Warning: infrequent use of strong language
If Karin had been the sort of girl to cry, that's what she would have been doing.
As it was, she just gritted her teeth and punched the nearest thing in frustration, feeling a twisted satisfaction when something broke under her knuckles and her hand started stinging. It was only a few seconds later she realised that this time she hadn't punched Goat-Face, or one of her guy friends, or even her wall. Nope, she'd just punched Hitsugaya Tōshirō.
And by the looks of things, broken his nose.
It took her another few seconds to react to the blood pouring down his face and onto his Shinigami robes as he stood up slowly. She cursed and moved behind him, ignoring his grunt of pain when she grabbed his nose and moved it back into place. She'd been able to perfectly ignore his loud stream of constant curses so far, so that was easy.
"Sorry," She said gruffly, taking his hand (and gripping onto it so hard he winced) and dragging him towards Division 4. "Unohana-san will heal that properly for you." This time she was mumbling, and Tōshirō knew it was because she was slightly ashamed of what she'd done but still far too angry to apologise. He was well aware she was clenching her fist hard so as not to hit anything else, lest the next person be less forgiving (or perhaps understanding... or just plain used to it) of her explosive temper.
Tōshirō silently tried to staunch the bleeding and followed her lead, coming into step with her and not batting an eyelid at the looks. He nearly winced when Byakuya sent him a derisive glance and swept on his way, but he didn't say anything. He grumbled mentally but made sure his facial expression was blank. The very last thing Karin needed was to be provoked.
Of course, the best way to get her to calm down was to fight her, which made the trip to Unohana's pointless as he would gain more injuries afterwards. But, of course, Karin being so difficult, if he didn't allow her to take him, then she would blow up. Again.
And god help him if he repeated the mistake of pointing out to her that they should fight then go to Unohana. He would be beaten into the ground (literally, naturally) and then taken to Unohana's. Karin would see mentioning the illogical order of events as her being misaligned, and then he would get the cold shoulder for at least two days. Unless he apologised. But if there was one thing Hitsugaya Tōshirō hated, it was apologising when he felt he didnt need to. So, it was best to avoid that at all costs.
He nearly smiled when he realised how far he had come in understanding the impossible girl next to him, but he didn't. He needed to look in pain and suffering and bloody. Then she would be apologetic in her own rather special way and he would get the nicest attitude towards him. In fact, she behaved almost like a normal girlfriend when she felt guilty. Once she even made him cookies.
Of course, Tōshirō didn't let this get to him. He had merely commented on their burnt state and in return received a quick jab towards his solar plexus.
If anyone could say that love hurts, it was Hitsugaya Tōshirō.
"Stupid... stupid... why I... damn him... so idiotic... limb from limb! That little... ugh! I hope he rots in hell! ...Bastard! If he doesn't die soon I'll do it myself! Stupid fucker!"
Her muttering had escalated into just plain ranting. Tōshirō neglected to point this out to her.
She noticed anyway and froze, quickly glancing around to see if the person she was ranting about was in distance. When she confirmed that he wasn't, she turned and quickly hit Tōshirō upside the head.
"You could have told me!"
He grimaced and added 'Headache' to his list of pains, and 'Head' to his list of places he had bruises.
"Why? This is the only entertainment I've had all day." He replied, managing to dodge the sideways kick and send her a look to let her know he was joking. "I was a bit preoccupied with the blood." He said curtly and quickened his pace.
Sometimes, the only way to stop her from getting angrier at everything was to make her feel guilty. It wasn't the nicest thing to do but he could always make up for it later.
And it made her shut up.
Making noises that sounded suspiciously like ranting under her breath she took his hand again and started leading him, albeit slower and not as forceful.
Once they got there and an officer merely raised an eyebrow as if to say 'You two again? Hitsugaya-Taichou injured? What a surprise...' and ushered them into a room. Tōshirō was asked nicely to sit on the bed and more insistently when he refused and stood there with his arms crossed. Karin replaced his hands with her own to stop the blood flowing freely and then used them to push him down.
"If I have to sit on you to keep you here, I will." She stated flatly and with narrowed eyes.
Tōshirō smirked slightly with lips covered in dried blood and shrugged. His look gained a mischievous edge and Karin knew what it meant. 'Well then... you had better sit on me'.
So she did. Tōshirō seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her chosen position (her knees either side of him) and pulls her a bit closer, placing his hands very low on her back. The lowest he could without getting hit for feeling her up.
"Look woman, just hurry up before he gets horny!"
Karin turned round and snapped to the poor blushing nurse, who squeaked and jumped forward. Karin looked at the injured captain over the bowed brunette head. Giving him a look that plainly said 'I know you're enjoying this, you bastard' he only responded with a smirk. She gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, telling herself not to hit him again.
Yet.
