SOOOOO...
If you've been with me for the last few months, you'll have known this story from BEFORE it was re-written.
And while It wasn't re-written, I had a Christmas special written...
CHRISTMAS SPECIAL, HOMGGG. And it's NOT EVEN CHRISTMAS! *hits self*
IT'S SO FAR FROM CHRISTMAS, LMAO. But I thought I'd post it for old time's sake and also, I didn't want to put it to waste and post it next year. Double kill, alrighty, let's do this baby.
SO HERE IT IS: YOU HAD ME AT I HATE YOU, CHRISTMAS CHAPTER.
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I don't own nothing, except possibly Ayumi Sakurada... I'm merely writing to let my creativity flow out, so no money or lawsuits are involved, folks.
-X-
Captain Hitsugaya's clock hung comfortably on the right side of his office. That Clock had always watched him. It watched him from the very beginning when Toushirou first moved in with his snowy, white hair and alarming teal eyes. Albeit the hair and eyes unchanged, the captain himself was another story. Especially now more than ever, seeing as his heart had lagged behind in his adolescence.
The Clock ticked away busily on the wall as it did, every day, of every year, of every second – except for when its batteries had to be changed. It was always lodged on the wall, unmoving, while Toushirou glanced up ever so constantly to check if he was working too slow, too fast, or just right. The Clock never understood why the young captain was always so hard on himself. No other Captain set a time limit for when their full paperwork had to be done. The Clock would know; it conversed with other office clocks through the walls.
Thus, the Clock also knew that it was 30 minutes ahead of the actual time, as it had been for over a century. However, no one had corrected him to the proper time, seeing as the only individual who ever looked at the Clock was Hitsugaya Toushirou: the one who merely used it to time himself.
One day, (the Clock knew it as the 23rd day of December) the captain of the Ninth Division opened Toushirou's door while he was out on a mission. She began reaching into her pant pocket and retrieved an envelope. The Clock watched politely in silence as she gently placed it on his desk. She made a weird nose as she sighed, picking up the note again. She stared at it, before placing it on the desk yet again.
Another groan. She picked up the envelope and turned.
She stopped in her steps, standing in stillness before spinning around on her heel and walking towards his desk.
Then she stopped; turned around to face the door.
And turned again.
Another groan.
Followed by immature stomping.
As the Clock watched the girl repeat this pattern several times, it brought him amusement to have a bet with itself whether she would end up leaving the envelope on his desk, or not. Besides, its captain would be back soon, so the girl had to hurry.
Several minutes past, and she was still tapping her foot on the carpet floor, envelope drumming against her lips. She was sitting in Captain Hitsugaya's chair, spinning around. Her eyes snapped up, and the Clock figured that she had come to her decision, but instead she gave a panicked curse, furiously searching the room with her eyes for any place to hide.
The Clock finally understood. She sensed the reiatsu of Captain Hitsugaya nearby.
She tucked the envelope into her pant pocket again, shooting up from the seat, not noticing the letter drop from her pocket. She dashed for the door, sliding it shut. The Clock could only hear a few footsteps, before nothing but its own ticking.
The Clock randomly wondered if it had lost the bet with itself.
As the door slid open slowly a few moments later, teal eyes scanned the room. He walked in, merely looking at the ground, concentrating on who had been in the room. The Clock ticked louder on purpose to annoy the Captain. It was sure that the Girl would not want him to know she was in there.
Toushirou exhaled sharply from his nose as he walked over to his office chair and took a seat, rubbing his temples for a few moments before reaching out to place a stack of paperwork in his workspace.
He hadn't noticed the slightly wrinkled envelope underneath his chair.
The Clock sounded away, thirty minutes ahead of reality.
-X-
The Next Day, (December 24th, the Clock noted) Toushirou had no missions whatsoever, so he stayed in his office completing his stacks of paper work. The Clock silently criticized Soul Society for killing so many trees.
The Clock then concluded that its Captain would never leave his office and that it would be stuck with another boring day of ticking.
5 hours later into the day, at 12:32 noon, Matsumoto Rangiku threw open the door and stomped in, with absolutely no thought of 'respect' on her mind.
"Why aren't you with Ayumi Tai-cho, you Scrooge!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs, hand on her Captain's desk.
Toushirou furrowed his white brows. "What are you talking about? We're not even-"
"Spare me that crap," she rolled her eyes, swooning backwards in sarcasm. "We all know how your lonely, little-boy heart feels about her!"
After a tinge of pink crossed his cheeks, Toushirou looked at his desk. "I'm not going to let a stupid reason like a holiday hinder my duties as a Captain."
"Bullsh*t. And you're going to let paper obstruct your love life?"
Toushirou blinked in confusion. "What on earth are you talking about, Matsumoto? What on earth brought you to the conclusion that I-...Think whatever you'd like. I'm not leaving this spot."
The orange haired Woman stared at her captain intensely, scanning him for any signs of weakness.
She glowered. "Scrooge. Who's ever heard of not spending Christmas with your girlfriend when she's RIGHT THERE!"
"She's not my-"
The slam of his office door interrupted his sentence, and he gazed at his paperwork dejectedly. He decided to finish the sentence, anyways.
"She's not my girlfriend..."
The Clock found this odd.
-X-
7 o'clock was the next point in time where activity rose in the boring, miserable office. Toushirou looked up even before the knock came from the other side of the door.
"It's Sa-"
"Come in." Toushirou cut off the girl's words.
Whoever it was on the other side cleared their throat.
The door slid open and the Clock recognized it to be the girl from the other day, who dropped the letter underneath the chair. It still had yet to be found.
"Uh... Well, uhm..." she said, hands hidden behind her.
Toushirou stared at her as she wrenched her hands behind her back, out of his view.
"I was wondering if you were... mad at me?" she said slowly, as if testing the waters.
"Mad at you... for what?
"You know, yesterday I-..." she trailed off, staring at Toushirou confused. The Clock ticked quietly as silence hung in the air. Perhaps the girl was wondering if the Captain had found her note. She cleared her throat again, whispering, "Never mind, then."
"Sakurada, what did you do?" Toushirou glared onward, suspicions rising.
"Nothing."
"Explain."
"Oh, so I have to do something for you to get mad, now? Last time I checked, you could get mad for no apparent reason," she tripped over her words somewhat, and the clock could tell she was improvising. "Well are you mad at me? I mean, are you mad at someone? You haven't left your office at all, according to Matsumoto and it's... yeah."
"It's what?"
"The day before Christmas," she finished with a raised eyebrow, watching his body for any reaction.
"I have this," he said gesturing offhandedly at the stacks of paper stationed on his desk.
The girl blinked. "You're serious? You're actually going to stay in for Christmas because of PAPER?"
"That's the exact point Matsumoto tried to persuade me with, and rest assured, she failed miserably."
"Scrooge."
"Don't start."
"Fine then!" The girl huffed, turning around to head out the door. "I'll go spend Christmas Eve with Hisagi!"
If Toushirou weren't the most dignified of men (boys), he would have dropped his jaw.
Instead, he watched as she closed his office door, with no trace of her black hair ever being in the room.
The ticking in the room respectfully became much quieter.
-X-
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the office, not a creature was stirring-
Except for a clock, if you can call it a 'creature', half an hour ahead.
The office door of the Tenth Division glided open and a figure stepped into the room. The figure was dressed in all black, with his or her shinigami uniform and a black hood over his/her head, suppressing any views of the intruder's face. It walked around Toushirou's desk and began opening drawers. Whipping out a flashlight from the side, it used the light to search the occupants of the drawer. Moving onto the next drawer and the next, the intruder seemed unsatisfied.
After a pause, the clock watched the trespasser creep to the office paper bin and kneeling down in front of it. Rustling through the bin, the black figure pulled out an envelope and opened it, reading its message before digging back into the bin. Pulling out another envelope to read, the figure was again disappointed.
Another few seconds of thinking before the person stood up, walking around the room and merely searching the shelves with his/her eyes. Ember eyes stopped on the clock.
"Hey..." Checking his/her own watch, she took the clock off its hinge and twisted it so that the second hand was 30 minutes behind where it originally was.
"Wrong time," the person mumbled to him/herself. She turned around to eye the room once more, before taking off her hood to let her black hair flow down her back. Heaving a frustrated sigh, the female intruder left the office.
There was absolutely no sound in the office for a few seconds.
-X- (A/N: Sorry if the next few parts confuse you/seem too OOC. I twisted a few things for a plotline. My apologies if you feel the need to chuck sharp objects at me...)
Fireworks erupted into the sky suddenly in the afternoon, and Captain Hitsugaya scowled in his office.
"Merry Christmas!" bellowed an awfully cheery, and daring voice from outside, far away.
"Happy Holidays!" came from the same direction, followed by more fireworks and loud laughing.
Toushirou rolled his eyes and wondered if there really was something wrong with him or if it was everybody else.
He understood the whole pizzazz of Christmas. The celebration of Jesus' birth, and whatnot; A day of 'giving' and 'sharing'; Santa Clause, and all his merry frickin' reindeer which do not exist.
Yet he didn't seem to care. The true reason he didn't celebrate Christmas was because he didn't have a reason to. He could 'give' and 'share' any other day he felt like it, and Jesus' birth... let's just say he didn't believe in all the ruckus about it, seeing as he stubbornly concluded that there was no way to pinpoint the actual birth date of Jesus' birth unless witnessed. Therefore celebrating it on the wrong date was just as bad as not celebrating it, and the latter seemed to use less energy and time.
If one hadn't known better, one would have though Toushirou was merely making up excuses for himself.
Like he always did.
About everything.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS, TAI-CHO! WOO!" screamed an obviously drunk Rangiku as she bounded into his office with a flourish.
"Matsumoto," Toushirou rubbed his temples, feeling a migraine coming on. "What did I tell you about coming into my office drunk as a skunk?"
Her bouncy orange waves swayed side to side as she rocked. "But I've only been drinking eggnog, Tai-cho!"
"You've been chugging down sake, Matsumoto Fuku-taicho, at an alarming rate, too..." Kira Izuru, Captain of the Third Division corrected her brusquely. "Hitsugaya Tai-cho," he acknowledge reverently.
"Kira Fuku-taicho," Toushirou responded, looking at Matsumoto now. "Matsumoto, you've done your task, now leave my office."
"Tai-choooo!" The woman hiccupped. "The Entire Gotei 13 is off duty, except YOOUUUUUUUUU, hic," she grunted. "Maataku!(Geez!)"
"I highly doubt that. Every year, Kuchiki Tai-cho, Zaraki-"
"WELL YOU'RE WRONG! AHAHA- hic," Rangiku giggled like a young schoolgirl talking about her crush. "Ayumi-chan got'em, hic, out this year! They all went on a lil date! Aheh... hic."
Toushirou blinked a few times before looking over to Izuru, who was smiling ever so noticeably, almost sorrowful.
"It's true, Hitugaya Tai-cho. Captain Sakurada rallied an entire group of captains and vice-captains, and forced them to go to the Human World Karakura Christmas Festival..."
Teal eyes twitched in envy confusion. "And she left the two of you here...?"
"Oh, uh..." Izuru cleared his throat. "She named the group... 'Scrooges'."
Toushirou would have smiled at the obviousness, if he had not the tremendous mix of feelings he felt in his chest weighing him down. "And after Matsumoto, here, claimed that I was a-"
A giant hiccup – probably emphasized, to draw attention – erupted from Rangiku before he jumped onto Toushirou's desk. "SHE DITCHED YOU HERE BECAUSE YOU –hic- PISSED HER OFF! AHEEEEEEHEEEEEEEE..." Rangiku burst into an uncontrollable seizure/brain damage dance/giggle fit on the floor before her lunch traveled up her esophagus and out her mouth, onto Hitsugaya's office floor.
"MATSUMOTO!"
Izuru raised an eyebrow when Toushirou stormed out of his office to fetch a cleaner, instead of telling Izuru complete the task for him.
-X-
His arms were folded behind his head as he lay on brown roof tiles. He rested on the roof of his room, staring up at the clear blue sky, concentrating.
Toushirou had needed a breather. After all Ayumi had said about him not celebrating Christmas, she decides to leave him behind while she elopes with 20 other people to a festival!
... How did the word ELOPE get in there?
"Shirou-chan." Toushirou blinked his eyes into focus. He recognized the voice as his childhood friend, Hinamori Momo, Vice Captain of the Fifth Division.
"Hitsugaya Tai-cho, for the last time," he said, positioning himself to upright sitting so that he could see her.
She smiled lightly. "You only go on rooftops to think, and you haven't done that in over a decade, Toushirou."
Toushirou looked to the side. "Well, many things have changed in over a decade..."
"...You're blind if you're talking about your height."
"HINA-"
"I'm not the best at giving advise, Shirou-chan, especially about... relationships," she seemed to pause and think for a second, as if testing the word and questioning herself. "But I do have one thing to say to you."
Toushirou gazed at his friend intently, rather curious.
Compassion: out, Aggravation: In. "That if you're a big enough SCROOGE to let paperwork get in the way of spending Christmas with your girlfriend, I would have ditched you, too!"
He nearly did a facefault as he registered her words. "I told you already... Sakurada and I aren't-"
"Save it! Matsumoto told me enough, that I didn't even need to question Ayumi's sudden PMS aura! I mean, what were you thinking, Shirou! Aiyee, you're the worst ladies' man ever!"
"I-"
"No, let me talk, boy!" Momo continued in a motherly tone, and Toushirou nearly looked taken back. "There's only 6 more hours of Christmas left, and 6 more hours you can fix your stupid mistake, so take the chance, Shirou, so you can at least have one memorable Christmas with Ms. Sakurada incase she dies in her sleep tomorrow!"
She was breathing rather hard when she was done, and Toushirou dared speak. He knew from experience that sometimes, it was best not to interrupt a fiery girl in the middle of something she really wants to say.
"Is Christmas... really that important?"
Momo stared at him in bewilderment, before genuinely considering the question.
"I would love to give you a half hour lecture about the meaning of Christmas and its Origins, but honestly speaking, I'm not sure if I'm right about it. But," she looked at him with confused pupils. "Don't you... have a reason to celebrate Christmas, Toushirou? Any reason at all?"
When he failed to respond for a minute, Momo looked clearly had a double-take.
...
"Well, that changes things."
Change of plans. She made a mental note.
"I gotta go now. I'm going with Rangiku to the Karakura Festival for the last few hours. See ya!" she turned around, and ran, before throwing her voice back. "You better come, Shirou!"
He hadn't bothered to correct her this time, because he was too busy thinking. Not that he could correct her, seeing as she dashed off too quickly for his voice to reach her.
Karakura Christmas Event, eh? Maybe... if he had time.
-X-
Toushirou decided that if he wasn't going to celebrate Christmas, he wasn't going to do his paperwork today, either. That, for one, was a start. By next year, he didn't want to be called a Scrooge by anyone anymore, especially Ayu—
Ahem. So he stayed in his room and took a hot shower.
He came out drying his hair with a towel, with only his shihakusho on. Falling atop his bed, he decided to sleep awhile. It was a good way to pass time, he concluded, seeing as there was nothing else for him to do.
(From the back of his head, he heard someone call him 'short prick'.)
It took him 3 hours to go to sleep and wake up again, half an hour to try and fall back asleep, and another half hour to finally decide that it was useless. He was as awake as ever before and perhaps laying in bed wasn't the best way to pass time after all.
He decided to take a stroll back to the office to check if it had been locked, since he had stormed out disrespectfully and had not returned since. He took a long brown coat from his closet quickly and wandered out.
It was 10 o'clock already, he noticed, and 2 hours to the end of Christmas. He felt almost guilty that he had wasted the entire day neither celebrating nor completing a sufficient amount of paperwork. Perhaps he would finish some of it, while he was in his office...
The door was locked, courtesy of Izuru and not Rangiku, of course. After unlocking it, he walked towards his desk and noticed a scrunched up envelope on top of his desk and a note beside it.
'Heyyy Tai-cho! Sorry about your floor. But that Hanataro guy really cleaned up well, so no worries! Won't happen again (hopefully). Ku-fu-fu-fu...
Oh, and he also found an envelope for you. I tried to look at it for you so you wouldn't have to, but- IZURU WOULDN'T LEMME TT . TT
So here ya go and MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU SCROOGE! CHYAAAA!
-Rangi(insert scribbling here)'
Nosy about my personal information as always, Matsumoto, he thought, before flattening out the envelope to read his name '日番谷 冬獅郎' printed in neat writing.
... This writing...
He opened the letter hurriedly, and threw the envelope back on the ground. His eyes scanned the words, taking in every one of them as fast as he could.
'Alrighty, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome (Heehee)
Uh... I don't know how to say this, so I'll try my bestest (:
So... I'm going back to Karakura on the 25th for the festival and I was wondering if... you'd like to come with me?
As friends! And because uhm... everyone from school knows you already, and yeah... it'd be less awkward to come with a guy none of them know, and I don't want them thinking I'm part of some mafia and I got arranged in a marriage and then my dad, the mafia leader, told me that I had to go with Mr. Arranged, because you know, that would be confusing. For them. Yeah...
I'll be at the gates 10:00AM to leave on the 25th, so if you want to come, BE THERE! I'm not going to wait, and if you don't go, I'll have to make rearrangements, and rearrangements suck, ok?
-Sakurada'
Toushirou's eyes darted to his clock, searching for the time. It would take him probably an hour to get to Karakura if the portal was even open and if he could get to the west side fast enough, and God knows how long it would take to find her in a crowd of people while she's in her gigai and suppressing her energy.
10:47.
The Clock watched Toushirou hurtle out of his office, and mentally took note that the one time he was of importance to his captain, he did not fail.
It would be sure to thank the girl somehow.
"Ikkanzaka-san! I need to get the human world, fast."
"Eh, Hitsugaya. Why the hurry?" Jidanbou asked, moving aside to reveal the West Gate.
Toushirou smirked. "A girl."
"Ahaha, better make it before Christmas ends, then."
-X-
Ayumi brushed strands of her dark hair out of her face while they fell out of her bun. Disappointment had filled her night, and even a drunk Byakuya, a sobbing Shunsui, and nonsense-singing Jyuushirou weren't making her feel any better.
If you're wondering, all of the above mental images put into your head were the result of Ayumi replacing their drinks with Heavy Sake. (Yes, even Shunsui couldn't handle it. Booyah.)
She looked at her watch: 11:35.
Screw Hitsugaya, then. He didn't have to come, anyways.
"You've been down the entire time, Sakurada Tai-cho," Shuuhei granted as he walked over to her side and offered her a cup of 'water'.
"Thanks, Hisagi," she said, sipping her drink slightly. It tasted strange. She quickly drank the rest and handed the cup back to Shuuhei, who took it awkwardly.
"No... Problem..." Shuuhei looked over his shoulder to the grinning Momo and Rangiku giving him the thumbs up. He rolled his eyes as he looked at Ayumi again.
"Mmnn..." she grumbled. "He was supposed to come. But he didn't. But he was supposed to!"
"... Are you talking about Hitsugaya Tai-cho?" he dared trespass on dangerous grounds.
"NO!" she screamed in denial, before clutching her head. "Ooh, I feel woozy..."
Shuuhei looked at Momo resentfully, wondering what he would do with his drunken captain.
"Don't worry, she'll be fine!" she whispered, as he walked over and glared.
"I thought you only wanted to give her just a little bit to lighten up her mood! I didn't know you were going to—"
"Well, she looks happy, doesn't she?"
"HITSUGAYA, I HOPE YOUR BALLS FREEZE OFF WHILE YOU'RE SIGNING THOSE GOD FORSAKEN PAPERS!"
"...Okay, point taken, but at least she'll feel better after letting it out, right?"
Ayumi sighed, the wind blowing her hair in every direction. "I want to take a walk by myself."
"Tai-cho, but you're-"
"I'm fine. You think I didn't know that was Sake? I can tell my limits of how sober I am, and I'm strong enough to go home alone," she cut him off and began walking away. "Don't worry, Hisagi-san."
Shuuhei cleared his throat. "If you wish, Captain."
...
"You guys are up to something, aren't you?" Shuuhei asked when Ayumi was out of hearing range, his back still toward the grinning duo.
"Why, Hisagi, we're glad you catch on fast."
-X-
"The Fireworks are going to be on in 15 minutes! Hurry!" Ayumi watched the girl drag her boyfriend past her.
"Don't worry, we'll find a good spot! Don't worry, don't worry!" he soothed as he tried to slow her down.
Fireworks? I know a good spot, then.
Quick jogging to a spot on a hill that Ichigo had showed her years before, she sat on the bench next to a large Christmas tree. Ichigo was in Canada for Christmas to spend visit his aunts and uncles, so he wasn't there to spend the Christmas with her that year.
And my other hope kinda ditched me... she frowned, leaning her chin on her palm.
"Where'd she go?" he demanded, out of breath.
"Don't know! She wanted to go off by herself," Rangiku twittered, staring at her Captain with curiosity.
"Idiot Sakurada!" he cursed. "What time is?"
"14 minutes to 12," Shuuhei answered.
"But at least I wasn't alone for Christmas," she said aloud. She just needed to hear someone voice just then and no one else was there to do her the favor.
"So you decided to come out in the end, Shirou-chan," Momo noted, smiling. "What changed your mind?"
"Well, there's always next Christmas," Ayumi got up from her seat.
He twisted around to run. "A Letter!"
"Bakarada!"
Ayumi's brain had a lightning spark as the voice triggered something in her insides, while her heart sped up like the wings of a hummingbird.
"Holy sh-shiznit," she dropped her jaw as she whipped her head to the side. Toushirou skidded to a halt in front of her. She was sitting on a bench, leaning forward now and Toushirou was in front of her, breathing hard.
"D-Do you know what time it is? You're so late! And I'm pissed off at you!" she blurted, while pink bloomed across her cheeks. "You're such a..."
Toushirou simply smirked, melting her insides. "Hey."
She gulped, before letting out a forced. "...Hi."
Ayumi couldn't help but feel like he was cold in his v-neck shihakusho. She began moving her arms to take off her own scarf, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "I'm fine," he said, making direct eye contact with her. "I'm used to the cold already."
"Ahh, right. You're the frostbitten prick, I almost forgot," she retorted, rolling her eyes and mentally slapping herself for worrying— I mean, caring—I mean... disturbing herself with his wellbeing? Yeah, sure: that'll work.
"Why are you here?" she quickly inquired to block off any more of her awkward thoughts. She fidgeted with the woodchips on the bench, flipping it up and down.
"It's Christmas," was his answer, and she shook her head.
"Liar. You didn't come here because it was Christmas."
"Okay, then," he exhaled, pondering his answer, his breathe creating air puffs in the frosty air. "I came here because I wanted to see what it was like to actually do something for Christmas."
"Really?"
"No."
Ayumi grimaced. "So you just randomly wanted to stop by?"
"Well, no. Your letter-"
"So if I hadn't sent the letter," she prodded, "you wouldn't have come."
"Well, if you hadn't sent the letter, I wouldn't have known you wanted me to come."
"..." Puffs of warm air rhythmically left her parted lips as she blushed.
"I came here for you, I think," he ultimately answered, not even sure himself. But at least it felt right.
"You... think? So that means-"
"Just shut up, Sakurada," he interrupted, pulling her into a hug rather awkwardly since she was seated on a bench. "I came here for you."
After a moment's hesitation, Ayumi wrapped her arms around him, followed by resting her face onto his coat. She was still a full 5 inches taller than him, so she thanked herself for not getting up. With her seated down, she reached about equivalent to his chest board.
Fireworks exploded on cue in the sky, and Ayumi bit back a schoolgirl squeal, followed by a huge grin on her face.
"Happy?" he asked after a while of fireworks erupting.
"Enough, yes," she riposted, and she felt him smirk into her hair.
He pulled away just his head to look at her, and she did the same. "I'm sorry I got here so late."
She beamed. "Well, I am too. But hey: there's always next year."
He propped his chin on her head. "Merry Christmas, Ayumi."
"Ha. Merry Chistmas, Toushirou, you Ex-Scrooge."
"CUTESY, HO-EM-GEE!" came right as the fireworks ended, and at 12:01.
Pulling apart, Toushirou and Ayumi looked over to see 'Scrooges & Co' come out from their hiding place from behind the Christmas Tree. Practically leaping away from each other, the two cursed at how horrible the timing was.
"My apologies, Captain Sakurada... And Hitsugaya. Matsumoto dragged us here and we... couldn't help but observe for a while..." Shuuhei admitted almost indignantly. Izuru nodded just the same.
"And guess what! WE GOT PICTURES, H*LLYEAH!" Rangiku whipped out a camera and began dancing with Momo.
"HINAMORI! MATSUMOTO!" Hitsugaya's face heated with anger before Ayumi laughed.
"OOHH, Ayumi's gonna let Hitsugaya get lu-cky to-ni-ight!" Shunsui sang.
Toushirou's teal eyes widened to unbelievable proportions.
...
Several irk marks popped up on Ayumi's forehead. "KYOURAKU, GET OVER HERE SO I CAN SHAVE OFF YOUR EYEBROWS!"
As Ayumi chased Shunsui and leapt on his back to grab hold of his eyebrows, Rangiku jumped up in the air, pumping her fists into the air. "WOO! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! YEAH~!"
-X-
"You know, it's Boxing Day today in Canada. You think Ichigo will get anything for me?" Ayumi asked Toushirou as she sat in his office, reading a letter as she sucked on mini candy cane.
"Hn."
"Workaholic," she gritted out, walking over to his desk.
"Hey, by the way, your clock was half an hour ahead. How could you not notice that?"
"My... clock?" Toushirou hands stopped signing as he looked up meekly.
"The thing on your wall that goes tick-tick? Yeah. Thirty minutes ahead. I fixed it for you, though."
"... When did you come in to fix it?"
Ayumi stopped sucking on her candy cane, realizing her horrible mistake. She continued to chew it, and break it down.
"Uhhh... the other day... Or night... Or day. Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was day."
"You came into my office at night?" Toushirou examined her, standing up slowly in his chair as her back was still facing him, staring at the clock.
"No. Didn't you hear me? I said day."
"But then you said night."
Almost done with the candy cane. "Ahh, but then I said Day twice after."
"As a badly hidden cover up," he retorted, coming in from behind her.
"I was looking for the letter that I dropped," she admitted. "I was seeing if it was in here. I didn't find it. I fixed your clock before I left..."
"Oh," he replied, thinking that if she hadn't 'fixed his clock' to be the current time, he wouldn't have bothered going out to meet her. If he weren't going to make it in time, he wouldn't have gone anyways.
"But yeah. You should've noti-" she whipped around, brushing noses with Toushirou before stumbling back at the close proximity. A blushed scrawled across her features.
Candy cane? Yeah, totally just shot down my throat.
A knock came from the door, before a sliding noise. "Hitsugaya Tai-cho, I don't wanna do my pa—"
...
Rangiku immediately ran down the hall, shouting, "OH MY GOD, HITSUGAYA AND AYUMI ARE-"
Toushirou called after her. "NO WE'RE-"
"UNDER THE MISTLETOE!"
"Huh?" Both of them glanced up and noticed there was mistletoe positioned right above their heads, in front of the clock.
"How the hell did that get there? Did you put..." Toushirou said, looking down at Ayumi.
"What! No! Of course not! Why would I..." she denied strongly, wondering if it was there the night she fixed the clock, anyways.
"So..."
"So."
"..." Finally, Toushirou blushed too, suddenly noticing the awkward obstacle of height. He sighed and used his right hand to reach up and pull Ayumi's face towards his. However, an inch away from making contact with her lips...
"HOLY CRAP, THEY'RE GONNA KISS!" came from a member of the Tenth Division.
Both Captains blushed even deeper as Ayumi pulled away and both looked at the door to see that a few members of the Ninth and Tenth division had gathered.
Ayumi rolled her eyes before taking Toushirou's face and leaning in.
"THE BOY IS SUPPOSED TO KISS THE GIRL, CAPTAIN!" Rangiku whined.
Toushirou snapped his head to the door. "STOP INTERRUPTING US!"
"YOU stop interrupting!" Ayumi shouted at him, before landing her warm lips onto his cold mouth.
Soft 'aww's erupted from the doorway, and Toushirou wrapped one arm around her back and cupped her face with the other, embracing the warmth of the soft lips against his. He could feel the conducted heat radiating from her stove-red cheeks and he smirked. Ayumi felt his fingers gently brush away some hair behind her ear and she wrapped her arm around his torso, beaming into the kiss.
Okay. So maybe she didn't want his balls to freeze off. Yet.
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I'm sorry for horrid un-original ending, but I need mistletoe in there. And kissing. And Stuffff. I'd like to hear whatcha think!
And HEY! Toushirou can be a ladies man if he wants to! Besides, he's sexy enough to be one, anyways, grawr.
THIS IS IN NO WAY AT ALL CONNECTED TO STORY PLOT. SO IT'S IT PURELY FOR YOUR OWN SQUEALY FANGIRLS TO READ AND ENJOY. This is not continued or featured in this story's plot what-so-ever, I hope that's clear! It's equivalent to a manga/anime's OMAKE.
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