AN: okay, i finally figured out a good role for nasako 'cause y'know how rangiku is still alive. she's a temp fukutaichou :DD ran-chan is in the living world (i almost typed living room lol) doing some stuffies. so nasako fills in for her. anyways, the spiders one happens by itself, toshiro has nothin' to do with it lol. oh and the idea from this came from Kitsune Moonstar's Kisses Sweeter Than Wine. it's a great read :D i'm still emo that gin's dead. D; lmao, nasako loves toying with toshiro :DDD oh and the title is actually supposed to say U~ōku kyori but things look more creative that way ;D

Spiders and Heights

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It was another lazy morning, Nasako's head laid down on the desk as she read another manga. Taicho had been gone for-ever and she didn't want to do any work. It wasn't in her person to do work. Ever. Being temporary fukutaicho was a pain. As she flipped the page, Nasako's green eyes flitted towards the small object that hung before her face. It took a moment for her to comprehend, and when she did, she screamed.

Toshiro had been at the end of the hall, conversing with a few officers when the scream caught him off guard. "What the- Matazashi!" He yelled, running down hallway. He burst through the doors, "Ma-Matazashi!" He panted, looking about, seeing that there was no blood. To further inspection, everything seemed in place. As he pushed the chair around, he found Nasako on the ground, her face slightly pink. "Matazashi! What the hell happened?" He barked at his third seat -or temporary fukutaicho- as she pointed. Toshiro turned around quickly, seeing nothing. "There's nothing there." He muttered, Nasako standing up quickly. "Y-yes there is!" She barked back, Toshiro's eye twitching.

"There. Is. Nothing. There." He growled as Nasako shrunk down behind him, her hands on his shoulders. Toshiro's body tensed at the sudden touch, his hard face soften as one of her arms wrapped around his neck, the other pointing forward. "Don't you see it?" She whispered, her breath tickling his skin. His eyes widened suddenly when he pushed Nasako off of him. "Ma-Matazashi! What the hell!" He yelled, his face slightly pink. Nasako's expression hadn't changed slightly, but her eyes widened in fear as something crawled down from the ceiling.

Toshiro stared at the spider that hung in front of Nasako's eyes, then cringed at her scream. Fumbling backwards, Nasako hissed. "T-Taicho! Get it away from me!" She yelled as Toshiro burst into laughter. "You're afraid of the spider?" He managed to say as he doubled over in laughter. "T-Taicho! Get rid of it!" She pleaded through her teeth as she shrunk back, the spider crawling down on the web. Toshiro stifled his laughter as he let the spider crawl onto his finger. He then proceeded to open a window and let it crawl out. Wiping his hands, he smirked wickedly at his temporary fukutaicho.

"That was something I didn't know about you." Toshiro mused as Nasako stood up, towering him slightly. "Something else you don't know about me is that I hate little, white-haired boys." She said through her teeth, storming off. "Mood swings!" He called after her, "Midget!" She called back. Toshiro scoffed, pulling the piece of paper from his haori, he crossed of Spiders. All that was left was heights. How was he going to do that?

"Taicho, I don't want to be here." Nasako said monotonously, following after her midget taicho that wore a black long-sleeved shirt as well as a pair of jeans. "Shut up, Matazashi. Just do as you're told." He growled, hands in his pockets. She scoffed and crossed her arms, pulling the hat over her head a bit more. Karakura was boring. Gigais were a pain in the ass. She pinched the green sweater she wore and huffed. "Taicho, this is stupid. You're stupid." She said as he turned around to glare at her.

"How dare you talk to your Taicho that way?" He barked as she rolled her eyes. "Will you be quiet? People will think we're a couple." Nasako said, walking on. Toshiro scowled, following her closely, thinking about heights. Where is a place that is high up? The small taicho asked himself as he glanced around. "Taaaichoo," Nasako said in a monotonously whiny tone - if that was possible. "What, Matazashi?" He barked rudely as Nasako raised an eyebrow. She pointed at the manga store across the street, "Can we go there?" She asked, Toshiro crossing his arms. He looked at all of the manga that were advertised in the window. Seriously, what was wrong with her?

"I'm not made of money, Matazashi." He informed as she shrugged. "You're not tall either, but I'm not complaining." She retorted grabbing his wrist in the process. "Come on, I only need one." Nasako informed slightly, walking across the street. Toshiro frowned, following his temporary fukutaicho into the manga store, she dropped his wrist. He watched Nasako walk around the large store and looked at various covers before picking one up. Toshiro stood behind her, looking at the intricate cover. U~ōku kyor!. The cover had two people with swords in their hands and a large ferris wheel. That's it!

"Matazashi. Hurry up and buy your shoujo manga and let's go." Toshiro commanded as Nasako turned to glare at him. "It isn't a shoujo manga, it's a shounen." She said through her teeth as Toshiro rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. C'mon hurry up." Nasako sighed loudly and walked to the counter, paying the man and returned with a bag. "So, what's so important?" She asked as they left the store. Toshiro grinned wickedly to himself as he looked around. "Nothing. Let's just keep walking." He instructed, pushing his hands into his pants pockets. Nasako huffed and followed behind.

Toshiro kept his blue eyes opened for a ferris wheel when he spotted one. It looked very tall and the theme park ahead of them didn't look so packed. He turned his attention to Nasako who looked around at many things when he grabbed her hand. "Let's go over there." He said, dragging the shinigami like a rag doll. "Taicho, if this is your sad attempt to be romantic, try again." She managed to say as Toshiro laughed sarcastically. "Believe me, Matazashi, if I was interested in you, I wouldn't have to try." He said cockily.

Nasako snorted, "So what you're saying that you're looks would just make me fall for you?" She asked as they continued down the long line. Toshiro turned around with his fists on his hips, a determined look in his eyes. "You know it!" He exclaimed as Nasako rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Yeah, whatever." Toshiro scoffed and motioned for her to follow. Once they neared the large ferris wheel, he grabbed the ends of hat and brought it over her eyes. "Hey! Ta-Taicho!" She managed to say, Toshiro guiding her blindingly towards the empty line of the ferris wheel. A few people had already taken seats, obviously couples.

Once on, the man behind the controls said to Toshiro, "Have fun." He grinned deviously, "I assure you I will." Taking their seats with the cart rocking in the wind gently, Toshiro took off Nasako hat, seeing the color drain from her face. "T-T-Taicho!" She managed to say, looking over the edge. "Yeah, Matazashi?" He answered evilly. "Yo-you're an e-evil l-little bo-boy." Her words came out choppy as he smirked. Nasako slowly stood from her seat, grabbing the collar of Toshiro's shirt, she drew his face close to hers. "Matazashi! What are you doing?" He asked standing in an awkward position. "I-I'm gonna th-throw yo-your sh-short a-ass off of this thing, that's wh-what!" She threatened as she tried to open the door, Toshiro struggling against her.

"Matazashi! Calm down for a second, can't yo-" His footing was shifted and he came tumbling down onto her. They both fell to the ground, the cart rocking viciously. Toshiro's face was pink as he supported himself clumsily, his body barely apart from hers. Looking at her face with shaky eyes, Toshiro noticed her face had been a slight pink color as well. The taste of her lips was candy and all around sweet. He pulled his lips from hers, staring into her green eyes. He watched as she sat up stumblingly, both of their faces at the same level.

The wind blew the cart in a direction that threw Nasako into Toshiro's arms, both of them a bewildered pink and rendered speechless. He felt his arms tightening around her body, a new feeling sweeping over him. He felt her fingers grasp his shirt, burying her face into the crook of his neck. What happened to Matazashi? A moment ago she was all scared and pissed, but now... now she's quiet and holding me... The ferris wheel gently shook when it stopped suddenly, trembling in the wind. Toshiro stood up with Nasako following his movements swiftly, clutching onto him as the cart staggered slightly. He looked out the small window and saw that they had stopped at the top. The city of Karakura had been painted a light pink. The taicho had to admit it was romantic... not that he liked Nasako or anything. Come on, Toshiro, you don't like her. She obviously doesn't like you. But... she is holding me right now. No, it's just her fear of heights. Man, do I feel like an ass right now. What is this feeling, though? It feels weird when she's holding me. I kind of like it...

Nasako felt her breath against his skin and shirt, inhaling slowly. She was afraid of heights and there had been no denying it. She couldn't play it cool when she was this high up. And when that idiot Taicho of her's just had to move when she was about to throw him out the window, their lips had to meet. I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him! Taicho's an ass and... he's stupid. But he is cute... SHIT this is getting to my head. Nasako breathed hard, inhaling the one-of-a-kind smell that radiated off of his skin and clothing. The grip she held on his tightened when they began moving, rocking back and forth in the wind. Suddenly, Nasako felt herself falling into something. Opening her eyes and pulling away from the crook of Toshiro's neck, she saw that he had sat down, his arms still around her protectively.

"T-Taicho?" She managed to say. He looked down at her and wasn't that short, annoying, stubborn taicho of hers. His eyes were soft and warming juxtaposed to the color, his lips set straight. His usual pale skin was tinted with a light pink as he held her. "I'm sorry." He muttered, diverting his eyes from hers. "What?" Nasako said, prying herself from his arms, instinctively jumping back into them as the cart rocked. "I said I was sorry!" He yelled at her, the normal taicho coming back.

"If you're sorry, then why the hell did you do it in the first place, you ass hole!" Nasako yelled back, Toshiro's eyes twitching. "Is that the way to talk to your taicho?" He bellowed as Nasako narrow her eyes and squeeze his wrist. "It isn't if my taicho wasn't short, annoying and temperamental!" Nasako hissed, standing up once more. It had taken a lot of will power not to cower and squirm back into his arms but she managed.

"I hate you!" They both yelled at each other.

Actually, I think I kind of like you, Taicho...

AN: this chapter was actually really fun to right. sorry if it's rushed. i have to go to bed. REVIEW!