AN: I don't own BLEACH!
I do own Ashiro and Akane!
So, I closed the poll. Looks like it was a tie. I decide to keep this one T and I will do a M version separate from this. It will be Name "Unwritten Uncut". Sorry about that for the ones who wanted it M, but you will get your Smut soon enough. Trust me I have plans. Only thing is I can't upload the pictures due to how uncut they really are. Photobucket would erase my account.
Sorry it has taken a long time to update. I haven't had much time to myself thanks to my very own Hitsugaya-Taichou. The next chapter will be the last for this series. Then I will start on the M rated chapters. There will be some mention of rape in one of the short stories so bare with me.
Her Blood
The sword pierced through her back. She could feel the cold steal drag along her insides till it pierced her heart. Matsumoto's eyes widen as the pain spread through her body. She looked down seeing the point of the blade through her chest.
"RANGIKU!" Hitsugaya screamed, clawing his way to his feet.
Matsumoto's breath became jagged, she looked over her shoulder to see Aizen smirking at her.
"Now you can join Gin," he laughed.
"Go to hell!" she managed to spit out.
Matsumoto's blue eyes began to become blurry as her body shut down. She reached out only to feel herself falling backwards. Arms wrapped around her form as she inhaled him. Hitsugaya had caught her once again. He slowly lowered her to the ground, keeping her in his arms the whole way down. Hitsugaya's hands were covered in her blood, and the fourth was no where near this battle.
"You'll be okay, I pro-" he began, tears already sliding down his cheeks.
"This is a promise you can't keep," Matsumoto sighed, taking her fingers away from the younger Taichou's lips.
"Please don't say things like that," he whispered, his voice cracking from his tears.
"We'll met again," Matsumoto sighed closing her eyes.
"Matsumoto?" Hitsugaya called, feeling what life force she had left leave her body. "MATSUMOTO!" he screamed holding her close to his chest.
Someone to Trust
"You hear a voice don't you?" Matsumoto asked, her hand hovering over Hitsugaya's chest.
The smaller boy looked terrified, her heart couldn't take the pain in his blue/green eyes. The busty strawberry blonde wrapped her arms around his small frame. An icy reiatsu poured out of his small from, causing her to shiver in his arms. Though it was tempting to pull away she didn't knowing very well that this was all he need in life. A friendly gesture towards him. She closed her blue orbs, in taking his scent.
"Thank you," he thanked, wrapping his arms around her neck.
Her heart could have broken just by the fear in his voice. She held him tighter, careful not to scare him. A tug could be felt from the smaller boy. She opened her eyes to see long teal hair incase her form. Matsumoto eyes widen as she looked up into grey eyes. There was a blue x across the front of the man's face. The man looked down at her, then glanced down at the boy in her arms.
"Darling!" Matsumoto felt her mouth move.
"Haineko," he purred, placing his icy hand on Matsumoto's cheek.
Matsumoto felt a tug in the pit of her stomach as the man's icy lips brushed subjectively across her. The man's tongue dug deeper in her mouth as she clung to his robes. Matsumoto was shocked to the core at how this man took her over. Just as quickly as the kiss came it was gone leaving her lips buzzing. Matsumoto felt dizzy as the man disappeared.
"Wow," she gasped, felling weight in her arms.
She looked down seeing that Hitsugaya had fallen asleep, clinging to her robes. A faint smile brushed across her lips as she ran her fingers through is untamed white hair.
"You're an interesting one," she mussed.
Sleeping Cuddle
Her breathing became light to his ears. Matsumoto had curled up under Hitsugaya's chin after the love making that had been made. Her skin was so soft against his, as the strawberry blonde had fallen asleep. Hitsugaya maneuvered her body so that she would be more comfortable. He griped her hand tightly and wrapped the other arms around her shoulders. Matsumoto's past was laid on the line here tonight when she allowed herself to Hitsugaya, and hopeful as the morning came. She wouldn't regret him. Hopefully he was different from the other. Maybe this time he would skip out in the morning and act like nothing went down. Hitsugaya closed his eyelids letting the sleep overtake his small frame. Only the morning would tell if this was a big mistake or the beginning of a new chapter.
Drowning
Hitsugaya felt his body sinking deeper, he couldn't breath for the water was slowly filling his lungs. After her death he seemed empty, no one could get to him. He had become colder if that was even possible. Hyorinmaru could be heard howling in the back of his mind for his lost love. That alone would bring tears to his blue/green orbs.
A year since you had left us. A year gone by without you. I didn't get a chance to tell you what my soul wanted to say.
Hitsugaya placed a mix of Chrysanthemums and Daffodils on her grave. The Chrysanthemums for her name the Daffodils for her Division. Hitsugaya held the pink scarf in his hands, slowly raising it to his heart. Hitsugaya closed his eyes fighting his tears again. Then laughter came into his ears. He opened them once again, spinning on his heel. Standing a few yards away was a strawberry blonde. Her hair bounced around her shoulders as she walked with a man.
"Rangiku!" Hitsugaya called, causing the woman and the man to turn. "Ichimaru?" he questioned, shocked to the core.
Was it possible to be reborn here in the human world? Together again…
"Hey, Ran-chan? Ya know 'im?" the silver haired man asked.
"Never met him, but he looks familiar to me," she said, watching the approaching man. "Do I know you?" she asked, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder.
"I'm happy your doing well," he said, sadness glimmering in his eyes.
Hitsugaya wanted so badly to take her away, bring her back, leave the life as a Death God and become mortal with her. He closed his eyes again, but this time she was there reaching out. Her face was so close to his, Matsumoto's lips came so close to his.
Breath. Just breath. I told you I would see you again. Didn't I?
Lion
They couldn't go anywhere without it. Akane would through a hysterical fit if it wasn't in her view or arms. That lovely fit she inherited from her mother. Hitsugaya had Ashiro with him for a course in sword training. The day had started out good, but that was until Taichou, the newest member of the family had tore through the barracks. That dog tracked a lovely mess everywhere he went.
"TAICHOU~!" Matsumoto screamed as the pup knocked over one of Hitsugaya's finished piles of paperwork.
The pup waged his tail, then got into must play stance. That was when Akane had entered the room holding her prized stuffed animal. Nap time must have been up as the pup ran towards the little girl. He grabbed a hold of the fluffy animal in her hands, trying to pull it free.
"NO! NO!" Akane screamed, running in place.
Taichou had succeeded running through the open doors. Then the tears began. The little girl had a natural wail that could be heard through the barracks and then some. Matsumoto knew that soon Hitsugaya would appear at the door step. Taichou came flying back through the doors, dropping the stuffed animal at Matsumoto's feet as he took cover under Matsumoto's desk.
"Here you go," Matsumoto sighed, picking the lion up in her hands.
Matsumoto handed the object over to her daughter. The tears stopped as Matsumoto gently bumped her forehead against Akane's.
"All better?" Matsumoto asked, a few sniffles escaped her daughters mouth.
"Yeah," she answered, hugging the lion to her chest. "Hanatarou-san, gave it to me," she said.
"What happened!" Hitsugaya asked, coming into the room.
"Nothing at all," Matsumoto sighed, glancing over at the pup.
Piggy Back with Daddy
"Your just like your mother," Hitsugaya sighed as the weight on his shoulders had adjusted.
"How so?" Akane asked, hugging Hitsugaya around the neck.
"Somehow when you two get in trouble I end up carrying you two away," he answered, hearing the giggle escape his daughters lips.
"Not all the time Otto-Taichou," the silvery blonde laughed. "Otto-Taichou! Look! That store is having a sale!" she screamed, jumping up and down on Hitsugaya's back. "Can we go please~!" she asked, patting his shoulder repetitively.
"Did Matsumoto clone herself?" he muttered, rolling his blue/green eyes. "I have paperwork to be getting too," he sighed.
"Please~!" Akane begged, sticking her bottom lip out. "Otto-Taichou do you remember what day it is today?" she asked, pressing a finger to her chin.
"What- Oh, Shit!" he cussed, eyes widening. "It's your mother's birthday!" he gasped.
"Um! You said a dirty word!" Akane hummed. "I'm gonna tell Mommy," she smirked.
"You've heard worse," Hitsugaya muttered, taking a turn towards the store.
Drunk Scare
Hitsugaya was at peace for once. The day had been stressful with Matsumoto, until she had finally left him to drink. He sighed, in taking the crisp night air.
Why couldn't she be like the others? Did she really have to engorge herself in all that alcohol?
Hitsugaya was so focused in his thought revolving around his pain in the ass Fukutaichou that he didn't even hear her creeping up on him. The drunk strawberry blonde had a evil look in her eyes. She crouched down, slinking across the wooden floor towards Hitsugaya. Any second now she expected him to turn with that caught you in my house again smile, but he didn't. That didn't matter to her, though. Her hands had become cold from the bag of ice in her hands. Matsumoto smirked as she dropped the bag down on Hitsugaya's crotch.
"MATSUMOTO!" he screamed, jumping at lest ten feet in the air.
Now you may think that a bag of ice being dropped on a very particular sensitive area would not phase Hitsugaya Taichou, but any object touching any man there would cause him to yelp. His blue/green eyes turned on Matsumoto as she pressed her body against his back.
"Finally got you~!" she smirked, licking her lips.
"You had no right," he growled, shocked by his Fukutaichou's forwardness.
"I have every right," she smirked, her eyes darkening. "Taichou~ maybe you need some help warming up?" she mused, traveling her hands down his stomach.
Personal
"Do you know why I can work with you around?" Hitsugaya snapped, throwing a file on his desk.
"I'm sorry, did you say something, Taichou?" Matsumoto asked, lifting her head from the newest issue of Shonen Jump.
Hitsugaya growled as the temperature in the room dropped several degrees. He stomped over snatching the manga out of her hands. He glanced at it for a second before he tossed the manga in the trash.
"Hey~! Why'd you do that for?" Matsumoto pouted.
"Fine, Matsumoto. I'm done playing these damned games with you," the white haired Taichou sighed, placing his hand over his forehead. "Do you want to see how it is to be you?" he asked, whipping towards the confused woman.
"I don't know what crawled up your ass and died but-" Matsumoto snapped.
Hitsugaya smirked crawling across the couch towards the strawberry blonde. Matsumoto's blue orbs widen as Hitsugaya forced himself over her. He smirked, closing the distance between them as Matsumoto uncomfortably backed up.
"This is how I feel when your around me. I can't breath, can't think. Why do you do this to me?" Hitsugaya asked, inches away from Matsumoto's lips.
Who Hurt You
Hitsugaya was surprised to see Matsumoto at his home, this late at night sober. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked into his eyes. That's when he noticed the rips in her hakama and the white stains on her kosode. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had taken place here.
"Can I stay for a while?" Matsumoto asked, chocking back more tears.
"Who did this to you?" Hitsugaya asked, controlling the rage that was building.
"It was to dark," Matsumoto answered, see Hitsugaya's usual blue/green eyes glowing.
"I'll track them down," Hitsugaya growled, bring Matsumoto into his arms. "No one lays a hand on my Matsumoto and gets away with it," he continued, searching the road for any spikes in reiatsu.
"Yours?" the strawberry blonde repeated, eyes shocked.
"Do you think I would let anyone have such a perfect angel?" he asked, kissing her forehead lightly.
"Please, don't go. I need you," she whispered, almost begging the man to stay there with her.
"I'd never leave you," Hitsugaya said, wrapping her in his arms.
Poke Poke Poke
Poke…Poke….Poke…..POKE….
"STOP IT!" Hitsugaya screamed, swatting Matsumoto's hand away from his face.
Poke…Poke…..POKE…..
"I swear to God, Matsumoto if you don't stop I'll demote you!" the white haired Taichou snapped, clenching his fists.
…Poke…..
"GOD DAMN IT!" Hitsugaya cursed, whipping towards his pain in the ass Fukutaichou. "STOP IT NOW!" he continued as a board expression appeared on Matsumoto's face.
It's always dangerous when she gets that look.
Poke…..Poke…..Poke….Poke…POKE…
"That's it!" Hitsugaya snapped, grabbing the assaulting finger. "Stop!" he continued, bending her finger back.
"Okay, Okay!" Matsumoto whined.
"Are you done?" he asked, still putting pressure on her finger.
"YES!" the strawberry blonde whimpered, jutting her bottom lip out.
Hitsugaya slowly released her finger a smug smile stretching across his face. A few minutes of Matsumoto whining about her finger passed before things became quiet again.
…..POKE!
"MATSUMOTO!" Hitsugaya ragged, whipping back around to see a retreating strawberry blonde. "no mercy!" he growled, chasing after her.
