I stared down the gray maze-like paths of Seireitei. "How did I get myself into this mess?" I wondered out loud. It was an extremely hot and sunny day and I was getting tired of roaming the paths like a lost puppy, looking for a '10th Division'. "Does this place even exist?" I continued talking to myself and totally oblivious of the fact that a bunch of crows have been looking at me with a 'What's wrong with her?' look.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my right sleeve. I stared at the oh-so-helpful map that some higher-ranking (a fukutaicho, I think) shinigami named Rangiku Matsumoto had gave me.
She told me the large 'X' in the middle was the division that I was assigned to. Me, being a pathetic little girl who can't even ask for other people's help, just nodded blankly, went out of the smelly bar and wandered through the maze-like gray paths 'till I am what I am now, completely lost!
My confidence about finding this so-called '10th Division' started plummeting down about an hour ago. So my current confidence is about as low as the lowest of human beings.
As I was just about to give up and just go back to Rukongai District 25, the place where I used to live before going to Shinso Academy, I saw a lone figure walking ahead of me. I almost cried tears of joy when I walked up to the man. "Excuse me," I said, tapping the lone man on his right shoulder.
"Yes?" he turned around, staring down at me with small beady eyes. He had long yellow hair that covered his left eye completely, way taller than me and he wore a normal outfit for a shinigami but there was a band on his right arm that was labeled 'Fukutaicho'. Must be pretty strong then for a weedy-looking man, I thought to myself. "Ummm, yes miss?" he asked again, snapping me out of my thoughts about him. I had to stretch my neck way back to look up into his eyes. "Can you show me where this place is?" I asked, shoving the map into his free hands. He reluctantly took it and stared at it for quite a while, and then he chuckled.
"What's wrong?" I asked him. Has he gone mad or have I already approached a mad one? "Did Rangiku-san give you this..." he searched for the right words, "... map?"
"An extremely drunk woman with breasts that're probably larger than a D-cup? If so, then it's a definite yes." The yellow-haired shinigami chuckled some more before bobbing his head up and down. "That's Rangiku-san alright," he said, raking his hands through his hair. "Speak of the devil; I was just about to look for her 'cuz Hitsugaya-taicho has been searching for her this whole morning."
I just nodded, not really interested in the 'some taicho has been looking for her' part and just needed to know where the hell this '10th Division' is. "Yeah, yeah. So can you show me where this 10th Division is?"
He nodded his head, making his long yellow hair bob up and down. "Sure, I'll take you there myself," he said and started to lead the way.
"Sweet," I said and fell into step with him, turning a left than turning a right then just losing the track of time and step.
"Name's Izuru Kira by the way," he told me. I stopped at my tracks and gave him my hand. "Mine's Hikaru Wasurenagusa but since Wasurenagusa-chan is noticibly long, you can just call me Hiwa," I replied.
He vigorously shook my hand, a big smile plastered on his face. "Oh, so you're a Forget-Me-Not."
I flinched when he told me my name's meaning. Is it that obvious that I'm named after some flower that told God to not forget about it, which led it to have the name of Forget-Me-Not? I thought. "Yes, yes I am named after some blue flower," I said, waving him off. "But that's coming from the boy whose name means 'killer'." I quickly shunpoed off in the distance, stretching the distance between us and stuck out my tongue at him.
He, himself quickly shunpoed towards me with a creepy smile plastered on his face. "Eh, you want to see my 'killer' side?"
He started to stretch my cheeks, still with the 'This is what ya get fer messin' with me of all people' smile. Despite my cheeks being stretched like dough, I still lolled my tongue out like the little lost puppy I am.
"Oi, Kira what're you doing to that little girl over there?" a kind-of deep voice behind me asked the yellow haired man.
Kira looked up from the torturing session he was currently having. "Ano?"
Eventhough most people in my current situation would just roll over and give up, I had better ideas. "He isth tortur-ing me..." I managed to mumble through my out-stretched cheeks.
"Eh?" Kira exclaimed, looking back and forth from my cheeky face and the anonymous guy behind me. He subconsciously let go of my cheeks. I seized the opportunity and immediately stamped my left foot on his right one.
He stared down at his right foot that was still covered with my left foot. He stared at it for a second or more then losted it. "Get yo freakin' foot off of my delicate foot, you stinkin' flower!" he screamed, immediately turning into 'Kira'-mode.
On a pretty dense impulse, I ran behind the anonymous... man or boy. "Save me 'o' knight in..." I paused for a moment and scanned the white-haired guy in front of me. He had spiky white hair, deep green eyes that you could just fall into right on the spot, I was about a whole head taller than him, so in conclusion he's waaay more shorter than me (yes, finally a living/dead being is shorter than me!) he wore a shinigami uniform but it was layered with a white jacket-looking... thing with no sleeves and at the back of the jacket-looking thing... was a few words that said 'Taicho'. "... a white jacket-looking thing...?" I finished.
Fortunately the taicho ignored me and without a single 'shing shing' (p.s. to me these are the zanpakuto sounds when the shinigami are fighting.) he managed to get Kira out of 'Kira'-mode.
"Oi, Kira. Get your ass straight again. We may both know that she's an annoying girl," he said as I poked at him a lot on the top of his hair repeating an unanswered question, "How's your hair all this fluffy and soft?"
He continued, not bothering about me. "But you shouldn't waste your powers on a little shinigami," he told the Kira in 'Kira'-mode.
I raised an eyebrow. "Who're you calling little, Mr. Fluffy Hair?" I asked, tapping him lightly on the head. I just couldn't help it; his hair was just so damn soft.
He turned around with a dark aura just like Kira had. "Who're you calling 'Mr. Fluffy Hair'?" he countered.
"The little cute taicho in front of me, of course," I said, smiling innocently and still patting the 'little cute taicho'.
Kira reverted back to his normal self, which means no more 'Kira' in Kira. "Ummm... Hiwa-chan you shouldn't do that... Hitsugaya-taicho is a little bit sensitive when people call him little."
"Ehhhh? That's no good then, buuut he should also know that other people have this thing called feelings and sensitivity too," I replied. Eventhough the reply was supposed to be directed to Kira but I mostly looked at the Hitsugaya when I said that.
He looked away. "Well, I don't care about your feelings, little shinigami," he mocked, and I could've sworn that the corners of his mouth went up a little into a small smirk.
A vein popped out of my forehead. I don't give a damn whether this guy is a taicho or not, he is already ON my list,I thought fiercely, which is quite impossible by the way. I opened my mouth to say more but Kira, the damn boy who had shunpoed behind me, clamped my mouth shut.
"She's extremely sorry for what she had said Hitsugaya-taicho," he told the Hitsugaya kid, making me bow and at the same time bowing, himself.
On the fourth bow (swoooo mwaany bows... *feels lightheaded*) I felt sick and woozy enough to take a huge bite out of Kira's hand. I hope this won't make him go all 'Kira' on me again. I mean it's just a bite, he should suck it up like the weedy-looking man he is, I thought woozingly.
He yelped as he felt my front vampire teeth (doesn't mean I'm a vampire people, I repeat - to all those twilight fans out there - it does not mean I'm a vampire.) sink into his palm. He staggered away from me holding his 'dear hand' that was marked with my teeth in his other one. No longer supported with Kira's strong hands, I stumbled forward, my head hitting the hard concrete - also gray floor. "Ow..." I whined. My forehead hurt a lot but I didn't think it was bleeding because I've always fallen like this before without even a single bruise on my forehead. "My dear hand..." I heard him sobbed. "My dear, dear hand."
I kind of felt sorry for the guy but suppressed that feeling back. "C'mon you're a man for Christ sake. Suck it up!" I told him as I staggeringly stood up.
I could've sworn he cried anime-tears that time. "I g-guess you're right," he sniffed.
Did he just stutter? I took out my spare turquoise handkerchief. "Oh, c'mon now you don't hafta stutter," I said, wiping the wet tears on his face. Damn, I sound like my mother, I thought.
Somebody took hold of my wrist as I wiped the snot of the childish so-called fukutaicho. I traced the hand, to the arm and my sky blue eyes met with deep green ones. "You shouldn't be worrying about him and worry about yourself," his eyes looked at me with worry. I looked at him confusingly. Have I turned into an ugly witch? I wondered. I looked at Kira. He looked back at me with the same amount of worry I saw in Hitsugaya's. "Hiwa-chan..." when he spoke my name, it was barely more than a whisper.
"What?" I said, staring back at the two pairs of big concerned orbs. "Is there-"
I was cut short when a startling pain began to grow on my forehead. It grew and grew, making me dizzier and on the verge of fainting.
I felt my forehead; it was caked in a thick liquid. I shakingly brought my hands to my eyes. All I can say is that my eyes met with bright red before dark black.
"Mmmm...?" I looked up. My eyes met with a white washed ceiling. My forehead still had a dull ache, so it was still pretty hard for me to sit up on the extremely comfortable bed.
"Where am I?" I managed to muster through my sawdust-like tongue. I grudgingly raised my forehead and scanned the room I was in. It was pretty normal and boring (if I must add.) it looked like an old person's room. Is this what all rooms in Seireitei look like? I pondered.
"You're in my room."
The boy-like voice was very near me. Infact, it was like it was right beside me. "Oi, baka. I'm right beside you, so you don't need to go back to sleep anymore and have nightmares."
I mustered up all of my energy to push myself out of the extremely comfortable bed, with the thick blanket still wrapped around my body, and onto the cold floor. "Who're you and what d'you want from me?" I shouted to the puzzled-looking boy in front of me.
Shit, had the little boy in front of me kidnapped me? I couldn't help but think that it was pretty impossible. I mean a little kid can't carry a 16-year old... right?
"Baka!" he shouted. "Look carefully it's me, infact you gave me a lecture about emotions and stuff."
I looked at him for a while, cocking my head to the left and to the right repeatedly. He was wearing a light blue robe with a pure white ribbon wrapped around his waist. He looked familiar with that white hair and deep green eyes. I snapped my fingers and pointed my forefinger at the boy. "Aha! Mr. Fluffy Hair!"
His left eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Don't call me that!" he snapped.
I flinched momentarily and stuck my tongue out at him. "Well, then stop calling me 'baka'."
He opened his mouth to say more but snapped it shut when he heard the sound of the door sliding open. A woman with orange coloured hair and an extremely huge bust popped her head into the room. "Ohayo, Wasurenagusa-chan!" she greeted as she swiftly let herself in through the door while balancing a tray on her right hand.
A man with yellow hair followed suit, sliding back the door for it to close. "Good to see you up and about, Hiwa-chan."
"Kira-san! Rangiku-chan!" I exclaimed. My tummy grumbled when it sensed the chicken soup placed carefully on top of the gray tray, accompanied with a glass of ice water.
Rangiku giggled when she heard my tummy rumble. "Seem's like somebody's hungry."
"It's not my fault! It's already-" I paused and turned towards Kira. "Kira-san what time is it now?"
Kira checked for the time at the clock placed on top of the sliding door. "Around 8:45 p.m." he replied.
My jaw nearly hit the ground when I heard that it was already 8:45 p.m. I buried my face in my hands. "What? I've missed a whole day?" I exclaimed.
Mr. Fluffy Hair held up two fingers. "Two days, actually," he told me in an oh-so-casual tone.
"WHAT?" my jaw hit the ground, again. Two whole days... ? I repeated the number over and over my head while rubbing my jaw (it hurts sooo bad.) Was my head wound that critical?"
Rangiku smiled innocently at me. "Yup, two days and a half," she told me.
"Eh?" I exclaimed, stopping myself from another anime jaw-drop. "Was my head in a near death situation or something?"
Kira scratched his head. "Well, you can say that..." he drifted off, not answering the question.
"What he means is that your head was too soft and mushy that the rock nearly sliced through your brain, but thankfully your skull stopped it from getting in any further so basically, that's why your forehead is plastered with that big white bandage," Mr. Fluffy Hair finished for Kira.
I ignored the insult about my forehead. "Then why am I in your amazingly boring room and sleeping in your bed?" I asked, staring wide-eyed at the white Japanese-style bed in front of me and at the snowy haired boy.
"It's because Unohana's hospital didn't have anymore room and since leaving you with Kira is out of the question because he had a mission to do. Rangiku, she would probably threaten, dare or do anything to make you drink with her, and she would also just go around all day drinking sake and wasting herself, being totally oblivious of the fact that an injured person is in her room," he finished.
I nodded dumbly at him and crawled back into the bed. "So this bed is mine for now?"
He opened his mouth to say something but he got suffocated when Rangiku came up from behind of him, grabbed him and pushed his face into her cleavage. "Mmmmmhhhhh!" his shouts were muffled from the super powers of Rangiku's huge bust.
"Ehhhh? What is it that you said about me taicho?" she said taunting-like. From the looks of the mischievous faces of Rangiku Matsumoto, and Mr. Fluffy Hair's muffled protests, they were on a 100% chance level that they were not a couple. I mean who'd even wanna date a cute little runt like him? Oi, little Forget-Me-Not you added 'cute' in your thought, a nagging voice in my head told me. I fumed to myself. My mind has this stupid habit of annoying me against my own will. I've tried for years to abolish it but like 'they' say, old habits die hard.
"Get off me, Matsumoto!" Mr. Fluffy Hair managed to push himself out of the fair lady's bust and try to catch his breath.
"Heh heh heh, taicho. Don't you ever - I repeat, EVER underestimate the power of huuuuuge breasts or women who're alcoholics with huge breasts, in this matter," she told him, thumping her huge chest with her fist.
I stared down at my breasts. They weren't Rangiku Matsumoto huge but they were also not your average sizes either. To me, they were just the perfect size to fit in with my growing body and personality.
"In answer to your question, no," Mr. Fluffy Hair told me after huge puffs of breaths later. He wiped the sweat of his face with his right sleeve occasionally glaring at the grinning lady beside him.
"But why?" I asked, turning on the puppy-dog eyes.
"Awwww~ Wasurenagusa-chaaan. You look sooo cuuuute!" I heard Rangiku commented.
Kira shook his head but an amused smile was on his face. "I agree with Rangiku-san but does that really work on Hitsugaya-taicho?"
He stared straight into them (something not many people can do.) "No means no, Hikaru," he told me. "And anyway, you're already up. That means that you can sleep on the extra mattress here," he patted the thin mattress he was sitting on.
I stared at it with utter horrificness. "That's called a mattress?" I managed to speak through my wave of shock.
"Yes, apparently it is called a mattress," he told me, slowly.
I stared back at the snowy haired boy and then flopped back onto the bed and covered myself with the thick blanket. "Well I don't care if that thing is called a mattress or not, I'm not moving from this bed, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan," I nonchalantly told him.
"Eheh, 'Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan'?" Rangiku and Kira repeated but in different tones.
I poked my head out of the white covers. "Yes," I replied and poked my head back in.
A vein popped out of Mr. Fluffy Hair's forehead. "I have a name you know baka!" he said, hitting my head with a piece of newspaper that came out of nowhere.
I poked my head by head back out again, holding the spot that got hit and teary-eyed. "That hurt Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan."
"Dammit, call me Hitsugaya-taicho, woman!" he shouted, restraining himself from hitting me again.
Rangiku leaned in, making her head the same level as mine. "You really should, Wasurenagusa-chan," she told me, wagging her finger in my face.
Kira nodded in agreement. "You should, Hiwa-san or you'll end up getting frostbite or something worst by tomorrow."
"Well then, lucky me," I giggled.
I could practically see the question marks that were on top of their heads. "What do you mean, Hiwa-san?" Kira asked.
I winked at Hitsugaya. "Ice can't critically hurt me or freeze me, Mr. Fluffy Hair," I told the three puzzled-looking faces.
