Title: Her Sins.
Summary: Matsumoto is a woman that regrets but rarely stopped to look back on her mistakes, that was until he left her.
Chapter One: Sloth
To be inconsiderate and depressed
-Sloth
It was a busy day and here she was spending it on her childhood friend's couch. Empty bottles of yesterday's saka was scattered all around her and her company was gone. She was used to it after so many years of the same repeated crap. And yet could never stop hoping that maybe one morning she'll be able to wake up and feel the warmth beside her. Instead every morning she's greeted by the blinding sun and a heavy hang-over.
Maybe, just maybe one morning he'll be there, hopefully before her liver fails her.
Groggily she rose from the comfy couch and started to glance around her surrounding, nothing out of the ordinary, Kira and a couple of other men she couldn't recognize was on the floors drowning in their own drool. All of them drinking friend's of Gin. Some burnt noodles and half empty side-dishes were found on the counter along with a poorly done job of mopped up puke.
Yes, nothing out of the ordinary, just her typical after-party morning.
Suddenly a sharp knock came from the door, after so long she couldn't stand to keep listening to the muffled banging. Before she could properly answer the door, the knocker invited himself in. Up until now she hadn't put much thought to how many shades his hair carried, sure the white hue stood out like smoke in a forest but it was different from now. As her eyes traced down his face her stormy eyes widened.
"So this is how you spend your free-time, what a mess."
"Taichou?"
"I'm surprised you are even able to recall addressing me correctly, after all this…drinking." His voice is like winter water, and it splashes over her face, awaking her from her drowsy state.
"Taichou…"
"I stand corrected. Seems like all that drinking has completely rotted that brain of yours," even if his voice is cold, his eyes are what really takes her breath away.
He stood there in front of the door with a scowl on his lips but through her eyes he was her knight in shining armour. His teal-blue eyes threatened to freeze her ass unless she moved it, and yet all she saw was concern. Smiling she gathered herself up before throwing herself at him. Smothering her large assets against his face she greeted, "Good-morning Taichou!"
Her cheery voice is almost foreign to his ears but he's face turns scarlet and his voice slightly cracks, and then he remembers. This was Matsumoto, his lazy, clumsy, alcoholic Fukutaichou, the only person he trusts to watch his back.
"MA-MA-MATSUMOTO!!!"