AN: This story is going to have a lot of chapters- the drabble list I'm getting them from goes up to around four hundred, so seriously, a lot. Also, the name might change, depending on if I think of anything better along the way. This story should be updated once a day, as I am trying to use this as a drabble-a-day sort of thing, but it is not set in stone.
Bleach is copyrighted to Tite Kubo. This story has been written for entertainment purposes only, and has not been used to make profit.
Toshiro grimaced, watching with wide turquoise eyes as it raised another spindly, hairy appendage. The leg waved around in the air for a moment before pressing back down on the paper, which crinkled underneath the feathery weight.
He will not scream.
The pen in his shaking hand dripped a small dot of rich black ink on the paper, right beside the creature, and Toshiro bit his lip when it marched right through it, leaving a trail of tiny footprints in it's wake. It was hideous. It was disgusting. He could practically taste the bile building up in the back of his throat.
So long as Matsumoto is in the room, he will not scream.
It continued to traipse casually across his desk, across all of his immaculately finished paperwork, brushing against his cup of tea- he would have to throw that out later- before tumbling over the edge of his desk, dropping with a muted thud to the floor. Gone.
He didn't scream.
He let out a long, wavering breath, one he hadn't known he'd been holding, and slouched back in his chair. Crisis averted, and not a single thing broken or ruined. After glancing back at his desk, however, he decided to shove the ruined (not to mention, contaminated) paperwork to the furthest corner of his desk. His heart was still pounding in his chest, threatening to burst forth should anything else even remotely stressful come at him.
"Taichou?" Not even sparing his lieutenant a look, he rubbed his brow and shook his head. No point in talking- his voice would surely crack, and he couldn't have that, not in front of Matsumoto. Deciding all was well once more, Toshiro dipped his pen back into the ink well in front of him, placing the tip of the pen on to a new sheet of paperwork.
"Since I know you're going to run off again, make sure you buy more bug spray for-" The rest of his sentence died on his tongue when he felt the telltale light weight that suddenly padded on to his foot, sharp feet poking through his socks.
He screamed.
So! Chapter one. Reviews are greatly appreciated. If you liked, tell me why, and if not, tell me why.