Not Mine Valentine
Derisory

Toshiro found himself suddenly drawing in a deep breath as his eyes snapped open. His left hand was up by his head and his eyes looked up at the dark ceiling. He took another deep breath as he closed his eyes, trying to remember what it was that he had been dreaming about. The corners of his mouth suddenly turned down as he felt something wet around his waist area. "Crap."

With a quick movement he rolled off the edge of his bed, only to fall onto the floor hard as he was still half asleep. He let out a deep groan before pushing himself up off the ground. "Just my luck." He then proceeded to change into clean clothing and tossed the soiled items in with the rest of his dirty clothes. "Why does this have to happen to me?"

"It may have something to do with your subconscious."

"What ever." The boy headed over to the bookshelf and opened up a book and pulled out a scrap of paper with Rangiku's hand writing with detailed instructions of what to do in case he wet the bed again. "I shouldn't be having to use her instructions. It's not been that long since the last time. This is a load of..."

"Don't you dare think about punching a hole in the wall."

The boy worked away at the task, finally finishing as the sun began to rise over the division walls. He found himself collapsing to the floor boards as his eyes opened and closed from exhaustion. He took a deep breath and placed a hand on his forehead. The door to Rangiku's room opened and he looked at her through the corner of his eye. He took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't comment about the situation.

She of course noticed the bedding hanging over the railing before looking into his room to see that there was no new bedding. "You don't have to come in to the office today."

'What?" Toshiro stared at her in disbelief.

"Take the day off."

"I can't do that."

Rangiku found herself biting her lip, knowing full well that the boy was exhausted. 'You look tired though for some reason."

"Of course I'm tired! I've been trying to clean the bedding since I don't know when in the middle of the night. It was harder then I thought."

"Of course it is. The bedding's far bigger then you are." Rangiku found herself shaking her head.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No... are you sure you don't want me to handle that the next time you need it taken care of? For me it it's honestly easier." She watched as his cheeks puffed out. "Please stop. Your not going to be functioning until you get some sleep. You can use my bed."

Toshiro nodded his head in agreement, only to startle. "Your bed?"

"You forgot to put new bedding on your own and you're exhausted."

"But... your room?"

"Taicho... you've slept in my room a few times when you've had nightmares. It's always seemed to calm you down."

"But I've got to go into the office!"

"You can come in this afternoon after you have rested up enough so you are functional. I'm not going to argue that with you."

The boy narrowed his eyes at her. "I've told you before that I hate it when you're not being lazy."

"Live with it. Now go get some sleep. My room is your room."

Toshiro let out a deep sigh before heading over to the door and going and plopping on the bed and placing an arm over his eyes. He found himself crashing, only to sit up after a couple of hours feeling somewhat better. Half awake he noticed that Rangiku's closet was open and her makeup items were visible as well as her jewelry box.

Curiosity got the better of him and he found himself pulling out the items and setting them down on the floor. He found himself falling back asleep, but his hands opened up the top of both the makeup box as well as the jewelry box. He then found himself sorting the items by the color, every so often holding up a piece of jewelery to the light. He found himself suddenly flinching when he heard someone speak.

"Taicho?"

The boy's eyes went wide and he turned to look at Rangiku. "Oops..."

The woman frowned at him but instead of lecturing him came and sat down on the ground next to him. "What exactly are you doing?"

"Sorting them." The boy glanced away. "I'm sorry..."

The woman reached a hand out and touched his forehead. "You're not running a fever, but your body's shaking. I should get you something to eat."

"Aren't you going to lecture me?"

"What for?"

"Going through my subordinates things without permission. That's a serious offense isn't it? An I knew I shouldn't do it, but I did it anyways."

He watched as Rangiku flinched again, only to have her turn to him with a smile. "Under normal circumstances you shouldn't be going through your subordinates stuff. It's all right though with my stuff. Actually, it's all right if you want to play with any of it."

"Play with it. Isn't that..." Toshiro frowned while he noticed that she had slipped out of the room. "What is that supposed to mean, and why do I get the feeling she's worried about me."

His fingers traced a hairpin with a snowflake design to it. He found himself standing up and grabbing the pin and heading over to office. He set it on the desk and began to work on the paperwork that was on his desk. Glancing over at Rangiku's it was rather obvious that she had made an attempt to make a dent on the work that needed to be done.

The small taicho zoned out until he heard the familiar voice of the fifth division taicho. He looked up and stared at the man as he continued to zone out. The taicho of the ninth division was also with the man. He continued to stare at them, only to speak up a few minutes later. "What are you two doing here?"

"We came to check in on you."

"I'm not a little kid you know." Toshiro watched as Kensei's mouth suddenly twitched. The boy's mouth twisted up into a frown. "What?"

"You are a kid no matter how much you say you aren't. Not a little kid mind you, but you are still a kid." Kensei watched as the boy simply glared at him.

Shinji walked over to the desk, his eye suddenly catching site of the snowflake hair pin, "Kensei... what did you tell him."

The man picked up the hair clip and looked at it. The ninth division frowned. "I did tell him to experiment and find out what he liked."

The corner of Toshiro's mouth suddenly twitched. "Let's just say I intended to wear that, would there be a problem with that?"

The fifth division taicho's eyes suddenly went wide, while Kensei held up his hand. "Now hold on..."

A clinking sound was heard from the doorway and the three males turned their head towards the door in time to see Rangiku staring at them. "What is going on?"

"I think your taicho was thinking of wearing this." Shinji spoke up.

The corner of her mouth suddenly twitched. She walked over and set the breakfast onto the edge of the desk. "Taicho, I was looking for you and you weren't in my room where I left you."

"I have to work."

"You also have to eat." Rangiku snatched the hair clip from Shinji's hand and stuck it onto the trey. "Why don't you go back to quarters and eat this?"

"But..."

"I need to talk to them in private. Come back when you finish. Oh, and if you want the hair clip you can keep it. Kyoraku Taicho wears that kimono of his so you can do whatever you want."

"Except of course dye my hair."

"Except that."

The boy let out a deep sigh before grabbing the trey and heading out of the room. When Rangiku knew he was out of ear range, she turned towards Shinji and poked him in the chest. "What is the big idea here? I want your help, not you making him feel bad because he's taken an interest in certain things."

"Isn't it a bit odd for him to be interested in such things though?" Kensei spoke up. "I know you asked Shinji's help because your taicho is wanting to find himself, but he seems to be heading into some odd direction."

"He's not helping me because of that reason." The woman's voice rose up as she poked the man in the chest. "So the two of you have a problem with him having a feminine side to him?"

"Shouldn't you be concerned with the fact he's possibly wanting to cross dress?"

"If my son wants to..." Rangiku suddenly found herself biting her lip. "I shouldn't have said that."

Silence remained in the room for a few minutes. Kensei got up and closed the door before coming back. He then leaned on the edge of the door. "Well... I said yesterday that I wouldn't be surprised at Ichimaru being the boy's father."

More silence came as Rangiku went and sat down in her son's chair. "Things are complicated."

Kensei however looked towards the wall. "Don't you of all people find his behavior to be strange though?"

"He's always been interested in small baubles though. I don't..." Rangiku closed her eyes. "I'm honestly not sure what's gotten into his head at late. I don't think he's interested in cross dressing. I'm not even sure if he's actually wanting to wear it even, but you two may very well have put it into that stubborn head of his."

"We'll talk about this more later." Shinji spoke up. "I need to get back to work at my division. We'll keep an eye out to see if he starts showing any more odd behavior."

The woman watched as they left before getting to work on the paperwork that was on the desk. A voice broke her from her concentration. "What are you doing at my desk?"

Rangiku glanced up to see the boy there, frowning at her. She stood up and headed to her desk. "Sorry."

"What are you going to do for Gin for Valentine's Day?"

The woman paused. "You tend to ignore that particular day's existence. And honestly its not any of your business."

Toshiro then walked over and set the hairpin on her desk. "Why do you always dress the way you do but never wear stuff like this. You have a lot of nice stuff."

"Yes... well..." Rangiku paused. "It's not really me. At least, it's not me when it comes to what I want to wear that particular day."

"How do you decide what you want to add in? I've got my scarf, but that's honestly about it."

"You just do what fits your mood. Simple as that."