Title: Breasts
Rating: PG (I suppose breasts are a more mature subject. Whatever. They're just boobs, people.)
Characters/Parings: Matsumoto, Hitsugaya
Word count: 474
Warning: All about breasts. That's it.
Summary: Matsumoto finds very good uses for her infamous bosom.
A/N: I honestly don't know where this came from… o.O
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Matsumoto was used to her breasts. When you have the same boobs for hundreds of years, you can't help but get used to them. They were a part of her, though they always seemed to have their own distinct identities. There was Matsumoto… and her breasts. Matsumoto needs some sleep… and so does her breasts. Matsumoto is going to go fight… and so will her breasts. Matsumoto wants some sake… and so does her breasts. How they were planning on drinking sake was beyond the point. They needed the sake as much as Matsumoto did by that time.
Matsumoto didn't help the situation much and she knew it. Her fabulously low neckline didn't really discourage anything. In fact, it encouraged everything.
It was very interesting being best known by your rack. You were easily recognizable; everyone knew who Matsumoto was on exact sighting. She wasn't easy to spot in much the same way a Menos Grande was small.
Of course, every once in a while she would meet someone who hadn't heard of her or her breasty business. That was the most fun. And just like she was easy to locate, those who had never seen her chest before were also easy to locate.
Like deer caught in her headlights.
It was so much fun it was criminal.
Then her taichou would admonish her for making a spectacle of herself. Then Matsumoto would kindly remind her dear taichou that they were her breasts to make spectacles of. And that would shut her precious taichou right up.
Matsumoto supposed that was why she was assigned to her taichou. He was young enough to not be particularly affected by hormones and those other naughty things. Though whenever Matsumoto mentioned this reasoning to him he would admonish her for that too. Maybe he did have hormones after all. It was about time. She would love to see how he reacted when he finally realized that he was just the right height to stare straight into her chest when he looked at her.
She looked down at his annoyed eyes. No, it still hadn't dawned on him. He was looking at her eyes, not her boobs. What a shame. She imagined it would be very amusing indeed to see her taichou flustered. It was a look she had never seen on him before, and she was almost dying with curiosity.
He was chiding her for sleeping on the couch again. Matsumoto leaned forward and informed him that the couch was the best place for her to sleep; it didn't bother her breasts so much. He immediately stiffened. Fine. If she was going to be that way, she could sleep on the damn couch for all he cared.
So that was his flustered face. It wasn't much, but it would do. Very interesting.
Yes, breasts definitely had their uses.
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