Matsumoto Rangiku sighed silently on her tiacho's comfortable couch as the young man did his paperwork without fail. It had been a long time since Matsumoto's hangover had left her head, but she could stay here on the couch for a while longer, fooling her captain just a bit longer. Today was boring, nothing to do but listen to Toshiro's writing brush on the paper and lounge until he caught on to the fact that her hangover was gone. She sighed and shifted a bit on the couch. She got a thought that hadn't occurred to her in quite some time, and she didn't know exactly why it came to her just then. But it was there nonetheless, and she thought that going into this particular topic would help pass a little bit of the time. Matsumoto realized that she hadn't had sex in over eight years! Matsumoto's full pink lips curved into a smile as she thought of who to seduce next. It wasn't like this was a hobby or anything, nor was that she was a sex-addict the case either. And she hadn't thought about this in about six years. But right now, she was getting interested in whom to get next. No tattoos at all, because she thought that they were positively unattractive, so that excluded Shuhei and Renji right off the bat. No bald guys or with weird hair, presumably because the only odd hair she wanted was in color, not in type or appearance. Ikkaku, Yumikicha, and Zaraki were gone too. No guys she didn't know very well, because that would be just like having sex with a complete stranger, meaning no one who had joined the Gotei Thirteen within the past year. So that left Kira, Shunsui, and…? Oh wait, none of her drinking buddies either, so that marked off those last two, and most of the others ones she had named. Who else could she try, because Ukitake was sick right now, so he couldn't be reached for about a week or so. Damn! This was hard work for Matsumoto. She thought for about eight or nine minutes before she found the one other shinigami she could try. Well, he wasn't really a shinigami, but he would do. Ichigo Kurosaki! Matsumoto giggled softly and felt a hand pressing down on her shoulder.
"Matsumoto, please get back to work," Toshiro Hitsuguya told her and she groaned. Getting to work meant paperwork, and Matsumoto Rangiku hated doing paperwork. The busty woman sighed and sat up her breasts swaying from side to side and then settling slowly. Toshiro walked back to his desk and and Matsumoto walked over to hers. She pulled out a few papers and sighed deeply again. Toshiro grunted, a telltale signal that he was irked or wanted her to stop doing something. She sighed and gathered together her messy supplies. Even though she wasn't going to start doing work for a few hours, she could fool her captain for a while by at least looking like she was doing some work. Besides, she had a certain strawberry-haired shinigami representative to think about. Rather that be ways to seduce this strawberry-haired shinigami representative. Matsumoto smiled to herself. This was going to be such fun!