It was the second day of staying in the human world, and Hitsugaya was already hating it. First, the pink haired devil pulled out about 1/8 of his bangs. Then, he received an extremely irritated report from Yamamoto. Matsumoto had spent Tenth Division's entire budget and was demanding more. Hyorinmaru laughed at his misery, and Ichigo and Rukia took great joy in playing tonsil hockey in front of him. His poor 167 year old mind was ruined. Ruined! So young…
"Shiro-Chan! Let's play 20 questions!" Yachiru yelled. Without even waiting for Hitsugaya to respond, she launched off. The sad part was Hitsugaya knew he had to answer them, or else he had hell to pay.
"What's your favorite color?"
"White," Hitsugaya answered automatically.
"Favorite food?"
"Watermelon."
"Where do babies come from?" Yachiru asked innocently. For no apparent reason, Matsumoto had told her to ask her Taicho that question. At first, there was no response. Then, all of a sudden, Hitsugaya screamed like feral cat and ran away.
"I'll have to ask Big Booby why later," Yachiru said to herself before stepping out of her Gigai (she had requested Urahara to make her a good Gigai and Hitsugaya a bad one). Opening up a Senkai, she glanced back at the screaming form, almost feeling pity. It had been surprisingly fun annoying Hitsugaya. Even more so than annoying Baldy. Maybe, she could tell Ken-Chan to leave him alone.
Let's get back to Hitsugaya. After his fit has subsided, he searched for the pink haired devil. Not finding her anywhere, he panicked. If he lost her, Kenpachi would be sure to eat him with barbeque sauce. Maybe with a side of large, cheesy fries. Intent on staying off the dinner platter, Hitsugaya Shunpoed around, looking very much like an overgrown penguin searching for its favorite fish.
Twelve hours passed and there was still no sign of the pink haired nuisance. Damn, Hitsugaya thought, the little brat was really good at hiding its Reiastu when it wanted to. Still, it's not like he was actually looking for her. Sure, he was terrified of the brat (mostly because Kenpachi was her foster father or whatever), but at least she wasn't Matsumoto. Though it didn't necessarily mean he liked spending time with the pink haired wonder (god(s) forbid). It was more like-Yachiru takes up my time and lets me relax a little instead of some weird whacked up Lieutenant you always had to be careful not to say anything with the remotest second meaning around. Wearily, he glanced at his watch. He was tired, and he might as well give up. Damn brat. Grumbling, he shook out a chocolate (OMG!) from the bag he has somehow managed to hide in his sleeves. Making a mental note to thank Ukitake for teaching that trick to him, he popped it in his mouth and promptly fell asleep on a tree.
A/N: Who knew it would be so fun to torture Hitsugaya? Demon-Pixie got strep! Eek, who knew I'd be so contagious even after that mahy thing went bye-bye? So anyways, I got hyper off of cough drops. Don't ask how. They were raspberry flavored. Yum!
Pie: Shiro-Chan~! *glomps*
Hitsugaya: Leave me alone.
Pie: *with fake tears in her eyes* Y-you're breaking up with me?
Hitsugaya: *looks highly unsettled* We weren't even together to begin with, you lunatic!
Pie: *rubs sleeve against eyes with onion in it* B-but I-I thought we were special!
Hitsugaya: *desperate* Okay! God(s)! I'm not breaking up with you! *awkwardly pats Pie's back*
Pie: *smirks evilly and grabs Hitsugaya's hand and bends it backwards in a way hands shouldn't bend* you're so gullible.
Hitsugaya: *looks oddly at broken hand* Uh, are hands supposed to bend that way? (Pie faking it hasn't sunk in yet)
Pie: I hope not. *looks back up at typed scene* Let's substitute me for Yachiru!
Yachiru: Shiro-Chan~! *glomps*
*insert scene all over again with Yachiru 'cause The Eville Pie's too lazy to type it*
Hitsugaya: *faints*
Yachiru: Poor Snowball.
Pie: *laughing ass off* Snowboob.