A/N: OMG!!!! Thank you SO much all reviewers:D I'm so glad you like this story! LoL it's completely random though. I have to warn you, humor romance angst and what-not is no order whatsoever and well...see the italic sentences underneath the story's title? They have nothing to do with this chapter's drabbles, coz I only thought they fit with the title. In case you wondered.
Okay now on with the story:D I have written the next chapter too so yeah you get one more update soon ;P
o-Seize the Moment-o
-the only way to get rid of temptation is go give in-
4. Strength
Toshiro sometimes wondered how much his lieutenant's famous rack actually weighted, and how much strain they put on her back. He was a person of logic, so of course he assumed that such huge assets weren't just soft and warm and something to look at; but also quite a bother. They didn't just cut off his air supply, but as his lieutenant often pointed out, they did the same to her should she find herself in the wrong position. They seemed to be awfully close to spilling out on the wrong occasions too, and since life was filled with the wrong occasions, she'd had enough practise; which explained her indifference in embarrassing moment such as those.
Staring at the sleeping form of the woman occupying his thoughts, he wondered how she dealt so well with the world in general. Not only her own problems, but also others'. The betrayal of Aizen, Tousen and Gin had been a blow under the belt, and as people bent over in pain and gritted their teeth at the effort of recovering, she still stood tall in a sea of chaos. It was as if she knew her smiles, her jolly behaviour, and her mere presence gave people the illusion of strength they needed in order to heal. And thus, she shone like the lonely rays of sun passing through a forest's roof. He didn't know if this was her way of dealing with the pain, or if she already had accepted it with a maturity rarely seen. Whatever it was, he took as much comfort as others by her kind actions. It left him feeling terribly guilty. He took so much, but he didn't give anything in return, did he? He wasn't sure how to repay her; how to show her his infinite gratefulness at having her by his side watching his back and steps throughout time.
Pushing himself off the wall he'd been leaning on, he entered her room quietly. He didn't know why he'd come here, perhaps he thought he could think of a way to make her smile - to make her smile because of him, and not just for him.
Her sleeping face was relaxed, healthily shaped and beautifully framed by strawberry-blonde locks spilling out wildly. He sat down beside her, softly stroking her cheek. She was on her side, lips slightly parted as she breathed deeply. He let his hand stray, watching it as he moved it down her neck and slipping across her side to graze her back. He applied pressure to his touch as he swirled his hand around in soothing circles; feeling tensed knots in her otherwise relaxed muscles. If they were from keeping her shoulders set and her back straight with a heavy luggage, or from something else, he didn't know. He just hoped this act of kindness would forgive him for sneaking inside her rooms while she was asleep, and made a mental note to try and make up for this invade of privacy too when the chance arose. Good deeds rarely comes unpunished, he mused as he heard her sigh in her sleep. Her lips pulled up in a smile and she mumbled something that sounded awfully close to his name. He left before the urge to slip down under her covers and sleep peacefully surrounded by her warmth overtook him. He wasn't a child seeking comfort after all. He was her Captain seeking amends for leaning so desperately against an already burdened soul.
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5. It's a matter of Knowledge
She was so annoyingly teasing. Her taunts and suggestive comments poked fun at his mental resolve daily, driving him to the point where he snapped. It wasn't just for the fact that her actions irritated him, but that they actually affected him. Over the years, they had developed a strong friendship as well as the loyal bound meant to be between a Captain and his lieutenant. Never mind her dirty jokes or simply implying manner, that was just who she was. Outgoing, outrageous, outstanding….
He knew he shouldn't take her games seriously, but every time she leaned in to whisper in his ear, or drag him along by pulling his hand gently, something tugged at his heart. He felt light, happy, but it drove him up the wall. He couldn't reply when she asked him if she was beautiful, he couldn't reach up to kiss away that sad smile of hers, because he wasn't her lover. He had no right to harbour such deep feelings for his subordinate, when her blind trust pierced him with guilt. Did she know he breathed in her scent as she hugged him close to her chest? Did she know, that he watched her sleep on the couch rather than working? Did she know, did she notice, how his heartbeat increased whenever she smiled her sweet, genuine smile just for him? Perhaps she sensed his embarrassment, his guilt and inexperienced raw love, but did she know?
He prayed she would stay blissfully ignorant for just a little while longer. He had yet to figure out why he desperately wanted her to know, yet would rather die than tell her.
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6. May Flies
"Y'know what Captain?" Matsumoto said, breaking the silence with her smooth voice. The white-haired boy sighed and turned his head to meet her bright eyes. By the looks of it, she had just come across a piece of information that amazed her. This could only end with a headache, he mused.
"I'm not a mind-reader Matsumoto," he drawled. The woman grinned as she muffled a giggle behind her hand.
"Yes, and aren't we all glad!" she stated, but quickly continued as he shot her a I-don't-have-time-for-this glare. "But anyway, did you know there's an insect that only lives for a day?"
"Yes, actually I did Matsumoto. What's your point?"
"Oh, you did? Then do you know why they're called May flies?"
"No?"
"Oh, well, I don't know either. Pity. Anyway, as I was going to say, if you were a may fly what would you do on your first and last day in life?"
His brows twitched in annoyance at her question. He didn't have time to deal with her random character right now. He needed peace and quiet, so he could finish these reports in time.
"I don't know Matsumoto. It wouldn't matter, since I wouldn't know I only had a day to live now would I?"
"Hm, don't you think they at least sense they're going to die? And stop being so logical! Use you imagination for once!"
He sighed again, headache growing strong. How could he end this as quickly as possible? He wasn't surprised to realize he had to play along and let the insufferable woman have her way.
"Alright, I would do whatever may flies do, then drop down dead. How about you?"
She promptly ignored his sarcasm and broke into a radiant smile; overjoyed that he'd asked her.
"Oooh! I would fly into the bar and have some free sake then I would fly into the office and annoy the hell out of you!" she exclaimed, barely containing a laugh as she took in the look on her Captain's face.
"The point of this discussion was…?"
"Oh, I don't know. How you never want me to turn into a may fly?"
He really didn't want her to turn into a may fly. Not just because she would spend her only day in life annoying him, but because 24 hours of Matsumoto weren't enough. Sometimes, things like these made him realize how sad it was that you never got the time you needed. Would an eternity even be long enough?
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7. Leg Fetish
Hitsugaya Toshiro had always considered himself pretty mature and calm when it came to sexual information and interaction. However, Matsumoto always made him question himself. He might be inexperienced, but he knew enough of the theory and could guess the rest. This was probably the kind of attitude that triggered it all. Matsumoto didn't like theory, she prefer the real deal as she called it. So, she developed a habit of flirting endlessly with him or in front of him when anything resembling a male walked by. It was annoying, but what made it worse what that he knew her reasons and yet she continued even though they both knew it was just to test his precious theory. It almost worked, because whenever she brushed past him with that smile, or eyed him with those icy orbs, he asked himself why he was acting so childishly stubborn if he now was as mature and calm about this as he claimed.
But what did him in wasn't what he'd expected.
He'd seen her breasts once, since they accentually spilled out and he'd quickly moved to stand in the way of the few males walking by so they wouldn't see. When she'd only laughed and put them back in, he'd scolded himself for being naïve enough to think she would've been affected at all by that incident. The affectionate press of lips on his cheeks and the whispered thank you had made him change his mind.
He'd also seen her elegant neck and thin arms on more frequent occasions. He even remembering seeing her ears, otherwise covered by her hair, as a wind lifted the strawberry-locks like a curtain. She even took off her shoes and socks on warm days, to spread her strangely perfect toes, and left two narrow feet for him to see. Then there was her constantly exposed cleavage.
What he hadn't seen though was her legs. But standing in nothing but a towel, her hair up in a bun, Toshiro saw more than her chest, neck, arms and ears. He saw them. They were slim and looked very strong; her muscles firm underneath silky skin. She was still damp from the bath she'd taken, and the drops of water shone in the light as the slowly traced the form of her thighs and the curve of her calves. He never thought they could be so perfect, so unscarred and elegant, that he almost couldn't take his eyes away. He'd never considered himself being even a bit kinky or anything of that sort before.
But Hitsugaya Toshiro had a fetish. For Matsumoto Rangiku's legs.
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8. Birthdays
He remembered the first time he danced. It was on his first birthday that he celebrated with his busty lieutenant on the first year they'd met each other. Of course, at the time he hadn't even planned on having more of a celebration than he usually had. At the time, he didn't know she had found out when his birthday was. But as it turned out, nothing escapes Matsumoto Rangiku.
Bouncing of joy and smiling in smugness, she'd entered the office with her hands behind her back. He hadn't been able to do much, and had watched with wide eyes as she put down a nicely wrapped present on his desk before pulling him out of his chair for a dance. She'd been drunk, as per usual, and as she led him clumsily across the floor he almost failed to prevent her from tripping and hitting her head pretty badly on her desk. When he'd calmed her down, and asked her what was going on, she'd replied that she loved birthdays. She said she'd been dying to know when his was, and after a talk with his childhood friend Hinamori, she finally possessed the knowledge. He'd chosen to ignore this and open his present, revealing a new brush and inkpot with beautiful patterns carved in.
As the years passed, he grew more and more used Matsumoto's peculiar love for birthdays; others' and her own. Thus it was with a great pang of confusion he received the request to forget her birthday and any present he'd planned to get her. He couldn't understand the serious face she gave him, or the sad smile as he asked her why?
"It's not my real birthday," she'd explained quietly. He got no more out of her, and it annoyed him to not know what made that day so special is it wasn't her real birthday. He would continue to wonder, until the day finally arrived.
He found her sitting alone in the bar, eyes distant and sad as they always were when she thought of Gin. Approaching, he quietly sat down opposite of her and pierced the bubble she was in with his blue-green eyes.
"I don't know my real age or my real birthday," she began, "because I've always been alone. But then, Gin appeared. I was exhausted, lying on the ground almost starving to death. He offered food and shelter."
He stayed quiet as she told her story, watching the emotions play across her face, and it was enough because she continued with a slightly clearer voice.
"He asked me when my birthday was, and I told him I didn't have one. So he gave me that too. He said that the day we met, the day I wasn't alone anymore, would be my birthday. I was so happy." Her voice slowly faded away, still smooth and even and not shaky from the sadness playing behind her eyes. He wondered if she had told this story about her past before, after Gin's betrayal. He doubted it. A warm feeling burned at his heart as he met her gaze. He felt special, and proud to know something like this about the beautiful woman. He felt a need to take her hand, to squeeze it in a gesture of comfort and gratitude. He hesitated as she turned her gaze away, looking out the window, but gave in and took her hand in his.
If she wanted, they could share his birthday.
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A/N: Okay I don't have much to say really. Only pleads for more reviews :P
OH!!! BTW, lol, the leg fetish is common in the HitsuMatsu world and I'm sorry if it annoys you but I just think it's SOO Toshiro to have a fetish about her legs when she has so big breasts! XD