AN: I Don't Own BLEACH!
Okay, Fan fiction…. Thank you for deleting the first part of my web link. If you are that interested in seeing the pictures then go to my profile.
Again, will STRESS I DON'T OWN THE PICTURES THA ARE IN MY PHOTOBUCKET!
Also, I do put up a line to separate mini-stories, but for some odd reason it doesn't show up… Thank you again fan fiction….
In the Rain
The day had almost turned into night, with how dark it had gotten. The rain storms seemed to be fallowing Hitsugaya's foul mood. This rain had started a week ago, when Hitsugaya's usually fair mood took a turn for the worst. Hinamori-fukutaichou had finally begun to date her Taichou, and that wasn't settling well with Hitsugaya-Taichou's heart.
Matsumoto sighed, she usual hated the rain. That was Gin's favorite weather occurrence. The blonde let out another sigh seeing that her Taichou had forgotten his umbrella.
Better get him that before he catches a cold.
Hitsugaya stood soaked to the bone. He glared at the cold rain that rolled down the tip of his white lock and made it's way down his nose. The mere thought of his child hood best friend be intimate with that man turned his stomach.
How could she choose him over me?
Matsumoto sighed felling the brooding Taichou's spiritual presser just around the corner. The red umbrella gave little protection from the down poor. She huffed as the air got colder near her Taichou.
"What is it?" Hitsugaya asked, not turning to look at his approaching fukutaichou.
"Don't you think this has gone on long enough?" Matsumoto asked, holding the dark blue umbrella out.
"No," he answered, refusing to take the item.
"You're acting like a baby!" Matsumoto huffed, placing her hand over Hitsugaya's lips. "Just take a chill pill and get over her. It's not like you to let something like this get to you!" she growled, taking Hitsugaya by his face. "So you got shot down. There are plenty of others that want to date you," she sighed.
"Others like you?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow up.
Don't poke me
"Your playing right?" Matsumoto squealed, poking the new Taichou of Tenth Division.
TWITCH
"I don't play," the white haired man growled.
"Some kind of joke?" the busty woman laughed, poking him again.
TWITCH
"I don't joke!" Hitsugaya snapped, gripping the Fukutaichou form in his hands.
"Awe, come on. Who put you up to this?" she asked, poking him in the face again.
TWITCH
"No one!" he growled. "Could you stop poking me?" he asked, pushing her hand away.
"Why?" Matsumoto hummed, poking him again.
TWITCH
"Because I hold your recommendation form in my hand!" Hitsugaya snapped.
POKE
"MATSUMOTO!" he growled.
Let me Help you
This wasn't just about his pride as a shinigami. Wasn't about how much pain Aizen had put the young Taichou through. This wasn't about how tough he was or how strong he had gotten these past months. This was about revenge!
Blood flowed freely from the fractured skull. Hitsugaya could barely keep his eyes open let alone his head up. He also would not quite. He vowed the day Aizen, Gin, and Tosen betrayed the Seireite that he would be the one to put an end to this. Blood flowed freely from his hands at how hard he was gripping Hyorinmaru. His small body was beginning to give out as Aizen's laugh echoed through his ears.
"You never could beat me," the man chuckled. "Still mad about Hinamori-chan?" he asked, striding towards the smaller. "Or could it be that I found your weakness in her?" Aizen smirked, pointing towards a frantic Matsumoto.
"Leave her out of this!" Hitsugaya hissed, pulling himself up. "I told Ichimaru what would happen if he ever made Hinamori bleed, but what I fail to mention was what I would do if she was in that position!" he snarled, fighting to keep his balance.
"Enlighten me on another useless threat, Hitsugaya-Taichou," Aizen mused drawing out his seated possition as Hitsugaya's body fell backwards.
"Sorry to disobey orders once again, Taichou," Matsumoto apologized steadying the young man in her arms. "I'm not letting you kill yourself," she whispered, grasping Hyorinmaru in her hands.
All will to fight slowly drained itself from Hitsugaya as his hands fell from his Zanpaktou. Matsumoto glanced down to see that her little Taichou was only standing on pure adrenalin.
"If he can't end you I will!" She screamed raising Hyorinmaru in her hands.
I Still Need your Kiss
Even though Hitsugaya swore that she was the only one his heart wanted, Matsumoto wondered if that was true. Gin had left apart of her wary of trust. She trusted Hitsugaya-Taichou with everything but her whole heart. Was it because Gin left her so many times abandoned and left for dead? Her heart ached to be healed, but was there really anything that Hitsugaya could do?
"Ran-Matsumoto?" Hitsugaya asked, coming into the darkened office.
The blonde flinched at the usage of part of her first name. She turned her blue eyes on her Taichou as he walked in. The moonlight flooded in the open office door as Hitsugaya made his way across the room.
"Yes?" she finally asked, turning her eyes away from his.
The young prodigy leaned over his fukutaichou placing a small kiss on her lips. It was short, but the meaning was still there.
Love Me…
Dark Kiss
The shades to the human office were drawn shut. Hitsugaya's body was resting up against the back wall of the office. A seductive smile played across Matsumoto's lips as she loosened the black tie around Hitsugaya's neck.
"Did you lock the door?" Hitsugaya whispered, glancing towards the door.
"Of course I did," the strawberry blonde answered, undoing the top buttons of his white shirt.
The impatient fukutaichou leaned forward pressing her sultry lips to his. Just as Hitsugaya began to deepen the kiss, light flooded in from opposite of the two lovers. He peaked his eyes open to see Kurosaki Ichigo standing there gaping at the two. Hitsugaya sent an icy glare towards the young substitute shinigami as he continued to kiss the oblivious Matsumoto. Ichigo slowly nodded as he shut the door behind him.
"Why did you stop from going in, baka?" Rukia asked, trying to peer over Ichigo.
"Let's just say that Toshiro is busy with something." Ichigo answered, backing away from the door.
Kiss your Tears Away
Sake wasn't enough to drown out the misery that Matsumoto was feeling. There wasn't enough sake to drink that could bring that once haunting smile back to her lips. Gin had done it again, he drew her in like a moth to a flame. Then he broke her down telling her sweat lies she knew weren't true. Gin brought her to the edge and pushed her over the again. How many times had he done this to her, leaving her with his back turned as that man walked away?
"Matsumoto?" Hitsugaya softly spoke, watching the frail woman flinch at her own name.
It didn't take the boy genius long to know what was the cause of her pain. It had only been a few days since Gin showed what side he truly was on. Hitsugaya could only imaged what that Kitsune had said to her, before he disappeared. The small Taichou clenched and unclenched his hands several times before he settled down next to his broken fukutaichou.
"I'm sorry," was all he could manage as he rested his small hands on hers.
Hitsugaya's heart clenched seeing his always happy fukutaichou in this much pain. He took in a deep breath and exiled as he began to kiss her wet tears away. To his surprise Matsumoto relaxed allowing this small act of kindness to be displayed.
"I'll kill him for making you cry," Hitsugaya whispered, holding Matsumoto close to his body.
He looks like a Bunny
She shouldn't have been laughing really a toothache was not something to laugh about, but the way the cloth was tied around her small Taichou's head made him look like Chappy. Matsumoto took in another deep breath as her Taichou sent her more death glares from over the stack of paperwork. This time her laughter could be heard outside of the office walls. Curious eyes began to appear in the windows and doorways of Juban office.
"Don't you have something better to be doing?" Hitsugaya growled.
"I….Can't…" Matsumoto laughed, clasping her hand around her knee. "You just look so damn cute!" she squealed, throwing herself into another fit of laughter.
"Cute, yuna!" he sapped, slamming his fists down on the desk.
This gesture caused another fit of laughter to escape his fukutaichou. The ink brush in Hitsugaya's hands snapped as her turned all his anger towards Matsumoto.
"I demand you tell me what is so funny!" he yelled.
"My my Shiro-chan, temper. Temper," Gin's drawn voice echoed into the room.
"Gin! Doesn't he look like a bunny!" Matsumoto laughed as the ever present grin widen on Gin's face.
"I's about at say Chappy," the silver haired man smirked, patting Hitsugaya on the head.
"BOTH OF YOU OUT!" he snapped as the two troublemakers rushed out the office doors.
Dance
He was serious about this. Matsumoto stood in Hitsugaya's doorway watching the young Taichou. His eyes were closed which was good for him not to be seen this way. Soft classical music was playing on his CD player. Matsumoto was present for when Hinamori picked on the young Taichou. Thus, the result right now. Hitsugaya dancing alone to the music. The busty woman slipped her sandals off, joining her Taichou in mid step.
"M-Matsumoto?" he stammered, now holding her full weight in one arm.
"It's better to dance with a partner, Taichou~!" she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Move your hand down my back and on my hip," she explained, and he obeyed,
"Like this?" Hitsugaya asked, unsure.
"Balance my weight by moving your other arm out and behind you, Like that!" the strawberry blonde said, smiling her famous smile. "Now, let's try this again," she smirked standing up.
Boy genius fit Hitsugaya, because it didn't take long for him to do the steeps that Matsumoto was drilling in his head with here as his dance partner. He also would never admit to anyone that yeah this was kind of funny, and that she was an amazing dancer.
What is she Reading
The quiet in the office was unnerving. Hitsugaya glanced up over one of the mountains of paperwork. Sitting on the couch was Matsumoto reading. His eyebrow perked up as he continued to watch his fukutaichou. A smile played on her lips as she turned the page. Curiosity was getting the better of the young Juban Taichou as he slipped off his work chair. Hitsugaya crept over towards the couch, slipping around the back. He peered over Matsumoto's shoulders, but couldn't make since of it.
Who the hell was Vivian and why did she wake up with a coppery taste in her mouth?
Matsumoto flipped her hair over her shoulder, blocking her Taichou's attempts at reading further. Hitsugaya glared at the strawberry blonde locks and made his way around the couch. The white haired man perched himself on the arm of the couch, glaring at the woman before him. Matsumoto gasped, biting her lips as she continued on reading. Hitsugaya couldn't take it any longer. He launched himself across the couch and onto Matsumoto's lap. The sudden movement sent her into a scream.
"What are you doing?" she screamed as Hitsugaya grasped the book in his hands.
"I want to know what is so damn interesting about this book that you can't do your own paperwork," Hitsugaya answered, snatching the book away.
Snowfall
It was the first snow of the winter season, and Hitsugaya stood out in the winter blanket. It snowed on that day he buried his good friend.
"I'm sorry Kusaka-kun," Hitsugaya sighed placing flowers at the grave.
The young Taichou, clasped his hands together parrying for his lost friend. Matsumoto stood out in the cold with her Taichou, unmoving as the cold snow gathered around the two. It was quiet there, she shuddered at the cold wind that began to stir. Matsumoto would endure the cold as long as Hitsugaya wanted to stay. This is the only time that she wouldn't complain about the cold. The snow began to come down in buckets and she knew if Hitsugaya had it his way he would freeze to death in honor for his friend, but wasn't about to let him go down that way. Matsumoto wouldn't speak unless he need to. Instead she placed the umbrella over his small form, protecting him from the elements.
"Thank you," Hitsugaya thanked turning towards his partner.
"Your welcome," she obliged, bowing her head slightly.