Can we forget dinner too?
And it was all Matsumoto's fault 9
Hey I have some news! In the holidays, I'm going to New Zealand so no updates for a while. Feel free to review and favourite though *wink, wink* It'd be great to come home and find sooooooo many new emails about ! *nudge, nudge*
I am so, so, so, so sorry this took so long to update. I have an awesome idea for the final chapter but nothing about what's gonna happen in between. And I waned to write at least 3 more chapters.
And thanks to all who reviewed. Favourited, followed and even read (Please review though) You guys keep me going!
Disclaimer: A certain espada wouldn't die if I was in charge of Bleach which I'm not. Yeah, it's sad times we live in. Hey who can guess what espada I didn't want to die? Please guess and I'll mention you or something. Please guess please!
Training was finally over and Toshiro was slumped back in his chair in his office, a wet flannel draped over his hot forehead. The flannel had long since dried out (probably from the heat radiating from his forehead) but he lacked the self motivation to move. And he lacked the self motivation to move his mouth to ask Matsumoto to dip it in water.
Plus she would just say no or make an excuse to run away. She might even use the excuse of getting the cloth wet again to run away and get drunk.
Right now, Toshiro's temper was like a bomb. It was slowly ticking away, waiting for the final thing to set it off whether that be an annoying pink haired fukutaicho or a creepy fox faced Taicho.
"Oi short stuff, wanna come to my place for dinner?" A certain orange haired substitute shinigami poked his head into the office.
And there it was.
"NO I DO NOT AND I'M NOT SHORT NOW PISS OFF BEFORE I RELEASE MY BANKAI ON YOUR SORRY LITTLE BUTT!"
Ichigo had to decency to apologise and back slowly away to stand in the door frame.
So Toshiro calmed down.
That was until…..
"Come on please."
Toshiro was 1 second away from busting out his now only partially melted sword but luckily Matsumoto popped her head into the office. Huh where had she gone? Toshiro swore she had been in the room before. Oh well. AH crap she was talking!
"Oh Taicho that sounds lovely, we haven't been to the real world for ages." She beamed.
Toshiro glared at her. "I was there this morning." He snapped.
"Yeah but not me, just you."
"But you just said we!" Toshiro growled. "You said we haven't been to the living world for ages."
"I did?"
Toshiro wanted to smash his head into a wall and knock himself out. But he had tried that option before and that resulted in a day in the fourth division, 10 ton of head ache tablets and being advised to talk to a counsellor. He had done so but found that all he talked about was how hard it was to maintain a perfect image with a fukutaicho like Matsumoto.
This then lead to questions like
1) Does she make you happy though?
2) Is your image one you are happy with or is yur body at war with your mind? (ok was this counsellor on drugs?)
And even
3) Do you love your fukutaicho?
Needless to say, the last question lead to the counsellor's being closed for 'structure damage and repairs' And Toshiro had a sudden decline in his wages for a while.
His bad…
Toshiro zoned back into reality to hear that Matsumoto was begging him to let her go and for him to come too to go to dinner with Ichigo and his family. It appeared she had being doing this whilst he was re-living past memories.
"What were you saying?" he asked tensely, aware that Ichigo had vanished from the door and that his spiritual pressure was heading towards the fourth division.
"I was saying can we please go." Matsumoto begged. "I'll do my paperwork and everything."
"You always say that." Toshiro sighed, not in the mood to propel his words into the form of shouting.
"But this time I really mean it." Matsumoto tried.
"And you always say that." Toshiro couldn't help but smirk. Matsumoto was fighting an already lost battle.
"But this time I really, really mean it."
"I've heard that one as well."
Matsumoto tried to scowl but found she couldn't. Her face just couldn't form scowls, only perky smiles or pouts. So she pouted.
And Toshiro ignored her.
She pouted some more.
Toshiro began to fill out some paperwork that Matsumoto should have been doing.
She pouted even more.
"If you keep that up," Toshiro spoke without looking up from his paperwork. "Your face is going to be stuck pouting forever."
Matsumoto's pout slid. "Oh Taicho just lighten up for once in your life and relax. Dinner will be fun. I haven't had fun in ages."
"But only about an hour ago, you were saying how fun it is to see me get grumpy at my officers." Toshiro muttered. "And how you were having fun." His temper had been set off again and it was ticking away.
"Oh did I?" Matsumoto hummed as if trying to remember something. "Nope, I don't remember saying that."
Cue flashback sequence!
"Oh Taicho it's so fun to see you grumpy at your officers. I am having so much fun now."
"I'm glad one of us is."
"Oh really Taicho, how nice."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Oh."
End flashback sequence
"Come to think of it," Matsumoto pouted again. "I do remember saying something along the lines of that."
Before Toshiro could retaliate, Ichigo was back with a certain lady with a certain smile on her certain face.
And then Toshiro was in the human world, in a gigai with Matsumoto at his side. Ichigo had gone ahead.
Toshiro looked over and glared at his fukutaicho who was wearing a pretty floral dress that covered only half of her 'rather large assets' in the words of Renji.
"I can't believe you put me in this." Toshiro looked down at his attire. He was clad in dark jeans with chains on them, a black t-shirt and a really, really big coat that swallowed his skinny body. 'I look like a Goth"
"Neh Taicho, that's what you are."
*Twitch, twitch*
"Let's just knock." Matsumoto said hastily, walking forward.
They knocked on the Kurosaki door. Isshin answered.
"Hey are you here to fix our toilet?"
"Uh no."
"Are you sure 'cause its really broken"
"Yeah I'm sure."
"And we can't flush it."
"Oh well."
"And I didn't know you couldn't flush it so I went to the toilet."
"And that means?"
"Help me please."
Before Toshiro could make his escape from this clearly crazy man, Ichigo appeared and pulled Toshiro into the house, Matsumoto following cheerily behind.
Toshiro was dragged through the corridor and into the kitchen where only earlier today, he had sat drinking a slushy with Karin.
Speaking of the girl, she was seated at the table, lounging in her chair, her eyes following a blond girl who was hurriedly setting extra places.
"Ichi-Ni didn't tell me he was inviting extra guests." The blond girl was saying –probably to Karin- as she placed spoons down and stood back to admire her work. "I hope oh!" she spun and saw Toshiro standing there struggling to pull his hand from Ichigo's grip. "Ichi-Ni you didn't tell me your friend was a Goth. I'm Yuzu Mr Goth."
"I am not a Goth!" Toshiro yelled. "She dressed me, that's all." He flung a hand at a certain giggling lady. Yuzu shrugged and looked around before rushing t the stove to stir a bubbling pot.
"What the hell, Ichigo you actually brought home a hot lady." Karin smirked. "It's about time." Them she noticed Toshiro. "Oh hey Toshiro, I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon."
Isshin who was just entering the kitchen heard this comment and gasped; his hand flying to his mouth in an overly dramatic way.
"I knew I recognized you!" He gasped again. "Your Karin's new boyfriend." Isshin clicked his fingers and a spotlight hit him. "Well if you wish to ask for my daughters hand in marriage, you snowy haired sonny boy, first you must fight me. That is the law of the Kurosaki family and it has been this way for generations"
Isshin was soon sent flying out of the spotlight (which vanished instantly) by Ichigo.
"Hey goat face quit lying. Toshiro's only 12, why would he want to marry Karin yet? So stop being an idiot and sit sown BEFORE I MAKE YOU! We're meant to be having a calm dinner!"
Isshin began to sob onto a poster of a smiling lady entitled 'Masaki' whilst Karin shook her head; Yuzu showed Matsumoto to her seat and Toshiro sweat dropped, his eye rapidly twitching and making him look like he had a eye disease.
It was going to be a long night.
And it was all Ichigo's fault
(And Unohana's but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He valued his life)
Could you call it a life though? Technically he was already dead.
Now was not the time for deep and meaningful thoughts.
The again, it would take his mind of the chaos that was sure to erupt sooner or later.
But that would just be rude.
And Granny said being rude was well rude.
Ok that came out a tad weird.
And technically it didn't even come out as he just thought it.
Boy this was making his head hurt.
Ok enough thinking!
But….
Seriously!
Ok, ok…
Are you happy ZakuroU. I made sure to put full stops after everything. And did you know that I added your pen name to dictionary. I use it too much and I hate the redline. I will add anything to dictionary to prevent me from seeing that annoying redline.
And please review, I beg of you. *notices that she just rhymed a sentence without even meaning too and celebrates*
Ok back to the point. PLEASE REVIEW!
And sorry this si so short
Next up: Dinner at the Kurosaki's (how original of me!)
Bye. *Flies away on Hyourinmaru (Cause ZakuroU won't let her have a rainbow if Envy I going to sit on it cause ZakuroU hates Envy) with her 60 something fav characters*
