Chapter Two: A Letter From Gin
"Rangiku! Rangiku!" he shouted.
He had never called really called her by her first name before, but she was going through a rough time and he wanted to take it easy on her. But not too easy. Matsumoto was a slacker who needed as much discipline as possible.
"Rangi—", he paused seeing her lying on the floor with a bottle of sake in her hands.
It had only been two days of her four-day sake free diet (if u could call it that) and she was already at the sake.
"Rangiku, can you hear me?" he leaned closer to her still body. He noticed she had been as he could see tear stains down her cheeks. He also noticed that she merely was sleeping, seeing her chest rise and fall.
He took the sake bottle from her hands and set it on a nearby table. Then he picked her up in his arms and placed her on the couch in his office.
He didn't want her to catch cold, so he took off his captain's robe and placed it over her shoulders.
"Sleep well Rangiku" he whispered to her and kissed her check lightly. Then he walked over to his desk and set down to finish his paperwork. But not before he took one last look at her sleeping body and smiled.
An hour later, Hitsugaya heard a knock on his door.
He just got out of a shower and was dripping wet in nothing but a towel. It seemed he could never get away long enough to have some personal time to himself. Not even in the shower.
He had been interrupted three times before he actually took the shower, three times during, and now this. Was it too much to ask to have one moment out the day to himself? Or at least a shower without any interruptions?
"Taicho, can I come in?"
It was Matsumoto. He had expected her to be sleep much longer than an hour. More like the rest of the day.
"Of course Rangiku" he smiled at her.
He hadn't meant to smile but he was happy to see her. His smile quickly faded when he saw more tear stains on her face and she had some kind of paper clinched in her fist.
She stepped into his room and took a seat on his bed. She looked at the ground the entire time and just kept shaking.
"What's wrong Rangiku?" he asked taking a seat next to her.
For a moment she looked away from him. When she turned to face him she smile (more like giggled lightly) "Nice package taicho".
He had forgotten he was in nothing but a towel and clearly Matsumoto could see inside it at the one thing that made him a boy.
Toushiro turned completely red and Matsumoto laughed.
"I'll go put on some clothes" he said quickly standing.
"I don't mind taicho. It's not like I haven't seen . . . ya know" she giggled. Toushiro blushed even more.
"Well, I don't want you to see mine!" he shouted.
"Shhh or people will think I'm taking advantage of you in here" Matsumoto laughed standing up and coming closer to her embarrassed captain.
"Don't Matsumoto" he said holding his hand out to keep her at bay.
Matsumoto ignored it. In fact, she thought it was cute that he thought he could stop her with a hand gesture.
She simply moved his hand to his side and pinned him to the wall.
One of those beautiful teal eyes opened to look at her beautiful blues but not before glancing down at large breasts. "Now what?" he quivered.
"Don't worry taicho, I'm going to rape you". Then she leaned closer to him so she was breathing right beside his ear. "Not unless you want me to" she smiled.
He gulped. Not because he was scared she would but because he was scared that he would let her. He was a guy after and Matsumoto was a beautiful, sexy, curvaceous woman, who wouldn't want to be raped by her. A man that is or Soi Fong.
"Matsumoto, is there something you wanted . . . I mean needed . . . may I help you with something?" he stuttered.
"Actually, my robes are a little tight, could you loosen them for me?" she teased.
Toushiro's teal eyes bulged and his mouth dropped wide open.
Matsumoto laughed and leaped off him. She couldn't believe how easy it was to rattle her captain's little brain.
Having had her fun with him, she turned away from him and looked back at the ground again.
Toushiro was relieved she was only joking. He would've almost let her rape him if she didn't stop torturing him soon. Did she not realize the kind of affect she had on his mind and especially his body? Toushiro almost lost it.
"Taicho, I need to talk to you about something" she spoke softly.
She sounded sad or tired or both to Toushiro. It must have something to do with Gin. He could hear it her voice.
"What about Rangiku?" he asked already knowing the answer.
Matsumoto made her way to his bed and Hitsugaya followed suite.
He didn't care if he was in a towel and Matsumoto could see his . . . his . . . ya know. Anyway, she was his lieutenant, no his friend, and right she needed him and he was going to be there for her. He would just have to put his discomfort aside.
She didn't meet his gaze. In fact, she actually scooted away from him a little. And after she was so up close and personal with him pretending she was going to rape him. He suppressed the heat rising in his body.
Hitsugaya scooted closer to her, closing the spaced she had created and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
She actually looked at him, staring at his gaze, surprised by his sudden closeness to her. Hitsugaya never got close to anyone. Not even Hinamori. Matsumoto felt special.
She decided to tell him now. And this time she wouldn't look away. She needed to tell him upfront and face to face.
She took a deep breath and exhaled, "Well, it has to do with Gin".
She thought he would say something but he didn't. He just sat and waited for her to continue.
She began to lose her nerve and her hands started shaking. Then Hitsugaya took one of her hands in his free hand and laced their fingers together. Kissing it gently as he did so.
Matsumoto was shocked. She had never seen her captain show so much affection all at once.
"Please . . . continue" he returned his intent gaze to her.
"Okay. Well, about Gin, he sent me a letter". She waited for him to say something, twitch, anything. Nothing.
Hearing Gin's name had always made her taicho ill and even more grumpy than he already was. But she had to admit, he kept himself composed quite well.
"Anyway", she continued. "He said that he missed me and that he wanted to see me. Just for last time."
There she had said it. Now how was her taicho going to react?
Hitsugaya didn't break his gaze from the blue eyes of his fukutaicho. In fact, he stared at her more deeply. Trying to find what she wanted him to say in her eyes.
He knew what she wanted him to say. That it's okay for her to go see Gin one last time and that he would keep it a secret between the two of them. But he couldn't just do that.
As a captain, he was obliged to say no to seeing a traitor. As a friend, he would say not to protect her.
He knew Gin was up to no good. Gin hadn't wanted to see Matsumoto for 'one last time' when he betrayed all of Soul Society. And he sure as hell didn't miss her.
Gin only cared about himself and what he wanted. He didn't care who he hurt in the process to gain what he wanted. In fact, Hitsugaya thought he more or less enjoyed hurting the ones closet to him.
No. Absolutely no. Hell no. Matsumoto was going to see that monster. Hitsugaya wasn't going allow Gin to hurt her again.
"I'm sorry Rangiku, but you can't see Gin."
"But why taicho?" she whined.
"Rangiku, Gin is up to no good. He's only trying to trick you. I'm afraid I would be putting you into harms way if I let you go see Gin."
Matsumoto stood and stared down at her captain angrily. "I didn't come here to ask for your permission, I came to ask for your advise."
"And I advised that you shouldn't see Gin".
"No, you said I can't see Gin. I believe your exact words were, 'I would be putting you in harms way if I let you see Gin'. Were those not your exact words?" she had mimicked him then questioned. Her temper growing higher.
Hitsugaya stood and looked Matsumoto in the eye. His towel nearing falling in the process.
"Matsumoto, now I'm not telling you as a friend, I'm speaking to you as your captain. You will not see Gin and you will be watched at all times. Do I make myself clear?"
"Fine."
Then his towel really did fall off. Matsumoto couldn't help but giggle at the angry fully naked taicho.
"And what's so damn funny? I'm serious Matsumoto" he sneered at her.
"Well taicho, it's hard to take one who's naked seriously", she finally laughed out loud. Unable to hold it back any longer.
"What -- ?" he questioned then down to see his towel on the floor.
Hitsugaya turned a deep shade of red and grabbed the towel on the floor. Well, tried to but Matsumoto beat him to the punch.
"You want this?" she giggled holding it up out of his reach.
"Matsumoto!" he yelled cupping one hand over his man parts and chasing her around the room.
They ran around the room at least four to five times until he had her cornered.
"Give it back Matsumoto!" he shouted through gritted teeth.
Matsumoto dangled it even further out of his reach. "Why don't you make me?" she laughed even louder.
"Come on Matsumoto, give it back", he whined.
She figured he had been tortured enough, but she still wanted one more thing.
"Let me see and I'll give it back", she smirked.
Hitsugaya froze in mid air. He couldn't believe what she had just said. "No".
"Okay, good bye", she said. Instead of walking out the door she walked to his desk, opened a window and threw his clothes out. "Now my work here is finished and you can walk around all of Soul Society naked."
At first he was speechless. His face turning as white as his hair and his teal bulging to abnormal proportions.
"MATSUMOTO!"
"Let me see and I'll fetch your clothes and never mention this to anyone.""Promise?"
"Promise."
Toushiro couldn't believe what he was about to do. He folded his arms and looked away from her.
Matsumoto eyes went wide. It was more than she thought it was. With that done and she figured she had embarrassed him more than imaginable, she walked over to him and held out the towel for him.
He snatched it from her hands. She smiled and headed towards the door.
"My answer is still no" he spoke to her back.
"I know", she smiled turning her head towards him. "But this makes up for that." Then she closed the door behind her.
