AN: so the next chapters will be about nasako's fears and toshiro messing with her :D thunderstorms and needles will be squished together in this chapter. anywho, thanks to everyone who alerted or favorited the story :D damn it. this chapter will suck like shit 'cause i found out gin died, so i'm pissed and sad D; ichigo has to kill that futha mucka. SHIT! i just remembered rangiku's not dead. fuck. oh well. she got promoted lol xD FAIL!

Thunderstorms and Needles

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They were wet. It was cold. And the rain pelted their faces. "Taicho," Nasako began, holding and bracing herself for each thunder strike, Toshiro turning to face her with a scowl. "You're stupid." She finished as Toshiro grabbed her by the kosode. "Shut up. And keep walking." He growled as she scoffed, pushing him off of her. They walked slowly in the pounding rain, Nasako's voice catching in her throat every time thunder struck. Toshiro noticed this and smirked snidely, walking slowly.

Nasako sneezed, her eyes twitching in annoyance. This was stupid. Thunderstorms were stupid. Taicho was stupid. They weren't even close to the Goddamn third division. The rain was pouring on them so hard that there was a thin layer on the floor, both of them trudging on the concrete. "I... blame this on you." Nasako muttered when Toshiro turned to shoot her a glare. Thunder and lightening caused Nasako to turn around and stare at the lightening, hoping it wouldn't strike her. Taicho, it could strike, but not her.

Toshiro stopped in his tracks, looking at the large murky puddle in front of him. Nasako, unaware of her taicho that stopped, continued walking until she bumped into him, both of them falling into the large puddle. "Oh shit!" Toshiro exclaimed, wiping his face when he felt something on top of him. Then he felt something fall into his hair. Looking up, Toshiro felt a line of mud trickle into between his eyes when he threw Nasako off of him. "Ma-Matazashi! What the hell are you doing?" He screamed, touching his white hair before clenching his fist.

The fukutaicho sat there, innocently, mud in her hands. "Aw Taicho. Somebody doesn't like mud." She taunted, crawling to him as he began to crawl away. "Ma-Matazashi. I swear. You get any closer, I'm going to beat the sh-shit out of you." He said as he tried to stand up, slipping in the process. Nasako stood over him, mud slipping through her fingers. "Ma-Mataza-zashi." He warned when she lunged at him, her muddy fist making contact with his white hair. Toshiro kicked and yelled when she ran her fingers through his hair, and when she finally got off of him, Toshiro scowled. "Hey, you look pretty good as a brunette." She informed, wiping her hands. Toshiro touched his hair, growling at his new fukutaicho. "Bitch." He muttered as she raised an eyebrow.

"Brunette."

"Cacophony!"

"That doesn't make sense."

"Neither do you!"

Nasako rolled her eyes at his ignorance, standing up. Toshiro scowled, glaring at his fukutaicho when she squeaked at the sudden thunder. Toshiro's eyes widened at the sound, his lips curling into his Cheshire grin. "Did you just squeak?" He asked, laughing manically on the inside. The rain was thinning and the sky was as well, the sudden blush the crept onto Nasako's face concealed. She narrowed her eyes at her taicho. "No." She said defensively as he rolled his eyes. "You squeaked!" He pressed when she began walking away.

"Oi! Matazashi!" He called after her.

Toshiro slept hard the night. His hair still a slight color of mud, he tossed and turned when day finally came, he examined his hair in the mirror. Groaning, Toshiro changed quickly, the piece of paper crunching in his haori. He pulled out the dried piece of paper, the neat writing slightly smudged. Toshiro smiled grimly at the next item on the list. Needles. Interesting. Looking around his room for a needle of some sort, he found none. Sighing, Toshiro left his room, seeing Nasako at her desk, reading yet another manga.

"Matazashi. I'm going out for a bit." He called, fixing his sash as he waited for a response. "Yeah, yeah." She said quietly as he rolled his eyes, leaving his office. He walked down the hallways of his division, silently contemplating. Needles. Needles. Where to get needles? He asked himself as Toshiro found himself in front of the gates of the sixth division. He shrugged and let himself in, ignoring all of the guards. Toshiro walked quickly, entering Byakuya's office. "Oi, Kuchiki." Toshiro began, Renji looking at the taicho. "Hitsugaya-taicho." He greeted while Toshiro nodded at him. Byakuya looked up from his work, seeing Toshiro near his desk.

"Hitsugaya." He said, lacing his fingers together while he sat back in his chair. "Needles, Kuchiki, needles." Toshiro said simply as Byakuya furrowed his brow. "Excuse me?" He said as Toshiro looked over his desk. "Needles. Do you have needles, Kuchiki?" Toshiro asked, picking up a few stray documents. Byakuya nodded, opening a cabinet before looking Toshiro in the eye. "Why, Hitsugaya?" He asked as Toshiro shrugged, "Payback." He said simply as Byakuya handed him a needle. Toshiro left without another word.

"Oh Matazashi!" Toshiro sang as he entered his office, seeing Nasako in the same position from before. He groaned inwardly and rolled his eyes. He hoped this worked. Toshiro walked towards Nasako, catching her attention as she looked up slowly. He flicked the needle onto Nasako as she just watched, her bored expression hadn't faltered. She picked it up and looked at him, "Thanks, Taicho. I always wanted a needle. Where's the thread?" She asked sarcastically as Toshiro scowled.

Toshiro held the syringe in his hand, furrowing his brow as he pushed his office doors open. He had visited Unohana and asked her of a fear of needles. She had just smiled -in that pleasantly creepy way of hers- and handed him a syringe. The first plan hadn't worked, and Toshiro prayed on his dead heart that this did. Nasako didn't look up when he entered, and she didn't look at him when he stood in front of her. "Matazashi." Toshiro said calmly a change in tone from what Nasako usually hears, she looked up.

The color drained from her face as he held the syringe, his lips curled into an evil grin. Nasako gaped at Toshiro, throwing the manga at his chest. "G-get the hell a-away from me!" She squeaked nervously, Toshiro obviously pleased with himself. Nasako narrowed her eyes, glaring at her taicho, watching the liquid drip from the end of the large syringe. "Is somebody afraid of needles?" Toshiro cooed deviously, watching closely as his fukutaicho cringed in disgust.

"T-Taicho! I'm wa-warning you!" She said as Toshiro crawled onto the seat, holding the dripping syringe. "It's not gonna hurt one bit." Toshiro said dryly when Nasako hissed at him, trying to push the small taicho off of her. "You're a cr-cruel boy, Taicho." She managed to say, cringing into her seat as Toshiro's eye twitched. Just as the syringe was about to make contact with Nasako's skin, the doors burst opened, Renji standing in the doorway.

"Hitsugaya-tai-" He paused, staring at the sight. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down onto the ground. "Um, well. I'll come back later. Gomen'nasai." He said quietly, giving Nasako the opportunity to push Toshiro off or her, taking the syringe out of her hands while she shuddered. "Don't play shit with me like this, Taicho." She said, her eyes narrowed as she left the office. Toshiro sat on the ground, his lips twisting into a sinister grin, pulling out the piece of paper from his haori. He crossed off Thunderstorms and Needles from his list.

AN: SHITTY SHITTY SHITTY! D;