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Small drabble, something calm and a tad fluffy to even out the future angst and Bleached Past.
Time:Around the summer of Robin's first year in the Seireitei
It was a blistering summer day in the Soul Society, the sun beat down upon the Seireitei with it's unforgiving gaze. It was probably the hottest day of the year. The streets would surely burst into flame as Shinigami screamed and ran for their lives; Someone was sure to die this day.
Or at least, that's what Hitsugaya told himself as he made a B-line for the shelter of the 10th Division. Damn Kurotsuchi for making him drop off those reports instead of some poor unseated Shinigami.
In reality, it was in fact very hot. Unusually so, and while death and flaming streets where very unlikely, heat strokes were a very real possibility. The Seireitei seemed to have slowed to a snails pace in the wake of of the overwhelming heat, and the captain watched with disdain as some Shinigami simply gave up and laid themselves in the street, surrendering to the blaze.
He sighed in relief as the barracks came into hazy view down the road and sped up, trying his hardest not to sweat like an undignified whelp.
Captains don't sweat.
They just don't.
The liquid beading his forehead was obviously regular, not-salty water to keep himself cool.
As he finally crossed the threshold, it became increasingly obvious that nothing was going to get done today, both from him and his division. Even the thought of approaching his paperwork brought on a headache. He could see men from the 10th scattered around, seeming all but dead to the world. The ice-user resisted the urge to drop to the ground and whine about the heat.
He wished they had a pool. He wished it was winter.
The only option to escape the heat was probably to find some dark, secluded room and hide there forever, because Hitsugaya really despised the heat.
When the captain finally managed to find that room, it was already occupied. Bottles (mostly Sake) littered the floor, along with a worrying amount of clothes. Actually, the scene could be mistaken for a massive orgy if it weren't for the fact that everyone was asleep and had at least one article of clothing on.
Most of these people weren't even in his division!
No, scratch that, only one of these people were in his division.
Renji and Ikkaku were knocked out on opposite sides of the low, square table which supported their lower halves and occasionally tried to kick each other in the face. Kira and Hisagi were near one of the open shoji, practically on top of each other in their drunken stupor with Kira's foot resting on top of Renji's chest. Yumichika sat against the wall, closest to his incurably bald friend. The last three were nearest to one of the medium sized battery-powered fans that littered the room-where the hell did they get fans from?
Rangiku was passed out, spread-eagle on the ground with a half empty sake bottle still in hand. The other lay over Robin who was using her stomach as a pillow, as was Rukia who curled up on the womans other side.
He noticed that the heat had forced even Robin to shed the top of his academy shihakusho, revealing the tight black sleeveless shirt underneath. Hitsugaya groaned when Kira's foot accidentally connected with Renji's face, causing the man to kick viciously in his sleep and hit Ikkaku, who murmured swears and started to jab back.
"This is my life." He monotoned, "Where did I go wrong." Though the room did seem much cooler than anywhere else, and there was a very inviting (not that he would ever admit it out loud) space next to his small friend and lieutenant...He yawned as the wind chimes sang. Yes indeed, it looked very comfortable right about now.
Bad Toshiro! No! Bad captain! He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face, contemplating the pros and cons of sitting down while his body made its want for rest known.
Pros: Relaxation, no paper work, sleep, somewhat escaping the heat.
Cons: Undone paper work, the amount of shit he would definitely receive from the rooms occupants when they awoke, giving in to the heat and showing weakness...
"Ya gonna join us Captain?" He startled at the soft murmur, followed by a yawn. His lieutenant smiled up at him lazily, patting her chest "Plen'y a room..." She yawned again. When he simply scowled at her she continued. "C'mon! This is sleepin' weather. No one'll blame ya for...*Yawn*...takin' a break." Toshiro couldn't quite keep his own yawn down after hers.
Damn loud, contagious, deep breath-sigh things. He let out a breath and stepped further into the room, closing the door after. Maybe a small nap wouldn't hurt, it's not like the rest of the Gotei 13 was actually doing work either.
"Y'know Cap'n, you can take off your-"
"No." Stripping was where he drew the line. The captain released Hyorinmaru from his back and slid down the wall, noting dimly that one of the fans was labeled '11th Division' as he turned it towards himself. Well it wasn't theirs anymore, suckers.
"Aw, not gonna join the puppy pile?" Rangiku whined, patting the spot he had eyed previously.
"You're lucky I'm even here. Don't push it." He replied, nudging her head with his foot. The man had too much pride to get any closer. A small chuckle accompanied the movement and he looked over to Robin, who gazed at the captain with one half-open eye before giving a lazy wave and going back to sleep, hands clasped over his stomach. Toshiro gave his own small huff of amusement, before he too, closed his eyes.
The sound of wind chimes and nature filled the air, along with small murmurs from the rooms sleeping occupants. It was surprisingly peaceful.
It was better than paperwork, anyway.