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Hello there!!
I don't know if you remember that in my last update on my story 'Not Meant To Be' I told you there was going to be a Valentine's contest about HitsuMatsu. Anyway, this fic was specially written for the HitsuMatsu Valentine's contest.
This story is going to be two or three chaptered fic and I really hope you guys enjoy it. This is going to be published in my LJ and of cours in my FF . net account . So you can find it there as well.
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Read and enjoy!
Love is Blind
There was a soft draft of air around them, bringing the fresh smell of flowers and grass. The shadow the cherry blossom tree offered them was perfect to protect them from the light of the afternoon sun and it provided a fresh atmosphere.
Everything was in silence except for the soft humming coming from the woman lying on his lap.
Toshiro lowered his gaze to see Matsumoto humming some kind of melody – eyes closed, and a relaxed smiled on her face. The report she was supposed to be reading forgotten on the grass.
"You're supposed to be working, Matsumoto," he said interrupting her. The woman opened her eyes and the intensity of her gaze caught Toshiro off guard for a moment.
"I'm working, Taichou. See?" she said with a half smile while her hand was looking for the paper she had put on the grass. Toshiro lifted a single eyebrow when the woman had to lift her head from his lap to locate the paper.
"You're not working, you're merely being noisy," he said. "I agreed to come here today because you promised you would finish those reports."
"But I did finish them. This was the last one!!" said Matsumoto, shaking the paper in the air. "And this came from the twelfth Division and I can barely understand what they did…do…mhm…well, what is it about"
Toshiro rolled his eyes and took the report from her hands and started reading it himself.
"Besides, you acceded to come here because you were tired and you can barely stand being away from your hot, cute and hard-working fukutaichou."
"Humph, as if…" commented Toshiro with a frown, his eyes however had a tinge of amusement in them. "You're everything but hard-working."
Matsumoto grinned and poke him on his stomach, "Ah, but I am hot, cute and you can't be away from me, right?"
"Not really, if I am sincere, it is hard to find a new fukutaichou who knows how to make my tea," said Toshiro looking down at her with a perfect smirk on his face. "That's the only reason I keep you close."
Matsumoto pouted and crossed her arms. "How mean, Taichou."
They fell into another comfortable silence while Toshiro finished reading the report. He frowned and had to admit Matsumoto was right. He couldn't understand exactly what the Twelfth division had done, and the handwriting was really horrible. Maybe he should send it back, so they would have to do the report again.
Deciding that was the best decision, Toshiro put the report to the side and decided to continue with his afternoon ritual.
He leaned his head against the tree and let his hand wander towards Matsumoto's hair, while the other was being grabbed by Matsumoto.
He let out a soft smile when the woman started playing with his fingers and made soft movements with her finger tips. This usually made him feel ticklish and made a comfortable shiver run through his arm to his chest and back. Sometimes he had to stop her because his body reacted in a very… aroused way. Especially when she accompanied her hand's movements with a movement of her head that usually made her came into contact with his crotch.
He remembered the first time it happened. He had tossed Matsumoto, rather roughly, against the ground and had stood up so fast, with his face completely red and his breath a little shallow. After her initial reaction (confusion and an adorable pout in her face), she realized what had happened. Surprisingly for Toshiro, she had a soft, barely noticeable blush on her face, while apologizing.
Ever since then, she was very careful with what she did when her head was resting on his lap. Of course that didn't apply when she crawled on his lap, because she had seen a spider on the grass or just because she felt like sitting there.
Usually, when she would wiggle too much, and he was certain his stupid hormones would react, he just pushed her gently off his lap, claiming she was heavy or plain annoying. Usually it worked and she would never question if there was another reason for him to push her off his lap.
"Taichou."
"Yes, Matsumoto?"
"The grass is wet and cold," she said moving slightly and looking up to her Taichou with puppy-dog eyes and a supplicant expression.
"It isn't wet, Matsumoto. But I admit it is a little cold." Matsumoto tilted her head and made sure she was looking directly into her Taichou's eyes. The young Captain narrowed his eyes, knowing that expression on Matsumoto's face.
"Well, since we both agree it is kind of cold…you wouldn't mind me borrowing your Captains haori," she said in a sweet voice. "So I don't get cold. I mean, you are used to …well, the cold, but I'm not."
Toshiro rolled his eyes at her explanation; this was the third time that afternoon she asked to borrow his haori and at least the hundredth time she asked every time they were there.
"I already told you my Captain's haori is only for Captains to use and not to serve you as a blanket."
"But Taichou!! If I get cold then I'll get sick and I can't go to work!!" she said rather dramatically. "Can you live with me being sick and not able to do my work??"
Toshiro didn't budge, he merely raised his brow at her, "Do you realize half of the time I do all your work? Anyway, what's with you and my haori? You've been asking me to lend it to you for a long time. If you want one so hard, then work hard and obtain Haineko's bankai so you can become a Captain."
Matsumoto wrinkled her nose, waving her hands in the air. "Unlike you, Taichou, I would miss you so much that I would never be able to do all the share of the paperwork a Taichou has to do."
Toshiro snorted and Matsumoto mock-glared at him, "Besides…I was just curious to know if you're tall enough for me to finally fit in your haori."
Matsumoto giggled at the end of her explanation, making Toshiro to growl at her with a rather menacing glare. Matsumoto was unperturbed by his reaction, and she observed with satisfaction that he hadn't stood up or merely pushed her off his lap when he was tired of her comments or teasing. That only meant she could keep bothering him a little more.
"Taichou…"
"If you make another comment about my height or anything related to my growing…" mumbled Toshiro in a low tone.
"I would never do such a thing, Sir," said Matsumoto, hiding a big grin behind her hand.
Toshiro looked down at his fukutaichou and noticed she was trying to hide a very mischievous smile from him. Toshiro dreaded what was about to come.
"Did you know tomorrow is Valentine's Day?" Toshiro closed his eyes and lifted a hand to the bridge of his nose. He caressed it very slowly before opening his eye and looking at Matsumoto.
"No, and I would have liked to live in ignorance about it," he said.
"Oh, Taichou…don't tell me you didn't want Yachiru-chan to come by tomorrow." Toshiro paled at the mention of the fukutaichou of the eleventh division which only made Matsumoto sit up and move in front of him. She was laughing openly at him.
"Glad to see you remember her last visit."
How could he forget about it? Kusajishi had come to him the previous year with a box with dragons and cats crafted on it. Inside the box was a beautiful dagger with something written in the blade, a small bag full of chocolate and a… Valentine's card.
He remembered the angry stares coming from Kenpachi, Byakuya and Ikkaku, while Matsumoto and Yumichika were laughing really loud. Yachiru had come with a rare, innocent look on her face, a happy grin and (Toshiro and the rest of the Captains were shocked) shyness.
The girl was never shy or innocent, but that day she looked just like a little kid with a seriously strong crush on Hitsugaya Toshiro.
Because he didn't want Kenpachi, Ikkaku and Byakuya to pull out their zanpakutou and hunt him down, Toshiro accepted the box and, as Matsumoto had explained still laughing, he gave something nice to Kusajishi on something called White day.
Personally, Toshiro hated those days. It seemed to him, ever since the Winter War was over and he seemed to be growing, more and more women were more willing to give him chocolates or flowers or other useless things.
However, and curiously enough, Matsumoto had told him (rather firmly and with an unknown gleam in her eyes) he had only to give something back to Kusajishi, Hinamori and her. No one else should receive any kind of response from him on Valentines or White day. And Toshiro was happy to do so. It would be less expensive and arduous.
"What I am going to do?" asked Toshiro, "Last time Kenpachi almost killed me."
"Yeah, but he should understand that is not your fault you're such a loveable, handsome and cute man."
"I'm not cute," he said.
"Oh, but you're loveable and handsome?" said Matsumoto.
"Well…yeah." Rangiku laughed while Toshiro merely smiled amused.
"How modest, taichou," she said. "But you're right. You have grown into a really hot man. Very loveable indeed."
Toshiro blushed slightly at her intense stare and her words. He didn't know why but her words made him feel nice, important and special. It made him happy she had noticed he was no longer a kid. It made him happy for the fact that she had noticed him in more ways than one.
"Anyway, you think Kusajishi is going to give me something tomorrow?"
"Taichou, she really has a huge crush on you," said Matsumoto. This time she had taken a serious expression and was looking directly into Toshiro's eyes. She placed her right hand on his knee and leaned closer to him.
"She hasn't forgotten about your epic fight in the Winter War and later on when you and Zaraki-taichou went on patrol," said Rangiku. "Personally, I think it's cute and rather funny."
"Yes, I noticed it a year ago when you decided to laugh at my expenses," said Toshiro dryly.
"Oh, Taichou, cheer up! She will forget about you soon," said Rangiku, smiling at him.
"Probably, though, she doesn't bother me as much as the other women that insist on giving me stupid things," said Toshiro, rather annoyed.
When he gazed at Matsumoto he saw a small frown on her face and a rather hard look in her eyes. Seeing her like that, serious and with traces of annoyance in her face, under the barely noticeable light of the afternoon, Toshiro had to admit she looked beautiful.
Her hair looked darker than usual, and her eyes kept a special gleam of life that had always characterized her. Her skin looked touchable, soft and gleaming. She was breathtaking as always. Without thinking too much, Toshiro moved forward and caressed the skin of her cheek with his hand. She was warm while he was cold.
Matsumoto snuggled closer to his hand, her smile never leaving her face. They were so close now; he could feel her breath on his face. And the warmth emanating from her body was just as intoxicating as the look in her eyes.
"I'm hungry. Shall we go?" said Toshiro lowering his gaze and standing up, breaking the moment rather abruptly. There was a flash of disappointment on Matsumoto's face that disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Yes! But, you're inviting me to dinner, right?"
"Sure, I always do," said Toshiro smiling awkwardly. They both left their spot under the cherry blossom tree ignoring the fact they were being watched.
Hinamori smirked rather evilly and extended her hand to the group behind her.
"See? I told you," she said rather cocky and behaving rather unusual.
"This is not fair," said Renji; this was the umpteenth time he had lost a bet against Hinamori and Ichigo.
The both of them looked at the money in their hands satisfactorily; though the group in general seemed disappointed.
"Man, he was so close!! I almost won if it hadn't been for the fact that Hitsugaya-taichou chickened out!" exclaimed Ikkaku frustratedly.
"Well, it was a beautiful moment…the setting was right, but it seems as if he's not really ready to admit his feelings for her."
"And what about her? I have never seen Rangiku so…timid. She usually takes things in her own hands," said Renji looking at Yumichika. "Maybe we're wrong. Maybe they don't like each other like that."
Hinamori watched the group discuss, as always, if Matsumoto Rangiku and Hitsugaya Toshiro had feelings for each other. And as usual, neither Ichigo nor she participated in the discussion.
Maybe for the other's wasn't so obvious but for her, Ichigo and Orihime it was unmistakable.
Momo didn't know how Ichigo and Orihime had known, but she remembered the times when she would join them under the same Sakura tree to talk and just spend some quality time together.
It had started as a way to help her recover from the war. While she had sustained physical injuries and they were already healed, her emotional wounds were deep and harder to cure. Rangiku had proposed to Toshiro to spend some time with Hinamori in some place where they weren't bothered by anyone and they could rest in peace.
That's when the Sakura tree had appeared, but Hinamori had insisted that Matsumoto to go with them. It had been hard and dramatic the first few times…but in the end the three of them made their reunion a habit.
Hinamori smiled softly when her mind remembered how, little by little, it became a moment in which Toshiro and Rangiku would speak for hours or remain silent. Their relationship was changing and Momo had seen it, rather shocked, evolve into something neither of them was ready to admit. Momo had been angry at first. But as she kept watching them interact, as she noticed the look in their eyes, as they behaved even more as a couple…she had to admit they looked cute together and they were made for each other.
The way they would push each other to their limits; teasing, talking, fighting, arguing and training. Momo smiled remembering what Ukitake-taichou had told her once 'They're so different, like the day and night, the sun and the moon… and yet, they seem to complement each other… seeing them like this, I can't help but wonder when are they going to realize it and do something about it?'
Momo knew they were fools in love.
Idiots would be more correct. It had been almost four years and they still hadn't done anything to push their relationship to the next level.
To the level everyone in Soul Society knew it should be.
And like every idiot, it was probably they would do nothing about their feelings. Not unless someone did something for them.
"What is it?" asked Ichigo who noticed the change in Momo. The rest went silent when they saw the big grin in Momo's face.
"I'm tired of betting," she said and her declaration was received with multiple raised eyebrows and snorts of disbelief.
"Seriously, we know they're never going to do anything about their feelings, right?" asked Momo.
"Yeah, Hitsugaya-taichou blushes and trembles like a bloody virgin every time Matsumoto comes near him," said Ikkaku. "So, what about it?"
"Well, what if we help them a little?" asked Momo. Ichigo nodded, rather impressed with the girl, and when he turned he felt almost sorry for Matsumoto and Toshiro. If the evil smiles in all the shinigami present was any indication of what was about to hit them both.
"So, Hinamori-fukutaichou, you want to…help them a little?" asked Yumichika.
"That's exactly what I want to do."
So, I really like Hinamori. Anyway, thanks to Rachel Noelle who helped me out with the story. I'm already working on the next chapter so I guess you don't have to wait to much.
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