Title: DDR
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: T for language
Warnings: Spoilers for current arc (post-SS)
Summary: After-school detours give Hitsu headaches
Response to Virgo for stumping me at my writing challenge.
Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, thus I do not own Bleach. I do not own these characters. I am only borrowing them for my own enjoyment.
"Gerroff!"
"It's my turn, dammit!"
"My name ain't 'dammit'!"
"Yer name's about to be 'Ass got pwned' if you don't move it!"
"How unattractive..."
"Hitsugaya-kun. Loan me some yen for that racing game."
"No. You should have brought your own." Hitsugaya crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at his buxom vice-captain as she batted her wide eyes at him in an effort to change his mind. Bah. As if he could be swayed by something as inconsequential as feminine whiles. Please. He didn't have enough hormones yet for that.
"But Shiro-ch--"
"Taichou!" He felt his blood pressure soar as Matsumoto almost called him by the childish nickname Hinamori had given him long ago.
"Ah, shorty's gettin' PMS-y again."
"Fuck. Didncha slip that Midol into his coffee this mornin'?"
"Like hell, it was yer turn to do that. The fuck--Yumichika, dammit, who said you could start playin'?"
Yumichika didn't look up from the screen, his movements fluid and rapid as his feet hit the arrows with precises accuracy. "You and Abarai-san were busy arguing, so I decided to try this game. I must say, you make this game look much harder than it is, Ikkaku."
"The fuck you mean? I'm king of that game!"
Renji snorted, turning his back on Matsumoto, who was clinging to Hitsugaya and poking him in an effort to get him to give up his change. Or in an effort to find and lift it herself. "Yeah, Ikkaku, yer king. And Yumichika ain't a queen."
Yumichika, however, was too busy defeating the challenge portion of the song to notice the barb.
Hitsugaya sighed as Matsumoto danced off with the last of his money. He really, really hated that this arcade was on their way home from the school. He'd rather pay for each of them to drink their livers to shriveled black uselessness than pay for their DDR habits.