To Kaeru Soyokaze, who gave me this wonderful idea. Thank you!
Well, I'm back again. I'm not entirely sure if I like this or not, but I really wanted to write something, so this came out.
I'm going to the beach with my friends for a week (yay!) so I'd be thrilled to find reviews when I get back home! (Bats eyelashes) pretty please? And on the same topic: you can do it people! We're almost in the 1000 hit! Go! Go!
Bittersweet
By: Nekare
Dense
"You sure are dense, aren't you?" Matsumoto's voice drifted to her ears, the patronizing tone latent in her voice.
"What are you talking about?" The wide eyed girl turned her head to look at the ample-chested shinigami, confused about the turn in the conversation. Hinamori had come to the 10 th division headquarters for a chat with her childhood friend, an habit that had started long before Aizen's betrayal. Hitsugaya had been training, though, so she had sat under the shade of a cherry tree and settled to wait for him in the cooling breeze. The older woman had joined her in the flat rock, letting her feet touch the water of the flower covered pond; obviously at ease with the place. Hinamori hadn't felt confident enough to do the same, and just stared at the way the fish would bite lightly on her fellow vice captain toes.
"Isn't it obvious? About Hitsugaya-taichou, of course." Rangiku said as she splashed water with her feet. Her eyes were on his captain, whose eyes were straying in their direction in a not so subtle way. His silver hair disheveled with the evening wind, and it seemed that he wasn't able to do a single kata, something in his mind other than his beloved sword.
"What about Shirou-chan?" Hinamori said with her brows together in confusion, and Matsumoto had to swallow – not that it worked, mind you – the giggles fluttering in her throat at the pet name. She took a deep breath to get her wits in order.
"That he's head over heels in love with you, that's what." Silence ensued. As if on cue, Hitsugaya stared at them – at the soft spoken girl, actually, but he would never admit it – curiously, probably wondering why the chattering had stopped. Hinamori held his gaze, and suddenly, started laughing softly, head tilted down and gaze lost in the cherry trees branches, in bloom but not; still early in the season.
The reaction wasn't exactly what Matsumoto had expected, but she let her laugh freely, a sound everybody who knew her had missed since the 5 th divition captain had betrayed them all. "I'm sorry Rangiku-san, but I don't think you're right."
"You don't?" Rangiku almost sighed with exasperation as the girl shook her head with a smile. Hitsugaya had finally finished his training – or the lack of it, thereof – and was starting to come towards them. Hinamori stood up, and after waving to him, turned to Matusumoto.
"No. But I do know he loves me, so that's enough." She laughed a little at the disbelief written on the other vice-captain face, and waved it off. "Have a good evening Rangiku-san."
With that the raven-haired girl ran to her short friend, warm smile on her lips and a few flowers caught in her hair; leaving the elder woman alone with her thoughts. She watched the way the girl caught her friend's hand in hers, and dragged him along before he could say something about it; and soon the stoic boy would be smiling slightly too, stealing glances at her laughing face every now and then as he followed her (anywhere, actually, anywhere she wanted to go) to one of her spontaneous (and slightly infamous, for she always managed to get them lost) walks.
Dense indeed, thought Rangiku as she rolled her eyes to the bright blue sky.