Disclaimer, in no way do I own the characters nor Bleach
"The early bird gets the worm" is a very old saying, a cliched, ironic saying now in modern ages. Getting up at 6 in the morning for God knows what? Hell to the no, But while the world remains asleep, one bird still painfully follows this popular saying. A certain spiky white haired, teal eyed, grumpy bird to be exact.
Gray skies are gonna cheer uuuup,
Put on a happy faaaaace,
Brush of that gloomy mask of tragedy,
Its not your styyyyy-Crash!
The small digital blaring its raucous song was reduced to ricocheting bits an gears seconds after its painful acquaintance with the wall. The owner of said bits simply buried himself further into feather down and padded bedding still wishing to return to the soft, mindless, embrace of sleep. No such luck as the wide double doors leading to the rest of the world was busted open by a loud busty blond maid.
"Goood morning master its ti-''
" Matsumoto, why did you set that song for an alarm?"
"Why I thought it would cheer you up a bit no? After all, who'd wanna work with a moody , stick in the mud teen? An- Hey! Are you listening!?"
"Hmmph" was the only indication the "stick in the mud" gave as he threw aside the covers yo sit and face the day, abandoning all hopes of sleeping in. Matsumoto sighed, of course he would care less what she said, he was after all her boss, the stunning handsome prodigy genius co-owner/ part time model and heir of " True Soul" a booming fashion, cosmetics, and magazine company, Toushiro Hitsugaya,
" Dismissed, Matsumoto," were her latest orders while the boy stood up to stumble bleary eyed and cursing softly to the bath for daily hygiene and a shower. " A shower hmmm," Matsumoto instantly blinks alert,
" A shower for you is okay, but a quick hot pic for me and I'll be going home to a 2 year supply of sake and plenty enough dough left behind for years of shopping to spare! His fangirls would have a total field day to get that!"
Matsumoto gleefully thinks as she whips out a miniature camera from a pocket sewn under her maid outfit, and makes to follow the boy, when said instant cash cowheels a 180 degree turn to face a caught blond with a and catching a glance a seemingly innocent camera in her hands before she whipped the device behind her back.
"And just what are you trying to do?" the words slipping out in an annoyed drawl.
"Um er ah, D- Do you want me to wash your back master?" was the stuttered reply
"Che, as if, and need I remind you about a certain rule about the bath?"
"Eh, hehe,urm," was all that could be pronounced as teal orbs bore into cornflower blues demanding an answer.
"Then let me refresh your memory, pass this line," Toushiro gestures towards a neat white line of tape pasted a good 4 feet from the bathroom door,
"Your booze and paychecks mine" were his word accompanied by a guilty flinch of a child with a hand in the cookie jar on Matsumoto's part.
"H-Hai,"
"Dismissed, oh and you're a secretary, not an otaku at an anime café, no outlandish outfits, see to it that you remember that." Toushiro gritted out as he snatched clothing articles from the walk in closet entered the bath and slammed the door shut.
this is a first time write out, I will try to make the chapters longer reviews are nice, thanks for wasting your time here