AN: these chapters are really short =A= so short that i can update twice, or maybe three times a day :D so anyway, nasako pieces together her 'game' as toshiro tries to talk to her again.
Day Two
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Toshiro slept easy that night. Sort of. He stayed up for an hour trying to think up a way to get Nasako out of her room and talk to her. Or at least slap her in the face. But mostly talk to her. His first plan was to wake up early and stand at her bedroom door, before breakfast, and when she left her room he would grab her by the wrist and apologize. That was plan A. Plan B was busting the door down, scratch that, he would stick his zanpakuto in between the crack and break the lock. Then he would enter and apologize. If that hadn't worked, Plan C was breaking down the door. Plan D was getting help. And Plan E was sitting in his office, sulking about the work to come.
"Damn it to Hell." Toshiro muttered as morning finally came. He was mad. He was tired. He was sleepy. And he was mad. Very, very, very, oh so very mad. He threw the covers off him, changing out of his night yukata and into his shihakusho, slipping his arms into his taicho's haori and adjusted the sash that held his zanpakuto to his liking. Toshiro rubbed his eyes once more, his hands wet from the cold water he had just dipped them in. His body stiffened slightly when he heard his office doors open, and peaking from the safety of his room, Toshiro saw that it was one of the unseated officers, bringing in yet another pile of paperwork. Growling, Toshiro prayed to the last deity he hadn't mentioned that Nasako would talk to him.
"Matazashi. When I'm through with you..." He muttered as he shot a glare at the unseated officer that took in the last pile, watching him run in terror. Hands at his side, Toshiro walked swiftly and quietly in the morning light, down the hall and to the large door where Nasako was probably still sleep. Toshiro narrowed his eyes, sitting against the wall that faced the door. Legs and arms crossed, he waited.
Toshiro was passed by many seated and unseated officers, who just stared. And when one had mustered enough courage to ask what he was doing and what he was waiting for, he hissed at them, eyes narrowed accusingly. They squeaked nervously and ran away from him, Toshiro turning his attention back to the large doors. He heard footsteps come from the end of the hall, and not taking his eyes off of the door, Nasako walked past him. Toshiro looked for a brief moment, making short eye contact with her before turning his attention back to the door. Eyes widening, Toshiro jumped from his seat running after Nasako.
"Oi! Matazashi! Matte! Matte!" He called after her as Nasako disappeared. Toshiro blinked back confusion, hearing light footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Nasako walking away from him, hands folded behind her. Toshiro stomped on the ground, clenching his fist and gritted his teeth. Plan B and C were out of line since she was out of her room. Toshiro ran after his fukutaicho, grabbing her by the shoulders and pinned her against the walls. She turned her head away from him, directing her eyes to the floor. Toshiro was furious now. He narrowed his eyes, Nasako's lips curling down. He felt her wince under the hard pressure he put on her shoulders, finally speaking.
"Matazashi." He began through his gritted teeth, caught off guard by what she said. "If you're trying to scare me, Taicho, it's not going to work," She began as Toshiro gaped at the girl. She shook her shoulders, his grip loosening as Nasako looked past him, squinting. "Is... is that another pile of paper work I see?" She asked as Toshiro turned around, ready to scream at the person who brought it in. To his outraged surprise, nobody entered. And when he turned to face Nasako once more, she had already disappeared.
"Damn it to Hell." He said once more.
Nasako slept easy, thinking in her sleepy subconscious a 'game' she would play. Nearly asleep, Nasako had been chewing on a piece of candy. She had decided that it would involve candy, since the fukutaicho enjoyed candy. It would also include retrieving the candy. It slowly melted on her tongue, as she thought some more. She fell asleep in a matter of minutes, her teeth feeling gritty. Early that morning, Nasako ran her fingers through her tangled hair. She changed out of her night yukata and dressed in her customized uniform, adjusting the badge that hung from her thigh. She splashed water in her face, in hopes of flushing out the sleep that still cringed in her eyes.
Matazashi Nasako wasn't stupid. She knew -in one way or the other- that her taicho would catch her early in the morning. After quick deciding, Nasako unwrapped a piece of candy and chewed softly on it as she left her bedroom, walking the empty halls in the dim dawn lights. She finished her plain breakfast reading another manga she had picked up from the human world on her last trip there. Reading the odd Japanese printed in the small bubbles, Nasako picked up her empty tray with one hand and and continued reading as she dropped it into a large bin that was taken to the back. She tucked the manga into her kosode as she furrowed her white eyebrows, seeing her Taicho on the floor waiting. She walked past him, turning her head over her shoulder slightly, making hardly any eye contact with him before walking on. She heard his haori shift before sighing mentally.
"Oi! Matazashi! Matte! Matte!" She heard him command. Nasako turned gently on her heel, disappearing and reappearing behind him, walking away as the process was finished. Nasako heard him stomp on the ground, causing her to laugh on the inside. 'Taicho's a funny person. Funny and interesting.' She thought to herself when she was grabbed by the shoulders and pushed against the wall. Nasako looked down at the ground, cringing at his tight grip. Her lips that were set straight curled viciously down as her eyes diverted his.
"Matazashi." She listened to him begin. What was he trying to do? Scare her? Nasako wasn't scared quite easily. Thunder storms and needles scared her. Common things they were. But a small little white-haired taicho didn't faze her at all. Not even a little. "If you're trying to scare me, Taicho, it's not going to work." She watched from her eye lashes as his mouth dropped, shaking her shoulders, stiffening at the sudden breeze. Devising a plan, Nasako looked at him, squinting gently before saying, "Is... is that another pile of paper work I see?" Nasako murmured, seeing his crystal for eyes heat up with an intense, passionate hate for the unlucky person.
When he turned around, Nasako took it to her advantage to walk away and into her bedroom. Before closing the door, she heard the words escape his lips.
"Damn it to Hell."
AN: this chapter is the longest so far xD and this has to be one shitty fic 'cause not that many people are reading it D; aw well, i like this because it's dry and humorous.
