AN: i'm pissed now. i deleted the last chapter that was almost finished. but i remember most of it, so it's no biggie. school started today and was a HUGE pain in the arse, but i can still write since i got no homework for the first week of school.

The Pocky Game

enjoy~

Nasako sat with her palms supporting her face, her eyes scanning the page mindlessly when Toshiro coughed. She turned slightly to see his face; so serious and calm. Nasako hadn't even remembered by she wanted to join the tenth division. Oh, that was right! Her girlfriends had thought the taicho was so adorable and she didn't want to be left alone in some other division. She sighed near silently and turned her attention back to the manga in front of her.

Toshiro was working hard. He needed to because he was a taicho, and when taichos' didn't do their work, consequences needed to be taken. He shuddered at the thought and felt the presence of eyes dawn upon his tired body. Turning his frozen eyes to the left of him, he caught a pair of green eyes for a very brief moment before they turned away. Toshiro let his eyes linger on her reading face before turning to face his work.

She bit into the strawberry pocky Toshiro had bought to make up for what had happened the other day. Flipping to the next page, Nasako furrowed her brow at the pictures then read the words carefully before finishing the last bit of pocky. The pocky game... "Taaii-cchhoo." She called, hearing no response. What does she want now? Toshiro thought to himself as he stamped yet another piece of paper. Nasako frowned, pulling out another stick of pocky.

"To-shi-ro." She called once more, Toshiro's eyes twitching at the use of his name, though he stayed silent.

"Shi-ro-chan." He was slightly annoyed but stayed silent.

"To-shi-kun."

"What, Matazashi?" Toshiro snapped impatiently, slamming his palms onto the desk. "What's your favorite flavored pocky?" Toshiro's head made contact with the desk when he snarled in irritation. "That's it?" He barked as she nodded. He sighed loudly before picking up the pen once more. "Strawberry." The taicho answered bluntly, listening to the snap of the cookie. "Toshi-kun?" Nasako mused once more, seeing the blazing Hell in his eyes. "Don't call me that!" He demanded as she shrugged.

"Wanna play a game?" Nasako finally asked. Toshiro groaned and laid his head on the desk, his arm slightly supporting it. "I don't want to play one of your shit games, Matazashi." She scoffed and snapped the strawberry pocky loudly. "I didn't make it up." He looked up at her, his blue eyes glistening in the midday light. "I don't want to play a shit game that you found." He clarified, listening to her snort. "You're such a wuss." She mocked, seeing the vein pop in his forehead. "What the hell did you just say?" Toshiro demanded through his teeth.

"Toshi-kun's a wuss!' Nasako cried innocently, seeing him rise from his seat, fists balled. "Fine, we'll play your shit game." He gave in, emphasizing the 'shit'. No emotion change came across her face as she hopped from the seat with a new piece of pocky, patting the ground in front of her as she sat on the floor. Toshiro sighed over-dramatically and sat down with his legs crossed, waiting for her to explain the game. "The point of the game is to finish the pocky without touching the other person." Rubbing his temples, Toshiro sighed once more, "Is that it?" She nodded. "And if I do this, will you do your work?" She nodded again. "Okay, let's begin." They positioned the strawberry pocky to their liking and began eating away. Just as they came to the middle, their lips brushed, Nasako pulled away immediately.

"Fantastic, I win. Now get to work, Matazashi." He growled, brushing crumbs from his hakama. Nodding, Nasako sat down at her desk only realizing that she had run out of pocky. "Shit. I'll be right back." She said quickly, leaving the room. "Wait! Mata- Oh whatever." He muttered, listening to the door close. Toshiro burst from his seat and scurried to her temporary desk and lifted the manga that was held on a page. "Let's see what Matazashi's shit game really is..." Toshiro said under his breath, seeing the two main characters in a lip lock. He snorted and placed it down, "And she said it wasn't a shoujo manga." He shook his head as he darted back to his seat, lifting his pen once more.

Nasako reentered the office and peeled open the fresh new box as she sat down, meeting Toshiro's icy gaze. She narrowed her green eyes slightly and sat down, nibbling on yet another piece of pocky. "Yeah?" She asked, his gaze growing more intense. "Hey, say what," Toshiro paused, leaning back into his chair with his fingers laced. "What." Nasako said obediently, Toshiro lowering his head in her lack of common sense.

"Let's play that game again." He breathed, Nasako raising an eyebrow. "Oh? I thought you didn't like my 'shit games'." She mimicked, Toshiro growing agitated. "Just, come on. One more time, Matazashi." She sighed and pulled out the strawberry pocky and descended to the floor where Toshiro already sat. He snatched the pocky from her loose grip, seeing her protest. "How about you close your eyes this time?" Toshiro asked, mimicking the words he saw sprawled on the page. Furrowing her brow, Nasako did hesitantly, feeling the pocky press her lips ever so slightly. Without warning, Toshiro had began eating away at the cookie, Nasako doing the same.

Just as they came to the middle, Nasako began pulling away when she was gently pushed against the side of the desk, feeling his lips against hers. She opened her eyes widely, seeing him smirk as he pulled away. Nasako's face flushed a bright pink as she lowered her face, his smirk shining just as bright. "Admit it, Matazashi. You like me." He whispered against her lips as she diverted her eyes from his. "I don't like you, Taicho." She said above a whisper, tensing under the feel of his lips grazing hers. "Oh, Matazashi. You know you love me." Toshiro taunted once more, running his fingertips against her cheek.

"I hate you, Taicho. Loving you would be disgusting." Nasako tried weakly, feeling the smirk pierce her. "Don't play hard to get, Matazashi." Her eyes widened when she smirked, Toshiro caught off guard by the sudden curl of her lips. He had never seen her smile, nonetheless smirk! What had swept over the girl in such a moment? "Is that so? Does that mean you like me too, Taicho?" Shit. He thought pulling away from her, his face starting to grow pink. "Did the cat bite your tongue, Toshi-kun?" She whispered to him as Toshiro met her eyes, seeing her crawl towards him. "I don't like you, Matazashi!" He managed to say as his back made contact with his desk.

"Admit it, Taicho. You like me." Nasako mimicked, letting her hand run over his shoulder. He swallowed hard; beat at his own game. First his haori, then his kosode, then the shitagi and he was left with a bare shoulder, shuddering beneath her touch. "Matazashi." He warned in a threatening tone, feeling her breath against his lips. "Oh, Taicho. You know you love me." She continued to mock. Just as Nasako was going to go on, the doors burst opened, a grinning Matsumoto standing in the doorway.

"Taicho, I'm baaack~!" She sang as she skipped into the office, Nasako standing up to leave the office. "Matsumoto-fukutaicho, I finished most of your work." Toshiro stood up and gaped as he fixed his shihakusho and haori before yelling at her. "Matazashi! Get back here! I'm not done yelling at you!" Toshiro groaned and turned to his fukutaicho who furrowed her brow. "I think there's something going on between you and Nasako-chan!" She sang some more when Toshiro shot her a glare.

"Shut. Up." Toshiro growled through his teeth, clenching his fists and squaring his shoulders. Rangiku flinched slightly, before grinning. "Oo~ I think someone's a bit touchy about their relationship!"

"Matsumoto!"

AN: man is this one SHITTY chapter D; the next update will come when i am not busy with syllabi and homework. until then~