Title: Letters
Summary: It just so happened, that Hitsugaya ran into letters with nameless senders clearly written for Hinamori. Out of curiosity he'd open it up, read it, and rip them apart.
A/N: I haven't done any update lately… x . X For the readers out there if wouldn't update anytime this week this is my Christmas gift for you guys hope you like it.
Spoilers: Nothing major I could think of. If you're familiar with this pairing then all you'll find here are common facts.
Disclaimer: Look if I owned this I wouldn't be here writing this, this would actually happen in the series! But sadly I don't own so you don't sue okay?
Every Shinigami holds a certain pride for whatever division they work for. All thirteen divisions of Soul Society have distinct characteristics due to their "Captain's Influence."
Squad 11 takes pride in having Zaraki Kenpachi also known as "War Freak of the Century" as their captain, which is very much why most of the people there take after him. Squad 4 under Unohana Retsu despite being taunted as the "weakest division" should not be underestimated. After all without them where would the wounded and the dying be?
Squad 1 is very much like the strict Yamamoto, Squad 12 feels like guinea pigs in the palm of Mayuri's hands, Soi Fong's Squad 2 are Soul Society's neighborhood friendly ninja's, Squad 9's Kyoraku and Squad 13's Ukitake are a very cunning pair and to stay under Kuchiki Byakuya's Squad 6 you'd better stay on his good side. Squad 9 is lucky that they aren't required by Komomura to wear buckets on their head. Squad's 3, 5 & 7 would wish to remain out of it.
Shinigami's at Squad 10 under Hitsugaya Toushiro are proud to be under him. To have a child prodigy like him for a captain is an honor for them. Adding to his cold and serious attitude he even owns the strongest ice soul slayer, Hyourinmaru. For this he is feared and respected and the tenth division looks up at him.
And lately they've been doing it literally as well.
One can't help but stare in awe as Hitsugaya passes by the corridors of the tenth division. His age comes with his height as he was always teased by those taller than him. Now all they could do was gape at the sudden growth spurt. They always wondered about what he did to gain inches. Compared to Ichigo, Ichigo's just a head taller.
A group of Shinigamis agreed that it was vitamins. Others cancelled that knowing that they're captain is rather stubborn at times. Maybe all the training pays off after all. Then again it must be a special and rather intense training. Whatever it is they want to try it too!
And so the so called group of Shinigamis-who-want-to-grow-tall-too would meet early just a few meters from their Captain's quarters. They formed teams to take turns on who will follow their captain early in the morning. There were exactly ten teams and team 10 who has only six members are designated to follow him today.
They knew about their captain's morning routine so all they have to do is to follow him and watch him do it.
The moment Hitsugaya opened the door he knew he was being watched.
Not this again.
Silently sighing he made his way down the hallway. He felt rather warm despite the fact that he was walking around at 4 o'clock in the morning. His eyes would glance from one side to another like a guard on duty. It won't hurt to make sure now wouldn't it?
Too bad he couldn't do the same to the stalkers following him from behind.
Slowly he hastened his pace as he took went right, left, left and right. He always lost them that way. He stopped in his tracks and felt that he hasn't lost them yet. He smirked, Looks like they're getting better.
As his left foot stepped forward it started again. His pace becomes even faster as he moves forward. With every pace he quickly thought of a route that would lose them easily. He switched the path from the roof, to the hallway, and to the open grounds. Surprisingly they haven't lost track of him yet and they haven't reveal themselves. Hitsugaya grinned, he was actually enjoying this but he doesn't want to play any longer.
Still running around the roof he quickly landed down the nearest hallway. As he scanned the hallway with his eyes he quickly found the easiest way to lose the group that was following him.
"Don't tell me we lost him!"
"No we didn't I saw him head this way come on!!"
They silently ran through the hallway hoping no one would wake up with all the noise they were making. One of the members stopped in his tracks.
"Hey is anyone of you familiar with this place?"
"Now that you mentioned it... No. Wait a minute what's that smell??"
"Of course you wouldn't!" Team 10's hair rose up in surprise. They know that voice! And that smell is definitely the unmistakable scent of sake!! And if they're hunch is correct... This is the hallway to her room... And... Her room is just inches behind them so that would mean... They slowly turned around to the direction of the voice.
Yup. No doubt about it.
"MATSUMOTO FUKU-TAICHOU!!!"
Her hair was in a mess and by the looks of her she's not feeling good at all, she was obviously groggy. Rather annoyed she raised her eyebrow, "What the hell are you doing early in the morning?!" Her breath still had some scent of sake.
Everyone in the tenth division knows that Matsumoto was never a morning person. She's not a very happy camper most especially if she wakes up with a rather heavy hangover. Considering the fact that she's a rather heavy drinker her hangovers felt like you've been run over by a truck with stampeding elephants. And that was really heavy…
A really heavy hangover.
"F-Forgive us Matsumoto fuku-taichou!!"
"W-we didn't mean to disturb you we were just following—"
"Following taichou again right?"
"..."
Matsumoto angrily shook an angry fist in their direction. DAMN IT!! So he really did plan it!!
"TAICHOU!!!!"
He stopped in his tracks as he heard the angry scream of his vice captain. Content that his plan worked he started walking to his real destination with a smug smirk on his face. He jumped from one roof to another like a thief of midnight who is very anxious to steal. His eyes concealed a different glow as he saw the fifth division coming into view.
He took a quick glance around the area before he started walking down the hallway again. No one was up doing early morning patrol and he was thankful for that. He hates witnesses. He defines witnesses as blabber mouths who tend to twist a single word or event so that the whole Soul Society would have a nice feast of rumors that would last a month.
Crazy Fan girls…
He strides along the clean, smooth hallway when a certain square box made his brows twitch.
The Mailbox.
A stuffy red box sitting innocently waiting for all its contents to flood out.
It looks like it's stuffed up and full again.
Lately Hitsugaya has been showing obvious distaste for letters, most especially the handwritten ones. The hell butterflies are a lot more conventional so why do people strive to write their message down. Besides hell butterflies are a heck lot convenient since they are for the recipient only and not any one else.
Letters are a pain. There's a bigger risk to put yourself to shame when the letter you wrote is found, read and spread out. With a quick flick of his hand the mailbox tipped open and the contents were caught by Hitsugaya's free hand.
More annoying mail.
He started opening the first mail and his eyes lazily scanned the letter.
Hinamori fuku-taichou,
Words cannot explain the relief I feel now that you are conscious. I've been hoping and praying for this day to come. With this if you are available please meet me tonight 8:00, at the open grounds of our beloved 5th division.
A loyal subordinate...
His brows threaten to vanish, I'll be more than glad to meet you and give you a taste of unconsciousness. He folded it and ripped it apart leaving the shredded pieces to fall down on the floor.
Next was a velvet colored envelope. The stationary inside it had a lighter shade compared to the envelope. He unfolded it and started reading.
Hinamori-sama,
Your innocence is like a new born child
Your hazel eyes hold a melting gaze
Your lips speaks words the echoes in my ears
You're the most beautiful Shinigami of all Soul Society
Your wish is my command princess; my only wish it that you'll be mine.
The prince….
Hitsugaya winced at the pen name he used and scowled. The only wish you'll be having is a huge death wish. He quickly shred the letter into pieces and moved to the next letter. It looked really simple with nothing special on just Hinamori's name scribbled on the envelope.
Hinamori,
He arched a brow at the rather "informal" name calling.
I don't see what is so good about that puny, bossy, punk of a captain at the 10th division! I don't see what kind of special connection you have with him and if you ask me it's not healthy. Besides I'm available! I'm definitely taller than him, stronger than him and I'm very much approachable just ask me. You could always come to me if you want to reconsider.
Mitsuhiro Agito of the 5th division.
The letter made Hitsugaya pop a vein. He didn't hesitate to unsheathe Hyorinmaru and sliced and diced the letter to shreds. He made a mental note of the name and vowed to give him a piece of his mind.
He stopped when he heard faint giggles from behind him.
"I was wondering who was sending shredded letters in the mail."
He didn't look back and he just shrugged at her comment and continued to read the rest of the mail. He felt her breath against his ear and he knew he that she was just behind him, tiptoed as she tried to read the mail with him as well. He smirked at her attempts and raised the letter up to his eye level.
She groaned, "Mou Shiro-chan!!"
He turned around and faced a rather annoyed Hinamori. Her hair was tied into a loss ponytail resting on her shoulder. Still dressed in her white sleeping robes she puffed her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her.
"Have you read all of them already?"
"I'm almost done actually."
She frowned, "Why are you reading my mail?"
He ignored her and continued reading the rest of the mail and simultaneously rips them apart. Hinamori sighed and watched his cold jade eyes scan the letters. She tried to trace what gave him a huge distaste with letters. Then it came to her like bubbles and it made her laugh.
Hitsugaya glanced at her, "What's so funny?"
She smiled in reply, "I think you're paranoid Shiro-chan!"
"Hn."
He didn't like to be called paranoid. He preferred the term "over-protective" instead. He never wants to put his guard down ever again. Who would have thought that a simple letter would turn to black mail material? He would NEVER go through that again. And so he made his own precautionary measures instead. The next bastard to plot another black mail like that will never see Soul Society again.
"You know…"
"Hmm?"
"I keep the torn pieces of the letters and put them back together."
Hinamori noticed the change in his voice, "Why?"
"So I could read them."
"Then I'll freeze them with Hyourinmaru and shatter them to nothing but ice shards."
Hinamori didn't know whether she would get mad or laugh. Either way she did both.
"There's nothing to be read anyway," Hitsugaya muttered as tore some more letters, "It's just crazy love letters."
"Then maybe I should go through your mailbox too!" She chirped teasingly.
He looked at her momentarily then looked down at the letter he was reading, "I don't have one."
"You're lying!"
"I clean out all my mail before I clean yours." She laughed and walked towards him, linked her arm with his and stood beside him as she rested her head on his shoulders. "You know this height advantage of yours is rather annoying."
He smirked as he eyed her height, "Now you know how it feels."
"I liked it better when you were smaller." She said as she tip toed and peered on the letter he was currently reading but before she could even decipher the words he already ripped them apart. She playfully punched him in the shoulder and sighed.
"Thank you for cleaning out my mailbox Shiro-chan, I'll see you later or tomorrow morning I again." She tip toed again and kissed him in the cheek. He blushed slightly and turned away before she had a chance to look at him. With that he nodded and quickly disappeared.
Hinamori knelt down and started picking up the clutter on the floor. After she picked up every single piece of paper she stood up walked towards her room when she noticed that there was one more letter left in the mailbox. Curious she dumped the shredded pieces in the mailbox and took out the remaining letter.
She opened the envelope and instantly recognized the distinct handwriting. She blushed and later on giggled in amusement.
Bed-wetter Momo,
I know size is daunting but…
I love you….
Shiro-chan
Nihahaha!!! Happy Feet anyone? Anyway for those who aren't familiar with Shiro-chan's letter it came from the movie Happy Feet. I loved that movie!!! Anyway R&R okay? And I apologize for the corny letters. Hope you enjoy it anyway
MeRrY ChRiStMaS aNd HaPpY nEw YeAr!!!! . Mwah!!
