Ming: yatta(1)!! Im such an awesome writer!!
Hichigo: no kidding…sooo…do I get to see whitey-chan this time?!
Ming: not yet be patient!! I haven't even started the chapter…hmph. Be glad I luv u to death cuz of your awesome sexy-ness
Hichigo: (big grin)
Ming: yea I don't own bleach or the characters. Though I want to own a certain hollow ^^
Hichigo was sitting in his usual place on the side of one of the many buildings. He was gazing up at the calm blue sky his king was creating. "You're being unusually quiet…something bothering you?" said Zangetsu as he appeared. Hichigo ignored him, his mind drifting off to that night. "Hopefully nothing bad happened to that shinigami" Zangetsu suddenly said, snapping Hichigo out of his daze. "What the hell are you talking about?!" he demanded looking to the zanpaktou. Zangetsu rolled his eyes and sighed, "Oh I dunno…Maybe about what usually happens when two people have sex. Ya know…sex without any sort of protection at all…" Zangetsu cracked a little hint of anger and sarcasm in his tone. "I don't have the patience for this sarcastic little game…Get to the damn point!!" Hichigo growled at him. "It's so easy to understand a moron could get it faster than you…Did you ever think about what would happen if you got him PREGNANT!? Ichigo is always careful but you were completely reckless" Zangetsu snapped putting an emphasis on the word pregnant.
Hichigo's mind immediately was in turmoil at the thought of the young shinigami being pregnant. "King would beat me like there was no tomorrow if that ever happened. There's no way I got him pregnant. And even if I did, it was Ichigo's body; not mine!! If the shrimp's pregnant its Ichigo's kid….right?" that last statement becoming a question as he look at zangetsu. The only response to that was a shrug. Hichigo kept thinking about that thought, it wouldn't be my kid…right? It would have to be the king's kid. It was his body I took over, it wasn't like I was fucking whitey-chan in my body…but…what if it is my kid?? King will throttle me if that happens!! He thought sighing.
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Toshiro woke up after a few more hours of sleep feeling much better. Though he still sort of felt like crap, it was better than before at least. He looked around, wondering how he got back to his room when he clearly remembered being in the fourth division office. Wait…why did I go there? I know Unohana- taicho said something to me and Matsumoto…god damnit where is Matsumoto?! He got up and felt his room and checked his office. Sure enough there she was, passed out drunk on the chair. His right eye twitched in frustration as he glanced over at his desk and saw the amount of paperwork. Paperwork she should being doing but now he'll have to do. "Don't be so hard on her…alots going on. Especially with you" said Hyōrinmaru with a slightly amused tone. "What's that supposed to mean?" Toshiro asked the spirit. "You'll see…she knows so any questions you have must be answered by her…little one" the dragon said before cutting the connection. Toshiro grunted, angry at the response he got from his zanpaktou.
He walked over to the unconisous Matsumoto, grabbing the heaviest object he could find and furiously threw it down on the table closest to her. Doing that caused her to jump up in shock. Seeing that her taicho was up and looked very angry, she managed a smile, "uh…um…g-good evening taicho. Did you have a nice nap?" she said softly, not wanting to make him angrier. "Yes I did…and apparently so did you!"He growled pointing at the paperwork, "why do you do this to me?! For once do your own god damned work!!!" he said clearly upset. This was definitely a mood swing. Matsumoto stood up immediately and walked over to his desk, "Then you know what…I'll start it right now. No need to stress out my taicho anymore. It isn't healthy so either of you" she said without thinking. "'Either of you' " he repeated confused. He looked at her like she had gone insane and had two heads. She realized he had forgotten while he was sleeping. "Yes…I mean…stress isn't good for you or…your baby taicho. I read it in a magazine." She said quickly gathering up her work. He just stared at her, eyes as big as dinner plates as his mind let what she just said sink in. baby…? What baby?? That sake has finally done too much damage…she's completely out of her fucking mind. I'm not pregnant………I can't be. He thought worry and concern showed in his eyes. "Matsumoto…what baby? Im not pregnant…I can't be….." His voice trailed off when he saw the look on her face. "Shit" he cursed, understanding now that she was dead serious which is rare for his fukutaicho.
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"A…achooo" Ichigo rubbed his nose curiously. That had been the fourth time he sneezed within two hours. "Ichi-nii, you aren't catching something…are you?" Karin said glancing over at her brother. They were watching TV and frankly his constant sneezing was starting to piss her off. "No Karin, I'm not sick." He sighed. "Maybe a cute girl is talking bout my handsome son…maybe now you'll finally have a girlfriend" Isshin cried out in pain as Ichigo threw whatever he could get his hands on at him.
"Think king is getting sick?" Hichigo asked Zangetsu. He just shrugged in response. "You are no fun at all…fucking bastard" he grumbled. Zangetsu just glared at him and looked up at the sky. Hichigo suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and sneezed. "Looks like you're catching whatever Ichigo has." He muttered to the hollow. "Am not" he growled. "Are too" zangetsu said childishly. The conversation continued on like that for about an hour. Both bored out of their minds.
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Matsumoto left to go drop off the paperwork that she actually did and finished. Toshiro was pacing in his office, trying to put the right words together in his head. Those words would the news and an attempted explanation to his lover. He sat down, trying desperately to calm down. "What am I suppose to tell Ichigo?! I don't even remember when I got…" he grew silent as the memory came back to him, "It couldn't be…..uso(2)…shimatta(3)!!" he cried out. He sat down in his chair, his arm covering his eyes. He cursed under his breath and sensed his vice-captain come back. "So….do you have an idea who the father is taicho?" she asked sitting down. He nodded slowly but didn't meet her gaze. "Please tell me taicho…unless…taicho you weren't raped in the human world were you?! Oh my god…my poor taicho!! It must have been someone close…but whom?" she said worriedly. She embraced her taicho in a suffocating hug, "don't worry…I'm here for you. I'll make who ever hurt you pay dearly" she said protectively. He struggled to get out of her grip, "I wasn't raped so let go!! No one hurt me…I can't breathe…" he gasped out that last part.
She let go and he sucked air into his deprived lungs. Valley of death he thought glaring at her. "I can take care of myself. I wouldn't let someone get that close to do that." He stated. "…oh…then that means you have a boyfriend. Is he cute?" she teased a big grin forming. He blushed and looked away, "yea so" he muttered. It was obvious no one knew about him relationship with Ichigo and he figured it would get out anyway. Just this isn't how he wanted all of the soul society to find out. "So…are you gonna tell me who 'knocked' you up?" she asked smiling. "Nope" he answered leaving the room. She wore a pout on her face then grinned, "then I guess I'll just have to figure it out on my own…that shouldn't be too hard" with that said she left in search of the father.
Ming: yay…longer chappy…I wonder who are the potential fathers are in her mind. If you noticed I used some Japanese words in the story. (1) yay (2)no way! (3) damn it!
Toshiro: she is too damn nosy!!! (Grumbles)
Hichigo: (glomps Toshiro) whitey-chan!! (Evil grin) come with me…NOW
Toshiro: (dark blush) u...um… (Senses Ichigo's reiatsu) c-cant...sorry
Ichigo: (hovering over Hichigo) what .do .you .think .you're .doing. (Growls. Hichigo gulps and looks up, weak smile)
Ming: (pulls Hichigo away from a possible death) not yet! Be nice (points finger at ichigo) oh yea…plz review and I'll try to update as soon as I can ^^ can't wait to see matsumoto, the great detective, in action.