Chapter 5

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It took nearly a whole week for the rumors to die down. True, Hitsugaya could kill every single idiot who dared tease him but there was only so much a person can kill. Even if the person was a genius with and IQ over 500 and the first bratty kid to ever make it to captain level in two weeks. Besides, all the injury Hitsugaya had caused to the unfortunate shinigamis he managed to paralyze had stretched beyond dear, sweet Unohana's patience.

Hitsugaya was shaken by his last interview with Unohana. This time, she wasn't the usual kind and calm fourth division captain; she was positively a raging mad bull. She actually yelled at him and used a colorful variety of swear words. Not to mention that she kicked him in a very strategic point that still hasn't quite healed yet.

Hinamori was haunted by her old nightmares again. The nightmares about Hitsugaya posing naked in front of a mirror. Only this time, sakura blossoms were involved. She started avoiding Hitsugaya too because she simply couldn't face him anymore. She also developed a serious phobia towards sakura blossoms too.

Rangiku was happily basking in her captain's misery until he called her into his office.

"Matsumoto, kindly explain why you enjoy making my life miserable," stated Hitsugaya, so coldly that Rangiku shivered inwardly.

"N-No particular reason," Rangiku muttered, wincing.

"So basically you're telling me that you're cheerfully ruining my life for no particular reason!" demanded Hitsugaya in disbelief. The room was suddenly icy cold and Rangiku felt some snow gathering on her hair.

"Well, not exactly," replied Rangiku, shaking violently in fear. It was rather an amusing sight to see. Rangiku, who was nearly as tall as Renji was cowering in fear because of a little boy who was only two times taller than Yachiru.

"Then what exactly?" inquired Hitsugaya.

"It's because you like Hinamori and you're too damn cowardly to tell her!" Rangiku burst out, unexpectedly. The room temperature was suddenly back to normal.

"I what!"

"You heard me," answered Rangiku, boldly "Everyone shinigami here knows you have feelings Hinamori-chan except Hinamori herself! That's because you won't admit it to her, you stupid snowman!"

Hitsugaya was shocked. Were his feelings towards her that obvious? "It must be," reasoned Hitsugaya, inwardly "Even that damn vice captain of mine who is drunk nearly three quarters of the time noticed."

" Forgive me for being slow, but how does asking Hinamori to reveal half her chest to perverts, shoving us both into the same hot springs at the same time and giving me a dissolving pink robe to give Hinamori a heck of an eyeful help our relationship?" asked Hitsugaya, coolly.

Rangiku was stumped by that question. She shrugged nervously. Hitsugaya smirked in triumph. He whipped out a certain diary from his robe.

"NO!" screamed Rangiku.

"Dear diary, Ichi-kun groped me by accident today! At least he said it was an accident but I don't think so! OOoooh, he's hands felt so good against my-" Hitsugaya's face tightened in disgust. "You can write actually write that down without feeling any shame?"

Rangiku glared at her captain in embarrassment. Hitsugaya just smirked and said, "I will have to punish you. Now choose your own punishment: a year's worth of paperwork or a surprise punishment?"

"Surprise punishment," answered Rangiku, instantly. "Anything's better than paperwork," she thought, inwardly congratulating herself for a choice well chosen.

Rangiku deeply regretted her choice when she saw Hitsugaya smirked, " Babysitting."

Rangiku groaned. "Yachiru! STOP TRYING TO YANK OFF MY HEAD!" she yelled to the hyperactive little girl who had leaped onto her shoulder, wrapping her arms around Rangiku's neck and pulled backwards.

"Can't- breath," she gasped. Yachiru giggled in delight and leaped neatly off.

Rangiku collapsed breathlessly onto the floor. She was exhausted. Babysitting Yachiru for one whole day itself was more tiring than fighting an entire army of hollows.

"Let's play doll!" squealed Yachiru, happily. Rangoku sighed in relief. "What can possibly happen with dolls?" she thought.

What can possible happen with dolls? Well, nothing much, provided that the babysitter wasn't the doll.

"Yay! You look so cute, Rangiku-san!" cried Yachiru. She had an enormous set of doll clothes but she didn't own any dolls. For once in her lifetime, Rangiku felt deeply sorry for the members of the eleventh division.

Yachiru had chosen a tight ballerina suit for Rangiku. The ballerina suit only came up to her thighs and the whole suit was twenty sizes too small for Rangiku's enormous chest.

"Now it's time to do your hair!" Yachiru brought out a set of hair accessories from her robes. Rangiku stared in horror at Yachiru.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Hitsugaya, wasn't that your vice-captain?" inquired Ukitake, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," answered Hitsugaya, indifferently "She's babysitting Yachiru."

"You're one cruel captain," Ukitake shook his head while Hitsugaya smirked.

Rangiku wanted to cry. Her beautiful hair….was twisted in hair rollers! You know the ones old grannies wear to make their hair nice and curly? It didn't suit Rangiku at all. She looked funny. Not to mention the hair rollers weren't exactly comfortable.

However, like most shinigamis, Rangiku knew: No matter how adorable Yachiru was, they knew they should never ever mess with her when she was determined to get her way. She even managed to bully Kuchiki-taichou into a tea party once.

After an hour, Yachiru released Rangiku's hair from the torturing hair rollers. Oh my, Rangiku looked better with the rollers on afterall. She looked like some mad woman with unimaginably wild, curly, bushy hair.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" laughed Yachiru in glee. "You look so funny, Rangiku-san!"

Rangiku wanted to scream in frustration. Her hair was ruined, Yachiru had painted her nails with bright pink nail polish and she was stuck in a stupid ballerina outfit so tight she could hardly breathe and so short that she could hardly sit down modestly.

"Let's go out for a walk!" suggested Yachiru. Rangiku didn't welcome that suggestion at all. It meant other shinigamis were going to see her in this ridiculous state but as I explained earlier, it didn't pay to argue with Yachiru.

Reluctantly, Rangiku followed the little girl outside. She kept her bushy head down all the time. Shinigamis who passed by them gawked, "Yachiru-fukutaichou….Matsumoto-fukutaichou?"

"Hey, Rangiku.," Rangiku heard someone farmiliar speak. "Gi- Ichimaru-taichou!" she said, breathlessly.

Ichimaru Gin looked amusingly at Rangiku's condition with his always closed eyes before commenting, "I'm sure different people have different opinions but in my opinion, that hairstyle does not suit you at all. You look terrible."

Ichimaru laughed and walked away, leaving a very embarrassed Rangiku behind.

"Yo, nice hairdo," Hitsugaya suddenly appeared behind Rangiku and Yachiru.

"Taichou!" screamed Rangiku "I'm going to kill you!"

Hitsugaya just disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Rangku could have sworn she heard him laugh evilly.

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