"Hey, taicho?"

He did not want to hear the sound of her voice. The grip on his pen suddenly increased and threatened to snap it in half, piercing a hole through the paperwork. Something that she should have done, but oh no, when it comes to work Matsumoto Rangiku will flee like some sort of panicked creature. While he was filling the many sheets his vice captain was leaning on the sofa, playing with a tea cup and sighing dreamily once in a while. In a way, that severely irritated the chibi-captain, and now she had finally decided to speak. And in his mind, wondering whether to reply or not. Sure, if he didn't reply he wouldn't get in a ridiculous conversation with her. Although, that meant she would annoy him for the rest of the evening, repeating those words over and over again. It was some sort of awful, henious, death-like lose or lose question, and he was always stuck in those awful situations. He glared up at her with a look that could make small children cry (much like a face of someone I know, but ignore that).

"What is it now, Matsumoto?" he growled, massaging his temples and glancing up to see the delightful look on her face at his reply, no matter how delayed it was.

However, she clapped her hands together in an immature fashion, sitting up and watching the apprehensive look on Hitsugaya's face. She grinned, saying only,"Taicho, if I were an animal what animal would I be?"

There was a large, awkward silence after this question. If this was the Wild West, certain articles of tumble weed would be flying past, along with the wind. However, the temperature in the room dropped several degrees, the look on the young prodigy's face somewhat... Frozen. Like, he was trying to think but Matsumoto's stupidity had silenced him and somehow wiped his brain clean, actually destroying any train of intelligent thought. While his brain was in reboot, he merely spluttered,"What?"

The vice captain seemed delighted at this reply, as if it were her clever plot to get him confused all along (Although clever never really went in the same sentence if it described any action of Matsumoto's),"I mean, like some people are like animals. Like, what animal am I most like?"

Of course, this did not suit to help Hitsugaya's thinking situation at all. He blankly stared at her, with a rather lost facial expression. Clearing his throat, turning back to his work and merely answering her with a mundanely spoken,"Cat."

There was another silence afterwards, this one not as uncomfortable for Hitsugaya, who had settled down upon his paperwork with a content look on his face. However, this silence implied that Matsumoto should think, deliver something in a well thought out sentence. She however, blanched whining with a shocked look,"'Cat'? Can't you explain why?"

And yet again the pen stabbed into the paper as her voice shot in, glancing up at her with a small amount of malice.

"Want to know why?" he muttered his tone was bordering on trenchant,"Matsumoto, you're the single most lazy, bad tempered, useless at times vice captain the twelve divisions have ever had. You always lie around all day long and cling hopelessly to me. And that is why, you're like a cat."

Matsumoto pouted at this, twirling long blond hair in a hand and saying merely,"That's mean, taicho. I asked for what animal I was, not some sort of lifetime analysis. And... Surely there's good things to cats too..."

Our child prodigy sighed heavily at this, settling down his pen. Well, there was always one way he could get her out of his hair,"I guess... Cats are independent too. And comforting when you're... Alone. Not to mention slightly... Nice to look at."

The vice captain's pout disappeared, suddenly turning into a wide smile, a content look on her face,"Are you calling me pretty, taicho?"

She didn't get the excited, stuttering reaction she would have perhaps liked to get but none the less she caught sight of a faint blush as Hitsugaya turned back to his work and did not reply. Matsumoto huffed slightly at this, crossing her arms,"I guess that's why you're more like a rabbit, taicho."

Now she got the spluttering reaction. He immediately spun up, glaring at her and the room dropped to practically a sub-zero temperature as he growled a,"What?"

"Simple taicho. A rabbit, a bunny I guess.," she smiled, her tone of voice probably used when describing where babies came from,"You have got white hair, like white fur of a rabbit, you're adorable, you're small-"

The white-haired one seemed to be near to exploding at each thing she listed off, the pen he was holding physically snapping though his vice captain paid no heed. She was rambling on, and he was shaking,"And Taicho, I can glomp you easily and snuggle you and I don't get any complaints. See, I'll demonstrate this--."

The 10th division was only accompanied by yells of a familiar chibi-captain, the laughs of a certain large-asseted one. Of course, those who past wouldn't have complained, running in desperately to see if anyone was killed. It was all natural, in the day of Soul Society.

A/N: So, this is my second fanfiction. I know, HitsuMatsu is the sort of thing... But... It's entertaining. Plus, I've always envisioned this in my head. This'll hopefully be a series as I'll add him more conversations. But honestly, what animal are you?