There's one person in this world that I fear most. This person is so very intensely scary that I begin to wonder how the hell I survive everyday life.
People joke. A lot.
"No wonder his hair is white" they whisper and snicker.
"Heard that the shit gets scared out of him everyday." Said another
"The stress has turned his hair white, poor thing." Said yet another.
If only they knew. My hair was white yes, natural by birth, given to me by my mother I suppose, though I don't remember her all that well. But part of what they say is true…My hair was never, EVER this white until that person came along…though I'll never in the seven hells admit to it.
Now this person is by far the most sincere person in the world. A heart as big as the sun basking everyone in its warmth and compassion. This person is also one of the fiercest fighters I've ever met, agile, beautiful, strong, annoying…lazy, down right rude…intrusive… A god damn addict.
Whoa, hold.
Ok sometimes when I talk about this person, even my natural born ice like temperature raises straight through the roof, out of this room higher than Hyourinmaru and I could ever soar.
Now when I hear people talk about this person, it riles me. Never have I heard such blatant disrespect for anyone, ever, not even towards myself, a person, of the most abnormal bodily features. Someone once put it as…a snow cone with jagged ice on the top.
Now when I go around my daily bouts, transferring paperwork, running errands, shopping training, I hear all these rumors fly. How disgusting, it seems like the gotie 13 is just the shinigami academy, only difference, we have to pretend we like each other and respect each other.
Rumors.
I hear them fly around, whipping violently. No care in the world, no regard to the person it was going to infect, to plague. It's horrible. It's downright abuse in all regards.
"Heard that the poor thing slept with a bunch of old farts to get to the top"
"Heard that the poor thing can't even hold a sword right"
"Heard the poor thing has to take orders from a child"
"Heard…."
"NO MORE" my voice explodes, involuntarily. I can't listen to all this bullshit.
It's all a lie. The temperature drops. The sun dissipates, my eyes take on a new borne hardness. I've created another me. One made for solely protecting THIS person.
Harshness, there's not an ounce of regret in my voice, not even a hint that this threat will not be carried through, but only a tone that says "I will kill you" as pure and blatant as if I had spoke the words myself.
"I will not tolerate any disrespect to ANY other gotie 13 members, do you understand!" I bark out fiercely.
A bunch of hasty nods though it seems that their muscles were frozen, so it came out to look like some ridiculous jerking. Sort of like the kind a chicken makes.
Ironic, huh?
"If I ever hear you disrespect ANY gotie 13 members let alone someone from MY SQUAD, I will not hesitate to reprimand you, revoke your shinigami license and feed you to the far more tact and brutal rukongai people, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"
They squeak, just like mice. Who's small now huh?
After that little bout, I promptly return to my office and begin paperwork.
Smiling uncharacteristically. I hear Hyourinmaru hum with a sort of fatherly pride.
I tell him his humor is dulling further and further with his age. He often joked about being like my father, given to me by god.
See.
I wasn't kidding when I said his was stunted in his humor.
We went about arguing, about nothingness for a good 10 minutes when it happened.
Hyourinmaru jolted his abnormally large nose to the air and took on an uneasy feeling.
He abruptly slithered away, saying he would exact his revenge for me insulting his nose, which in his opinion is beautifully shaped and sized.
Oblivious.
At first I had no clue, that was until I felt the reiatsu. All hyper and spiked. Jumpy and far too energetic. Disgustingly sweet and mischievous.
Ah how could I have forgotten?
"That" person.
The name "That" person bears is actually quite ironic.
First name has the meaning Chrysanthemums better known as the funeral flower.
The irony in everything today is sickening.
Chrysanthemums are sent to funerals.
And it seems I was sent one, one to honor the death of my sanity.
Last name divine pine tree.
Tall, beautiful and pine cones the size of overgrown watermelons.
Also a tall divine tree that blocks your view.
A divine pine tree that always makes a mess for you to clean up.
A divine pine tree that can survive all weather types.
A yes that person is….
"TAICHOU!!"
"Matsumoto Rangiku, here to services you today!!"
Yes the scariest person in the world.
My fukutaichou Matsumoto Rangiku.
"Ne taichou…you look a little frightened" she smirks.
Cold glare.
"Whatever could you be talking about Matsumoto." I say coldly.
"Well it's just that…" she begins to say but I deliver the first blow.
"Well I was just so very frightened…by the very though of how much paperwork you have to do today, my, my" the words drip out of my mouth slow like honey, then freeze and the weight of the ice settles.
Blank stare.
Victory.
No emotion.
Triumph.
No person.
Glor…NO PERSON!
"MATSUMOTO!!"
"Eh taichou a dragon with an abnormally sized nose can't see a small sleek cat sneak away can it?"
Just another, in my life
"10th squad taichou, Hitsugaya Toushiro.
Ready to services you…alone…yet again."