Title : Thoughtful Presents
Author's Note : Yes, this is hitsumatsu - i just had a random idea for a oneshot so here it is! Reviews are welcome
Disclaimer : Bleach is not mine and never will be
Sometimes I wish,
Wish so hard,
That I could become a child again,
And relive the time of my life.
Though you wouldn't believe it, Hitsugaya Toushiro acted the age that he was. He did normal kiddish things, like laughing and smiling, and mucking about.
Very few people know how to make him smile.
Matsumoto Rangiku often wonders what the hell happened to the kiddish side. There was once a time after he had just become her taicho that he pulled faces at paperwork and challenged her to watermelon seed-spitting competitions in the summer.
But as the years went by, this side of him disappeared almost completely, until his work was pretty much the only life he had, and he acted more mature than a majority of the other captains, all at least twice his age.
It was like his childhood disappeared too fast. A bit like hers.
She, having grown up in the very outskirts of Rukongai, where she had to live and support herself, had to grow up quickly to e able to survive. She missed out on all of the games, sweets and fresh food that were taken for granted in the inner circle of Rukongai and inside Seireitei.
She wishes that she could have had all of these luxuries, that she could have stayed a child for a little longer, that she could have had a better start to her life, so she doesn't like seeing him like this – all grow up, tossing childhood behind like it means nothing. She knows that he will regret doing that doing someday, that he'll see the real importance of being a child. He means a lot to her – more that he'll ever know. She doesn't want him to make the same mistakes as her.
So she goes shopping.
Not for herself for once, but for him.
She returns to her division office about an hour or so after she departed, supporting two large, bulging bags.
The groggy midsummer temperature keeps on rising higher and higher, the suns rays beating down onto the roofs of buildings. Hitsugaya sits at his desk, fanning himself with one hand while completing the paperwork with the other. When he hears the door open, he looks up, and prepares himself to make the usual 'Matsumoto-where-the-hell-have-you-been-you-should-have-been-doing-paperwork' speech, but stops himself when he sees the two bags in her hands, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
She looks up with a smirk on her face.
"Watermelon, taicho?" she asks, her voice light and carefree.
He puts down his brush, and smiles.
Very few people know how to make him smile.
Matsumoto Rangiku is one of them.
And knowing this is enough to make her eternally happy.