So yeah second installment is now up. I was actually supposed to finish this yesterday but since I'm a lazy lazy bum (and because I was watching House) I put it off. Well better late than never right?
Oh and I just noticed while writing this chapter that the whole time flow thing isn't very consistent but let's not worry about that.
Sorry for the typos and whatnot. I officially really dislike the English language. I mean at least have some consistent rules. Mouse-mice, ok that makes sense. Louse-lice, I think I got the hand of this! House-WTFZ!!!111??? So yeah ingles es not mi amigo.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Bleach.
Hitsugaya Toshiro, taicho of the Tenth Division woke up with a roaring headache. It was the worst hangover he had ever experienced and the fact that it was the first one he ever experienced made it so much worse.
Toshiro was well acquainted with the 'world of pain', having obtained numerous wounds from hollows and arrancars. There was even that particularly large gash that he received from the former Fifth Division Taicho. However this pain was completely different from all those (now seemingly insignificant) physical injuries. It felt like something had burrowed into his brain and was currently playing with the nerve endings. What was worse was the fact that there was no way to make it better; there was no miraculous bandage that he could slap onto his head and make the pain go away.
Toshiro groaned as he blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus.
'Was the ceiling always that...white?' he thought to himself as he closed his eyes again. The blinding...whiteness of the ceiling served to only aggravate his headache.
He groaned again as he tried to remember what the hell happened the night before. All he could remember was Matsumoto appearing in his office, several hours late for work and...that was all he could remember. He moaned, the whole thought process was too painful and he felt like shit already anyways.
'Oh right Matsumoto gave me some kind of drink...' he recollected, 'Should've realized this had something to do with her...'
He groaned again and winced. He sounded so pitiful that it was sad. He struggled to get up, as lying around wasn't going to do him any good.
'Since when was getting up so difficult...' he mused, his body feeling like lead.
Somehow he managed to sit upright, using his arms to support his weight. One of his hands sank into something unbelievably squishy.
'Eh? When was there a pillow here?' he wondered, head spinning from the sudden change in elevation.
'Why was I not sleeping on this?' he pondered, marveling at its softness while bringing one hand up to hold his head as his other hand gave an involuntary squeeze.
The 'said' pillow gave a soft moan.
Toshiro's eyebrows shot up in surprise. 'What the hell?' Even though Soul Society had some bizarre inventions, he had never once heard about a moaning pillow.
Ignoring his spinning head and the churning in his stomach, he looked down to see what exactly his hand was resting on.
...It looked like a boob. No scratch that. It was a boob.
Now a million questions were racing through his taxed mind; however one popped up as most vital.
'What the hell happened yesterday?'
His eyes traveled up from the massive chest towards the face of person still sleeping next to him. His mind was already formulating a guess on who it was, based on just the sheer size of that bust...it could only be one person...
As his eyes came to rest on wavy strawberry-blonde hair and an almost angelic face complete with a 'beauty spot' just to the right of pink full lips, his suspicions were confirmed.
'MATSUMOTO!!!!' Toshiro yelled at the top of his lungs, not caring who would hear him. He regretted it immediately as the yell sent reverberations throughout his head.
Matsumoto stirred slightly but did not wake.
Toshiro twitched visibly. This was so not how he wanted to start out his day.
'Matsumoto' he hissed, careful to keep his voice down this time. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook gently.
'Hmmm?' she yawned before finally opening her eyes. She gave a sleepy grin while mumbling a 'Good Morning taicho'
Maybe now he could finally get some answers. 'What happened yesterday?' he asked almost urgently.
'Um...you had something and it turned out to be something not...' she trailed off before turning over onto her side and going back to sleep.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook again, violently.
'Whaaat?' Matsumoto whined before finally sitting up. She rubbed her eyes, trying to get them to focus.
'I demand to know what happened yesterday,' his voice low, as he stared at her with a steely gaze.
'Um...well...' she fidgeted, feeling trapped under his unwavering gaze.
'And I swear if you make up some ridiculous story and I find out that you were lying, I will make sure that you clean the barracks and the bathrooms everyday for a whole month.' he finished stonily, obviously not kidding around.
Matsumoto giggled uneasily while pressing her index fingers together.
'Well?'
'Um ok so what happened was that I gave you a drink and then you drank it and then you got all crazy so I was like what's going on and so it was then that I checked the bottle and it turned out I gave you the wrong drink and that the drink I gave you was something I bought for myself and it might've just might've contained a little bit of alcohol...' Matsumoto rattled off before trailing off.
'Matsumoto...'
'Yes taicho?' Matsumoto asked nervously.
'You got me DRUNK?' anger was evident in Toshiro's voice as his eyes started to glow blue and his reiatsu started to spill out.
'Well I didn't really get you drunk. And it was an accident. Really.' she mumbled, truly uncomfortable now. Even though she never really showed it, she never liked it when her taicho got mad at her. It always made her feel guilty for some reason.
'Ok ok' Toshiro who somehow managed to calm down was now rubbing his temples. His head was still pounding and the rumbling in his stomach wouldn't go away.
'But that's all that happened right?' Toshiro asked, looking up.
'Erm...not quite...' Matsumoto was looking everywhere but where her taicho was.
'Matsumoto...tell me everything that happened' Toshiro's voice retaining its steely tone.
Flashback
Matsumoto Rangiku was not a dumb blonde, even though many people made her out to be one. Sure, she couldn't fill out paperwork if her life depended on it and she wasn't all that great with reading or writing. But she made up for all that with 'street smarts' and quick wits. She always knew when something was wrong and when she noticed her taicho staring absentmindedly at the ceiling, she knew something was amiss. When her taicho had started slurring, her suspicions were confirmed.
Her first of action was to rummage through the bag from which she had pulled the bottle from. She finally found what she was looking for and pulled out another bottle.
'Oh shit' she murmured. It was because of incidents like this that people joked about her trading in her brains for her huge rack.
'Erm taicho…I think I gave you the wrong drink…" she said in a sheepish voice, turning around to face her taicho.
The first thing that she noticed when she looked at Hitsugaya's face was that the normally vibrant, intense teal eyes were glazed over. The second thing she noticed was that he was wearing the biggest scowl she had ever seen.
'Where's my drink?' Toshiro growled while staring at her intently with glazed over eyes.
'You finished it all, Taicho' Matsumoto replied, stuffing the bottles back into the bag, not wishing to add fuel to the fire.
He growled again and attempted to stand up. It took him several tries but he finally managed to get on his feet. He staggered towards the door, zig-zagging back and forth.
Matsumoto noted his erratic movements but did not stop him. 'Where are you going taicho?' she quietly inquired.
'To get another drink' he slurred, somehow managing to open the door and lurched out.
'The fresh air will be good for him' she thought as she watched him "walk" off.
'Especially since he's...shit...' she silently cursed, the ditsy part of her had forgotten that Toshiro was half-drunk.
She hurried after him, knowing that he couldn't have gotten far in his inebriated state. As she exited the tenth division building she heard a commotion happening in the next division.
'Shit' she cursed again. It was probably the drinking party that the eleventh division threw every week. Her taicho most likely heard the commotion and went to check it out.
She shunpo'd there as fast as she could and as she arrived she could hear the unmistakable sounds of fighting going on.
When she finally reached the eleventh division building, she couldn't help but gape at the scene in front of her. There stood her taicho surrounded by at least a dozen unconscious bodies. She stared as one of the unseated members (obviously drunk) gave a battle cry and rushed at her taicho. She winced as this unfortunate soul went flying through the air, coming to a stop about 20 feet away.
'Oi Oi Oi' she heard the unmistakable yells of Ikkaku as he rushed onto the scene 'What's going on here eh?'
Toshiro just hiccuped and muttered something about being old enough to drink whatever he wanted to drink.
Ikkaku finally noticed the tenth division captain as the perpetrator of the beat-down. 'Heya Hitsugaya-taicho. What's going on?'
'I need a drink' Toshiro simply grunted.
Ikkaku blinked in surprise. It wasn't everyday that Hitsugaya-taicho would be complaining for a drink. In fact it had never happened before. 'Well I would invite ya in but are ya sure yer old enough to...'
Before Ikkaku could even finish his inquiry, he found himself on the ground rubbing a smarting nose.
With this turn of events Matsumoto finally snapped out of her stupor and moved to drag away her ranting taicho 'I can have whatever I want to drink. I'm no fucking kid! I could kick your ass any day of the week!'
She mumbled a quick apology to Ikkaku and half-dragged, half-carried Toshiro out of there.
'Wha' 'as tha' al' 'bout?' Ikkaku mumbled as he rubbed his, now starting to swell nose. Behind the unmistakable roar of a certain Zaraki Kenpachi could be heard 'What!? Someone challenged the Eleventh Division? Let me at him! I'll rip him into pieces!'
Several Minutes Later...
'Put me down!' Toshiro said indignantly, flailing wildly, desperate to get out of Matsumoto's grasp.
Matsumoto sighed as one of his thrashing limbs almost poked her eye out. She made a mental note to never let Toshiro drink again, he was a mean drunk.
'Fine' she finally let him go. He stumbled a little but managed to stay up-right. She sighed again, while she was glad that her taicho was more carefree she didn't expect it to be so...tiring.
'Why is it so fricking hot?' Matsumoto turned around to look at the person who was grumbling. As she turned, the white captain cloak that her taicho always wore hit her in the face. As she bent over to pick the cloak up, another article of clothing hit her head. She looked up to see her taicho completely topless. She gasped and stared appreciatively as the moonlight almost made his skin glow. Even though he was still a growing boy, he had muscles that many men could not attain in their entire lifetime. She stared admiringly as his back muscles rippled as his finely built arms moved to remove his pants...
It was at this point that Matsumoto snapped out of it and held him down. Matsumoto was not a women known for her modesty and she would've loved to continue watching her taicho stripping, hell, she would've helped him. However if news about her taicho streaking throughout Seireitei spread, her taicho's reputation would be ruined and he would be pissed off at her for not stopping him.
She continued to hold him down until she felt him cease struggling and she finally loosened her bear hug on him. As soon as she loosened her death grip, Toshiro bolted. She gaped in surprise for about ten seconds before gathering his discarded clothes and giving chase.
Several hours later...
Matsumoto sighed, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. She looked down at the prone figure in her arms. She couldn't believe that her serious, up-tight taicho could cause her so much trouble. She had just spent the last few hours chasing after her taicho as he wreaked random acts of destruction and chaos. He had frozen the lake, blew up a lab of the twelfth division, made the training grounds into an icy wonderland, set off a secret box of fireworks Renji had been hiding and even ran over several people including Kira in an attempt to escape from an blood-thirsty Zaraki.
She smiled as she looked at his sleeping face, her smile widened as her eyes wandered down to his well-built chest and stomach. Sure she could've put his clothes back on but where was the fun in that? She smiled ruefully, she kind of wished that she had let Toshiro continue stripping. At least that way she would've gotten something out of this evening.
She finally arrived at his sleeping quarters and after finding the key in his captain's cloak, opened the door. She tucked him in and was actually about to leave when she realized just how tired she was.
'My quarters are too far away' she thought 'He shouldn't get too mad since I did look after him. I was the one who got him drunk in the first place but that's a different story.'
Matsumoto confirmed that her argument was air-tight and climbed into bed next to her taicho.
'At least I hope he doesn't get too mad...' she thought as she snuggled closer to her taicho and drifted off to sleep.
Toshiro's face went through various expressions throughout the recap that Matsumoto gave. His face was flushed red when she was told him about his 'strip-tease' and he had an expression of despair as he heard about the random acts of destruction that he committed. He was gonna have to do a whole lot of explaining for this whole fiasco.
At the end of the whole Toshiro had his eyes shut and was massaging his temples 'But that was it right? Nothing else happened?' he asked hoping he had not let something slip in his drunken stupor.
Matsumoto suddenly had an evil glint in her eyes, but Toshiro did not notice this. 'Maybe I can get something out of this' she mused. Sure, he wouldn't believe it if she told him that he had said she wouldn't have to do paperwork ever again but something simpler would probably work.
'Well there was this one thing...' she started before trailing off.
'What was it?' he demanded, thinking that one more incident couldn't make things that much worse.
'You asked me out and I accepted!' she beamed at him after rattling off her answer.
Toshiro froze. He turned slowly towards her and was about to ask her to repeat what she had just said when the rumbling in his stomach intensified. Even though he had never had a hangover before, he knew this was not good.
Hitsugaya Toshiro set a record that day for the fastest shunpo with a hangover.
Fun stuff. Next chapter should be when the HitsuMatsu action actually starts, so look forward to that.
Also since I'm new to this whole fan-fiction stuff, can anyone explain to me all these acronyms and whatnot?
Also I have no idea what the clothes girls wear are called, so I actually have to do research for the next chapter so don't blame me if it seems just a bit choppy.
Anyways look forward to it. Cheers
Oh to make it clear, this fanfic does not promote drinking. Alcohol is bad for you, only drink in controlled quantities. You will not be waking up with a smoking hot blonde in your bed if you do get drunk.
