AN: :O WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT? HOW BOUT YOU READ ON! lol OH AND. nasako's on my dA page, which is on my profile :3
"I Hate Haru More Than I Hate You."
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Nasako stared at the white-haired taicho in front of her before bursting into laughter, stronger than before. Score one, for me. Toshiro thought to himself, rolling his eyes as she went on. A few minutes went on as she continued laughing, Toshiro turning to Haru who stared with worried eyes. Once she stopped laughing, the usual boring and dull color returned to her eyes as she smirked. "Are you done?" Toshiro asked. Nasako sucked in a heavy breath and nodded, rubbing her damp eyes.
"And you told me you didn't like me." She said accusingly, crossing her arms. Toshiro rolled his eyes, sighing. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Come on, we need to get going." Nasako raised an eyebrow, turning to look at Haru who turned his head to the side. She sighed exasperatedly, waving goodbye to the human. "Wait, where are two going?" Haru asked worriedly. "Just some stuff. I'll see you tomorrow." Nasako answered bluntly, following Toshiro. Well... it isn't as awkward as I thought... The white-haired taicho told himself. They walked down the street in utter silence, blanking out all of the other silence.
"Matazashi..." Toshiro finally said, breaking the silent ice as she turned to face him. "Yeah?" She answered, her green eyes keeping themselves away from his. "What is up with you and the color green?" He finally asked. He thought it was annoying. And cute. Annoyingly cute. "What's wrong with it?" Nasako replied, raising an eyebrow. Toshiro shrugged, hands in his pockets. "You wore a green shirt yesterday and a green sweater today."
"It's the color of my eyes, of course I would wear a shirt the same color as my eyes." Nasako said defensively, crossing her arms. "Yeah, but you don't see me wearing blue shirts." Toshiro countered, Nasako reaching out to tug on the bright blue Polo he wore. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." Toshiro said, walking away with his eyes narrowed. "I don't know anyone I hate more than you," The Jyu-taicho muttered, his subordinate listening for a continuation. "I thought you said you loved me."
"I hate loving you, and love hating you." Toshiro continued on, turning to glare at Nasako as she faked a smile. "I hate Haru more than I hate you." Nasako snorted, soon to double over with laughter.
The two Shinigami wandered mindlessly in the deep forest, keeping a close eye on everything. The wind blowing their hair ever so slightly, silence overpowering the two of them. It was oddly quiet, considering the fact that there was small park only a block and a half away. Toshiro let his eyes scan the ground. They had gotten an update on the hollow from Kurosaki stating that the Hollow tends to manifest in shadows, tending to lurk on the ground. His sapphire eyes swept the ground as the two shinigami climbed out of their gigais.
"There isn't anything here." Nasako said tiredly and sadly. She wanted to be with Haru right now. She sighed exasperatedly, kicking around a small rock. Nasako rattled her zanpakuto until it fell into her hands; a precaution. Toshiro turned to look at his third seat, feeling anxious. He wanted to see her release her zanpakuto since he'd never seen it. Toshiro thought it was really funny that he'd never seen his own subordinate's zanpakuto, although, he didn't really like most of his subordinates.
A sickening feeling arose, both the shinigami bracing themselves. A loud outburst startled the two, a dark shadow appearing beneath their feet. Nasako and Toshiro skipped away, zanpakuto's unsheathing. "Matazashi!" Toshiro called worriedly, seeing that his subordinate looked fine. Mumbling something he couldn't hear, when a gust of wind blew him off guard. Toshiro stood up slowly, seeing the shadow manifest into a hideous figure. The remnants of the mask barely covered its bloody face. They were right, Toshiro began to think, This is a new breed of Hollow. An ugly one too. His third seat holding a normal katana with a spiraled guard. It looked boring... just like her coincidently.
As for the Hollow, its body was cloaked by a long and ragged cloth; resembling a tiny Menos. It had long fingernails that curled and chipped inwards, teeth that were ground flat. Toshiro felt his spine tingle. What a hideous creature. No wonder why it never comes out so often; it's so damn ugly. Toshiro thought to himself scornfully, keeping a close eye on Nasako.
"Hitokuchi," She began, Toshiro leaning in to get a closer look. "Sāsuti-fū." Another large gust filled the crowded space of the forest. Once passed, the third seat had disappeared, causing a horrible feeling to grow in the Taicho's stomach. "Matazashi!" Toshiro called once more, this time more frantically. From his lips came a cold, dry breath turning into the shape of a figure. The figure began manifest into his third seat, and to his astonishment, he couldn't believe how that had happened. "Jeez, what kind of an over-protective bitch are you?" Nasako joked, disappearing in the wind. Toshiro took umbrage at her comment, as he closed his lips.
Nasako reform in front of the hollow that stared mildly at her, Nasako's body becoming dense once more. Her zanpakuto vanished into the air, her fingers going up to her arms. "Come on, catch me." She taunted, cascading in the small breeze. Toshiro watched closely, seeing that she wasn't completely air. She was also her Reiatsu, meaning that she could still get hurt. He bit his lip, watching the small particles float around the monstrous demon. What was so wrong with this hollow? It looks like any normal hollow... or is it?
AN: sorry for such a short and late chapter! i've been really busy with homework and family stuff. and sorry for another cliffhanger. sorry if it was rushed. sorry for saying sorry so much. i'll try to update asap. bai. i love you guys~ don't forget to review!