Author's Note: ...
Disclaimer: Happy, Kubo? Happy that I don't own your precious Bleach? Ah, who am I kidding. He doesn't even know this story exists, or me for that matter.
Chapter 12 Day 6 Part 2
''Haaaaaaaah... I'm stuffed!'' The blonde rubbed her belly with both of her hands.
''Me too. You're suprisingly good at cooking, Rangiku-san.'', Hinamori said as she held in a yawn. She craved for her bed, her warm and fluffy bed.
The blonde frowned. ''What do you mean 'surprisingly'?''
''...Nothing.'' How many steps from the livingroom to her bedroom? Oooh, but the carpet isn't that bad either. Yes, it's a pretty good substitute for her bed.
Matsumoto frowned deeper. ''Uh-huuuuuh.'' She didn't know why, but she was always told her food preferences were off. At least she had Ichimaru who shared her love for dried persimmons. Perhaps she should call him, it's been a while since the last time she heard his voice.
They were lying on the fluffy carpet, the same way they did the first day they started living here. Only this time they weren't exhausted and covered in sweat. Hinamori was really sleepy though, so very sleepy...
''Hinamori?'' The blonde rolled to her side, facing the younger girl who almost closed her eyes.
''Yeah?'' She stared at the white ceiling above them.
Matsumoto inched a little closer to the tired girl. ''Do you hate him?''
Hinamori glanced at the blonde shortly before staring back at the same spot of the ceiling. ''Do I hate who?''
''Don't play dumb. You know who.''
She gave it some thought. It was so easy to say 'yes' and come up with arguments why. ''No.''
''You still don't know who kind of no or I don't hate him kind of no.'' The blonde just really wanted to know. It's not a nice thought to have both of your best friends hate each other. Especially if you ship them.
''I don't hate him kind of no. I told Abarai-kun, remember? I don't hate anyone.'' So very easy to hate him indeed. So easy and yet she's too tired to feel such an intense emotion.
Matsumoto sighed relieved, but then asked her another question. ''...Then what do you feel for him?''
''Nothing.'' She didn't answer it completely truthfully. She did feel something for him, but she wasn't quite sure what. It was very confusing and she wasn't in the mood to rack her brain over it.
''You feel nothing for him, yet you call him by his first name?'' Uh-oh, Matsumoto got suspicious.
''Yes.'' She also rolled to her side to face her busty friend. ''Are you done with your questions?''
''No, I still want to know some things.''
Hinamori closed her eyes. Give her a blanket and a pillow and she would probably fall asleep, but only if Matsumoto would stop poking her arm. ''I'll answer one more and that's that.''
''Does he call you Momo?'', the blonde asked as she gave the younger girl one last poke.
''Yes.''
''Why? I know him longer than you and he still calls me Matsumoto.'' She pouted.
''Ask him, not me.'' She rolled to her other side.
''Hinamori, I think you should talk to him. When I saw him he looked panicked.'', she said slightly worried as she recalled his expression when he opened the door.
The drowsy girl giggled. ''Serves him right.''
''Hinamori!''
''I will.''
''...Eh?''
''I will talk to him.'' She did want some answers from the white-haired boy and talking to him seemed to be the only way to acquire them.
The blonde softened her eyes. ''When?''
''Who knows? Could be today, tomorrow, the day after that day or the day after that one...'', she trailed off. In reality, she let it depend on him. If he wanted to talk she'd be open for it. If he didn't want to talk... she was fine with that too.
''Riiiiiing!'' ''Riiiiiing!'' ''Riiiiiing!''
''Who will answer the phone?.'' The blonde had almost forgotten they have a home phone.
''Let's leave it on voicemail.'', the raven-haired girl suggested. They were both feeling lazy anyway.
''Beeep.''
''Hinamori?''
She froze. 'Toushiro?'
''Why just you? Did he forget I also live here? W-''
''Shhhh!'', she hushed the sulking older girl.
'' So Abarai, Kuchiki, Hisagi and Kira came to my house today. They were really pissed.''
'No, duh.' She mentally rolled her eyes. What else did he expect from them to be? Happy?
''I slammed the door shut, when I did I heard Abarai whining how it hit his nose.''
Both of the girls sighed. Oh, Abarai.
''That's also when I heard you somehow made your way back home. I'm guessing Matsumoto's the one who helped you.''
''That I did.'', the blonde spoke softly.
''What I'm trying to say is, I don't need anyone to lecture me what I did was wrong. I know that already, it's just...''
With a sigh, Hinamori stood up and walked to the device. Matsumoto raised her eyebrow wondering what the raven-haired girl was up to.
''Hinamori... I-'' She picked up the phone.
''Toushiro.'', she said promptly.
''...! Hina-''
''Idiot, it's not Hinamori. It's Momo.'', she spoke in a scolding manner, unable to keep the amusement from her voice. Why was she amused? She wasn't quite sure herself.
''...I was under the assumption you wouldn't want me to call you that, after uhh..''
''My name is enough neglected as it is. If nobody calls me Momo, then I might as well change my name to Hinamori Hinamori.'' Which wouldn't be such a bad idea, it would give her the illusion that people actually called her by her first name.
She heard him laugh quietly. ''Don't be silly. Your name is pretty, it suits you.''
'Smooth Toushiro, very smooth.' ''Toushiro...'', she said quietly.
''Hmmm?'' His voice sounded tired too.
''Why won't you visit me tomorrow? We can talk then, that's more personal than over the phone.''
''...Sure. Bye, Momo.''
''Bye.''
She put the phone down and heaved another sigh. So she was the one who took the initiative, not him. Weird. Hinamori wanted to wait for him to ask her, but it became clear he was having a difficult time doing so. She never would have thought she'd be the one to suggest him to come over.
''Hinamori! I'm so proud of you!'' Matsumoto hugged the girl from behind with her strong arms.
''R-Rangiku-san. You're choking m-me!''. The poor girl was beginning to feel lightheaded from the lack of air.
''Whoops! Sorry!'' Matsumoto smiled with delight as she loosened the hug.
''Your embraces are deadly weapons.'', the raven-haired girl breathed. One more hug from the blonde and she's going to faint without doubt.
The other crossed her arms. ''That's mean! Guys would kill for a hug from me.''
''They would when you haven't killed them yourself with those... uhh.'' She could say curves, yes, that's sounds good to h-
''Breasts. They are called breasts, Hinamori. You have them too, just in a smaller form. A lot smaller.''
''S-Shut up! You're a special case!'' The younger girl's face was the same colour of a tomato now, but's it's true isn't it? Matsumoto was nineteen and had the looks of a twenty-four year old, which made it very easy for her to buy her beloved sake without raising any suspicions.
She placed her hands on her hips. ''You know what I hear? Excuses, blah, blah, excuses, blah, I wish I had the same cup-size as you, blah."
''RANGIKU-SAN!'' And with that yell the raven-haired girl drained the rest of her energy.
Matsumoto smacked the short girl on her back. ''No need to be abashed! Lots of women are envious of my girls.''
''I-I am not envious! Anyway, let's stop this talking about our chest. It's going nowhere.''
Too bad. She liked seeing Hinamori all embarrassed, finding it rather cute. ''...How about watching the last episode of 'Je ne t'aime pas?' Then we can move on to a new series.''
She agreed. ''Let's do that.''
They both melted into the couch, watching the television. After three years of watching this show it's kind of hard to let go, but it's also a way to start anew. Leaving the past and move forward to a new future. And with that they mean finding a new show to watch together as soon as possible, because of what was once mentioned before, television time with Matsumoto is sacred.
''Oh, we've missed 2/3 of the episode.'', Hinamori noticed. Not that she cared, the bet was over and she won.
''Meh, high chance it wasn't that important.'' Matsumoto also didn't care. It was mostly the bet that made her endure the terrrible plot of the show everyday. Why was it actually their favourite show? Oh right, the pairings.
''Is this a time-skip?'' The characters sure looked a bit different.
''...Yeah! Éliane is already married with Célistin. Aww.. they have a daughter. She really takes after her mother. Like a mini version of her!''
''Rangiku-san, that girl isn't her real daughter. Just a child actress.''
''Aaaah. Yeah, I knew that. I totally did.''
''Moving is such a pain..'' Éliane wiped some sweat of her forehead.
''What are you complaining about? I'm the one who's carrying all our stuff inside.'' Her husband gave her his 'are you kiddin' me' look.
''Watching you is tiring.'' She stuck out her tongue.
''How mature, don't do that when our daughter is around.''
''Yeah, yeah. Cerise! Give us a hand too!'', she yelled.
A tall woman walked outside the house. ''I'm coming, geez.''
The younger sibling nudged her sister's elbow. ''How was your evening with Reynaud yesterday?' And with that I mean whether you and Reynaud have a little... fun when he brought you home?''
"..."
''I KNEW IT!... So, was it kinky?''
''...Shut up.''
''And now they're drinking wine.'', Hinamori said stating the obvious.
''Yeah. That ending was lamer than I predicted.'', the blonde said with a yawn.
They glided off the couch after turning off the television. Without a word, they went to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
''Do I have to leave you guys alone tomorrow?'', Matsumoto asked when she wiped her face dry with a towel.
''That would be nice.'', Hinamori replied. She enjoyed having the blonde around, but this is something she wanted to do without her.
''...You're pretty relaxed about this, after getting locked in his house against your will and spending the night in his garden.''
''It wasn't that bad. It was only one night and the bushes were rather comfy.'' Though it was comfy, she didn't really sleep well. She wished she could teleport to her bed without having to walk those obnoxious seventeen steps from the bathroom to her bedroom.
''So no hard feelings... at all''? She raised her eyebrow.
''You want me to dislike him? What kind of shipper are you?'' She asked back with a faint smile hoping she could dodge the question somehow.
''Just answer me.'' Oh dear. This was the serious Matsumoto.
''Neutral.'' A lie. Such a beautiful lie.
''Neutral? After knowing him for years?''
''We never socialized with each other, Rangiku-san. I disliked him without ever having a normal conversation with the guy. And even though I got to talk to Toushiro these past few days I still know too little about him to judge him, therefore I shall remain neutral.'' She was more lying to herself than to her friend. She couldn't expect herself to remain neutral after all what has happend, but she wanted to believe she could. She wanted to believe in this lie. This beautiful, beautiful lie.
Matsumoto beamed at the girl who was rubbing her eyes tiredly. She thought Hinamori was trying to give him a fair chance. The talk she and the young male were going to have would be the first step of whatever relationship they were going to have and the blonde hoped for the best.
''Good night, Rangiku-san.'', she turned the bathroom light off as they went to their own room.
''Sweet dreams, Hinamori.''
The raven-haired girl forced a smile. She was so sleepy and yet... she knew she wouldn't be able to have any sweet dreams tonight.
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