AN: Spoilers for Ch. 199. sorry, but can't be bothered to check anime episode.


"..a line of bleeding hearts behind her throne
and she flaunts them like she's claimed them as her own
"

- Runaway World


It was hilarious, Matsumoto thought, how red the boy's face could turn.

And here she always thought Ichigo was either hot for the Quincy or at the very least, asexual. Sure, he risked life and limb to save Rukia but the stubborn kid was constantly getting pulverized for defending somebody's honor anyways. Until today, her opinion was being a girl couldn't factor for anything with Ichigo.

"No, I'll never give into temptation. Absolutely not, it won't work"

His face was red as a beet by now, and it was heaps of fun to see how far she could push his buttons. Kind of like with her captain, except this kid was almost too easy. He was cracking. The shallow pants coming from his mouth told her he was only mere seconds away from hyperventilating and tearing the fingers from his face.

Not that she cared. Much. Inwardly, she was beaming a gigantic smile. After all, it was nice to know she still had this effect on males in the real world.

Smiling innocently, Matsumoto made sure to keep her gaze on the blushing Ichigo. Her hand slithered down from her shirt, slowly lifting the hems of her skirt.

However a sudden spin kick from Rukia ruined her source of entertainment. "You could clamp down that finger at least."

Sputtering, her victim collapsed on the floor with a loud thud, rubbing his head indignantly. "I am a real man!"

Matsumoto frowned. Given the amount of times she's seen the younger shinigami's feet connecting with Ichigo's thick skull, it was a real mystery how he could have any brain cells left. Quickly, she made a metal note to ask her captain later how that could be when Rukia grabbed Ichigo and towed him out the door. Everybody else filed out a second later, leaving her and captain alone.

"Really, Taicho," she pouted, tossing her hair. "Can you believe it? That boy is so rude! I was gonna let him take a peek at my boobs and he covered his eyes. Covered them!"

"Yes, Matsumoto. I was there."

Ignoring her captain's bored tone, she clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "Well it's his loss, ain't it girls?"

She patted her bosom fondly, rearranging her necklace to fit exactly at the centre of her cleavage for maximum appeal. She giggled. "Oooh, this looks nice. What do you think Captain? Should I keep this button open?"

"Tch. Close up your blouse, woman."

"Awwww! But Taicho, it's so restrictive. And then me and my girls wouldn't be able to breathe. Is that what you want? A non-breathing busty vice captain! Who's going to help you do your paperwork?"

"And how that would that be any different than it is now?" her captain drawled.

"Taicho!"

Pushing the bangs out of his face, the tenth captain gave a long suffering sigh and walked over, yanking her collar then proceeded to button the shirt. His slender fingers deftly combed the front, inserting the buttons into their respective holes while Matsumoto sat, completely still.

"Seriously, Matsumoto," he murmured softly, "You're a woman. You should have more self respect than this. Why do you think you always need to be objectified in order to get what you want?"

His gaze was unnerving.

She paused.

Then she pasted a huge smile on her face and wrapped her arms round his head, squeezing tighter when he struggled for air. "Awww! I didn't know you cared, Taicho! You're so cute."

"MATSUMOTO!"

Because that's how men work