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A couple days passed, and during that time, Tamara and Hitsugaya hadn't said a word to each other. Everyone noted this as unusual, which it was indeed. As Tamara stood in the hall, after those two days had past, Kuchiki Byakuya walked by, and Tamara smiled and greeted him as he passed her.
"Hey, Bastard!" All the shinigami around her all thought: how can she call Kuchiki-taichou a bastard, and get away with it?! Byakuya, however, barely acknowledged it before walking away. Coming from the other direction towards Tamara was none other than Hitsugaya. Tamara smiled, and at Hitsugaya:
"Oi! Stalker-chan!" More importantly, why does she call Hitsugaya-taichou 'Stalker-chan'?! The shinigami thought in unison again.
"What do you want now, Kanamari?"
"I just wanted to say hello! Is that so bad?"
"Yes."
"Ha ha ha!"
"I'm not joking."
"I know. You probably couldn't make a joke even if your life depended on it!"
"Nani?"
"It's true!" The two were walking down the hall while having that entire conversation, and soon they were out of sight. The two ended up at that particular sakura tree they had been on the first day they really spent together. Tamara looked up, and let out a longing sigh.
"Why are you sighing?" Hitsugaya asked. Tamara glanced over her shoulder, and then stared back up the tree.
"Oh, it's nothing," she replied, but Hitsugaya had a feeling that she was lying. Awkward silence fell.
"You know, Stalker-chan, I feel at home here. More so than I have ever felt back in the living world."
"So?"
"So~, I want to thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"To thank you for giving me a real home."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Well, it's not only you."
"Okay, that makes me feel better." Tamara laughed. Elsewhere, both Renji and Matsumoto both looked at each other, and then at Hitsugaya and Tamara. Later that evening, after the daily training session, Renji confronted Tamara about the scene from a couple days ago.
"So, Tamara, I've heard that Hitsugaya-taichou hugged you? ' Renji said very casually. Tamara froze in place. Then she was suddenly in Renji's face with a possessed look on hers.
"I was...upset....and he...comforted me. If you tell anyone about it, I'll make sure NO ONE will be ever to look at you the same way again! Understand, Tattoo-kun?" Tamara threatened, her voice deeper than usual, and much more dangerous.
"H-hai!" Renji was so scared by Tamara and her threat that he couldn't get angry at the nickname she had just given him. Tamara let go of Renji, and then walked inside. As she was walking down the hall, a single piece of paper fluttered onto the floor. Tamara bent over picked it up, and stood up. She looked at it, not reading it at all, folded it up, and then stuck it in her shihakusho. Tamara continued walking. She knocked on Hitsugaya's door, but there was no reply. She opened the door, but no one was there. She stepped into Hitsugaya's office, removed the piece of paper from her shihakusho, and set it on his desk. She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Later, Hitsugaya walked into his office, and noticed the folded paper on his desk. He went over to it, and picked it up. He unfolded it, and scanned through it. Then he read it a second time, only slower. Hitsugaya cursed under his breath, and hid the paper, wanting no one else to read it, especially Tamara. The thing was, who was it that put it on his desk? Did they read it? Throughout the day, Hitsugaya asked many people if they put something on his desk. Everyone said no or just shook his head.
"Matsumoto, did you put something on my desk?"
"No. Why?" Matsumoto asked.
"It's nothing." Tamara overheard, and turned around.
"Oh, are you talking about the folded piece of paper? I put it there," Tamara told them, sounding as if it should have been obvious. Hitsugaya looked at her with wide eyes. Tamara was the last person Hitsugaya would have thought of to put that paper on his desk.
"Did you read it?"
"No."
"Good."
"Why?"
"It's nothing."
"Okay."
"....Wow. I think that this is the first conversation you two have had that didn't end up in an argument!"
"What's that supposed to mean, Matsumoto?"
"Exactly what id sounds like, Hitsugaya-taichou."
"Matsumoto..."
"Hey, calm down, Stalker-chan!"
"Hmph. Why should I?"
"C'mon! Don't be rude to Matsumoto-san!"
"Whatever," and Hitsugaya walked away. Tamara stood there with her arms folded in front of her chest.
"Honestly, he doesn't give you enough respect. Right, Matsumoto-san?" When Tamara turned to face Matsumoto, she realized that Matsumoto wasn't there.
"Huh? Where did she go?"
Matsumoto had walked after her captain, and she continued to follow him in silence until she was far enough away. She walked in front of Hitsugaya, forcing him to stop walking. Hitsugaya glared at Matsumoto, while Matsumoto stared back into those glaring green eyes.
"What do you want?" Hitsugaya asked.
"Do you still hate Tamara-chan?" Matsumoto answered bluntly.
"Nani?"
"Do you still hate her?" Matsumoto repeated slowly.
"Iie."
"Then you like her?"
"I didn't say that. I don't hate her, but I don't like her." Then Hitsugaya walked off. Matsumoto thought of Hitsugaya's response, and then a plan began to formulate in her mind. While all of that was going on, Renji had cornered Tamara.
"Oi! Tamara! I gotta ask you something."
"Okay..." Tamara said slowly.
"Do you hate Hitsugaya-taichou?" Tamara didn't answer right away due to surprise of Renji's bluntness.
"I don't anymore, but I don't like him if that's what you're getting at."
"Okay. Later," Renji said, and then disappeared. Tamara had a feeling that something, if not something very suspicious, was going on.
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In the living world, a month and a half had rolled by since Tamara "fell into a coma". For the few who had some idea what was going on, it would be since she was kidnapped to Soul Society, and they were concerned. Concerned for both Tamara and the residing shinigami, Tamara for obvious reasons, and then shinigami for bringing upon themselves Tamara's wrath. School passed slowly like it had for the past month and a half. After school, Ichigo and Rukia brought this subject up that had been left alone for weeks.
"So what do you think they're doing to Tamara over there?" Ichigo asked. Rukia stood there with her eyebrows furrowed, thinking hard.
"I don't know. She most likely is in a holding cell, if they haven't decided to kill her for whatever reason."
"Are you implying that she could be dead?" Uryu asked, walking into the conversation.
"We don't know for sure, and we also don't know why they took her in the first place," Rukia answered.
"Well, if she's still alive, possibly awaiting death, it doesn't really matter. She's a really good, old friend of mind, and I'm not going to let her die!" Ichigo declared, fierce determination burning in his brown eyes like a fire.
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