains quiet, averting her gaze, and I can tell she's feeling tense. I smile warmly, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. "Relax. You're not in trouble. Is everything alright? You seemed tired today."
Her eyes are wide with surprise and she turns her head to look at my hand on her shoulder. Her cheeks quickly start to develop… is she really blushing? I wonder why…?
"I—I didn't get much sleep," she says, almost shyly. "Wh—what did you need to talk with me about?"
I can't help but notice that, even while talking to me, she still won't look at me. "First I wanted to apologize for my comment yesterday. I realize that you were hurt by that, and I meant no disrespect."
Rangiku's eyes slowly look up to meet mine. For a second, I fell like time is slowing down to a near halt, my eyes locked in those azure orbs of hers.
"Th—thank you, Captain Aizen," she said quietly, blush deepening.
"I also noticed that you've been struggling in class, whether asleep or awake. I'm wondering if you'd like some help. Perhaps I could tutor you on days where your break coincides with my prep period. That way, I could lend a hand to a student in need of assistance and you won't be so far behind?"
It makes me happy to see her face break into a smile like that, like she'd just been told Yule had arrived early.
"Would you really do that for me? I would really appreciate it!"
I simply nod, smiling.
"Yes. Now, you should hurry along. We don't want Mister Ichimaru to get too impatient."
Rangiku, with a laugh, turns to leave. "Alright. I'll see you later!" She suddenly stops, spinning around precariously. "Oh, Captain Aizen! I almost forgot! There's going to be a student/staff mixer tonight, you should come."
"I'll be sure to," I say, making sure the room is in order. "Good bye, Miss Matsumoto."
"See you, Captain Aizen!" She shouts, skipping out of the room.
I wait for a moment, pondering the thought of seeing her everyday, then make my way to get some lunch.
