So I've just had a –what I think is a great – new idea for a bleach tale. It's a Hitsu/OC, and I would love if it got some support. It'll probably take a few chapters to really get into it, but hopefully this chapter is a good starting point. I'd just like to point out, in this Hitsugaya - as gorgeous as he is in 12 year old form, is a tad older in this story – he looks more like a 18 - 20 year old as his many trips to the world of the living have aged him – beautifully of course.

So that's about it all I think. Happy Reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters, if I did own bleach . . . I'd be the happiest girl in the whole wide world.

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"He's going to KILL me!" she squeaked, puffing out her cheeks in a futile attempt to catch her breath. Maybe I should have paid more attention to Unohana's warnings about overly exerting myself she thought wistfully, as the overwhelming feeling of oxygen being drained from her lungs began to take over. Airi didn't want to stop running though, she was afraid that if she did her legs would, without proper warning, just give way from beneath her. She could already hear Unohana-Taichou's scolding tone in her head I told you to rest! But what do you do? Decide to run yourself ragged just so you can keep an appointment! The disapproving look in those loving cerulean eyes was enough to make her repent. Next time Unohana-Taichou I promise I'll listen she swore raising a hand to cross over her heart.

"Shit!" Airi cursed aloud, surprising even herself, as she tripped, thankfully though regaining her balance before she toppled pathetically to the ground. She had hoped her embarrassing little display had gone unnoticed, but seeing as she had stopped flash stepping back at the 6th Squad Barracks she knew that it was unlikely. The hoots of her fellow Shinigami reverberated clearly down the canal of her ear, only confirming her suspicions. A crimson blush coloured her heated cheeks under the amused gaze of two Shinigami whom she placed were from the Eleventh Squad.

"Hey Akiyama!" Ikkaku called out to her a smirk playing on his thin lips. She stopped in her tracks, not only to hear what this acquaintance of hers had to say but also to save herself from collapsing due to sheer exhaustion. She had no doubt that if she had taken just one more step she would be on the floor unconscious for sure; Unohana would definitely not be impressed with her then. She wearily watched the smirk on the young bald man's face evolve into a full-fledged grin "If I were to ask you for sex, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?" her violet eyes popped slightly at his brashness, the colour of her cheeks developing from a delicate pink to a deep burning red.

Airi didn't know how to respond to the man who was now grinning foolishly at her, his smile stretching from ear-to-ear. Her violet eyes drifted away from him as she recognised the effeminate man posing next to Ikkaku as the infamous narcissist Yumichika. He stroked the genteel yellow feather extending from his eyelashes, pouting in vague amusement at his friend's audacity; his purple eyes boring into her own, expectant of her answer.

Airi had met these two Shinigami a couple of times, yet had never felt the need to get to know them on terms any better than mere acquaintances. This little encounter only made her glad she always escaped conversation with the two whenever the chance came. She always thought that their obsession with eye make-up was a little crazy for Shinigami.

"Sorry, I have to go," she responded quickly, ignoring the pleas of her burning claves to rest a while longer. She pushed off her right leg and was in full sprint once more, she didn't have time for their games. She was already late as it was. The last thing the boys saw before she disappeared in the direction of the tenth division barracks were the wild tresses of lime green hair that threatened to come loose from her customary braid.

"Did you see her face?! She's such an innocent," Ikkaku observed with amusement, balancing the released form of his Zanpakuto across the length of his broad shoulders.

"Oh you are so cruel, Ikkaku!" Yumichika cried dramatically throwing a poised hand limply across his forehead imitating more than one heroine from a Mills & Boon novel. "Not to mention awfully crude," he added as an afterthought reaching for his katana. He faced Ikkaku, slashing the air elegantly with his blade as an indication that it was Ikkaku's turn to make the first move. He didn't need to be asked twice for a battle; Ikkaku charged.

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Airi's stamina and track endurance had a lot to be desired if she actually wanted to survive against a hollow in a one-on-one battle. She couldn't recall the last time she had felt so physically unfit. Her chest rose and fell in harsh, brash movements. She was at least half an hour late. I should have just saved myself the trouble and walked. If I was going to be late anyway what difference would it make if it was half an hour, an hour, or even two? She grumbled, though it was unmistakably apparent to her why she so desperately wanted to arrive as quickly as her legs could carry her.

For him; she wanted to see him.

After regaining most of her breath, though still puffing a little, she raised her hand to knock on the door. Her eyes glazed over the big black symbols on the hanging plaque as she waited for his response Captains Hitsugaya Toshiro – Squad 10 it read, she couldn't stop her mouth from popping open in awe of the prestigious title.

A captain. My captain. My Taichou.

"Come in," his cold, imperative tone sent shivers down her spin. Patting down a wayward hair she gently pushed the door open and walked in, her heart pounding in her chest. She swallowed hard as two magnificent pools of teal met her gaze. She felt like her heart had stopped beating upon laying her eyes on the living Shinigami Adonis. His emotionless eyes gave nothing away, "You're late," was all his said, before returning his piercing gaze to the papers that lined his desk, signing his name across various sections.

"I k-know, I r-ran all the way h-here," she cursed inwardly as she stumbled over her words in a completely uncontrolled manner. He wasn't even looking at her yet his mere presence restored her to that adolescent stuttering child she once was. He met her eyes once more, his piercing pools of aquamarine looking right into the depths of her soul.

"I can see that," he replied coolly and she flushed a deep shade of red. She can't believe she didn't realise how disgusting she must look after that run, all sweaty and gross. Maybe I should go clean up then come back?

He stood up from behind his desk taking her away from her thoughts; tilting his face towards the roof he rolled his shoulders back in a quick stretch. A sharp intake of breath was accompanied by Airi's eyes widening as the top of the Captains kimono parted generously offering her an eyeful of tanned muscled chest. She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth, wanting nothing more than to reach out and run her hands slowly down his impeccably toned body, relishing in its natural beauty . . . but she felt that might be a bit inappropriate.

"How was your weekend?" he asked forcing her to tear her eyes away from his demi-god like physic to meet up with his expectant face, his lips twisted into a small scowl.

"Good," she squeaked, not being able to help but notice how he had closed most of the distance between them until he was standing but a few feet away from her.

"Did you get all your 'errands' done?" Airi thought she caught a trace of a smirk on his lips as he alluded to the unspecified errands she told him she needed to run over the weekend, but it was gone almost as soon as it appeared making her think she hadn't seen it at all.

"Yep, thanks for uh- letting me take the weekend off to do them," his scowl depend as he took an intimidating step towards her, in response she stepped back only to feel the cool surface of the wall behind her.

"Care to inform me of what these errands actually consisted of," he raised an eyebrow as if he had just asked a question but if that commanding tone in his voice was anything to go by he had just made a statement. He wanted to know, and he wanted to know now. But she couldn't tell him.

"Nothing important," came her almost too hasty reply, he nodded, narrowing his brow letting her know this wouldn't be the end of it. He took another step toward her, the length of his body towering a couple of inches above hers. The child prodigy had truly grown into quite a man. Placing an outstretched hand beside her head he leaned forward, his cool pools of turquoise softening slightly as they met, a couple of inches away from her large violet irises that glimmered nervously.

"I missed you," he admitted moving his lips down towards hers, she almost didn't hear his confession; her heart was drumming so loudly in her ears because of his sheer proximity.

"I missed you t-" she was cut off by a passionate descent on her lips. His soft lips caressed hers, his tongue prying open her mouth to deepen the embrace. She instinctively reached out her arms, running her fingers greedily over his taunt shoulders towards the soft snowy spikes of his hair where they happily entwined themselves. He pulled her away from the wall wrapping his arms possessively around her waist, pressing her small body against his.

Airi loved the way his bare skin felt under her fingertips, so smooth but non-surprisingly rough from his vigorous training programme. If she wasn't panting before she was now, he gently led her backwards over to the small couch in which his Fukutaichou loved to lounge after a full night of drinking sake with the boys. That woman could drink any man under the table.

Their lips broke contact for a second as she fell back on the lounge, before he was all over her again, moving his lips away from her mouth, planting butterfly kisses along the edge of her jaw and down her neck. He lingered at the midpoint of her neck, taking his time to gently suck her tender spot.

"Toshiro," she moaned her eyes rolling back in pleasure, he broke away looking down at her with a greedy glint in his eye. His lips moved back towards the hyper-aware skin on her chest and she revelled in the idea of him exploring her southern regions, when suddenly the knee that had been gently probing her thighs apart disappeared along with the rest of his ready body, though she could still feel his spiritual pressure in the room.

The next thing she knew, the door to his office was flung open and in came the beautiful buxom strawberry blonde famous for her inability to do simple paperwork or really anything that didn't involve drinking sake.

"Good morning Taichou!" Rangiku beamed at her captain and he scowled venomously at his fukutaichou, a prominent vein throbbing in his head.

"Matsumoto it's four in the afternoon," He grumbled from behind his desk, which he had reactively flash stepped to once he felt the reiatsu of his lieutenant approaching his office. He sent a silent prayer to the gods to thank them for his Hakama being loose enough to conceal his growing bulge.

"Airi!" she cried ignoring his stiff comment, she ran over to the lounge after spotting the flushed green haired girl sprawled awkwardly across the couch. "How's my favourite Squad 10 member?" she shot her Taichou a look. "To be honest it used to be Taichous until he decided to greet me so rudely." The scowl that seemed to be permanently etched across his face deepened. Matsumoto suddenly realised how awful her friend was looking. "Hey Airi, are you alright? Are you sick or something?"

"N-no," she stuttered nervously, her large violet eyes widening in apprehension.

"Are you sure?" Rangiku asked raising a perfectly manicured brow, sensing she was being lied too. "You're looking awfully red." Airi visibly winced, groaning theatrically.

"Oh my god! You really are ill!" she pressed a hand against her friends burning forehead "Not to worry Airi I'll go get Unohana right away!" Matsumoto cried always one for the dramatics. Airi sprung up from her spot on the lounge once she felt Rangiku's reiatsu disappear. Her captain was sitting in his chair glaring openly at a pen on his desk.

With a new wave of confidence given to her by the lustful monster awakened in her lower belly, she marched herself over to him and sat on top of his desk so she was a little taller than him. She reached out and hesitantly tugged on the collar of his haori, pulling him to her. Their foreheads meeting.

"Now where were we?"

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So, how did we like that? I would love to see some support for this story to see if it's actually worth continuing, I don't mind constructive criticism but please, no flames – their kinda depressing :/

So yeah?! Tell me what you think. If you like it, trust me there is a whole lot more to this story. Sorry if Hitsugaya seems a little OOC I'm trying to picture him as a grown, quite hormonally driven man. :P We'll see how it all turns out.

Thanks for reading!