Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, wish I did but I don't.
A.C.: Thank you for all your reviews!
Warnings: possible spoilers, oocness, breach of grammar security rule number something, something, something, mature themes, implied rape, noncon and general BL-ness.
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Casual contacts within seirentei was common. Faced with the possibility of death every waking moment, shinigami usually hooked up with one another to prevent emotional baggage. Hitsugaya too was guilty of blow jobs in between breaks in a cramped space somewhere, never really knowing who his next partner was. The cool touch of skin on his reddening one was nothing new, but this time it was invasive and unwanted. This time it wasn't for him.
Hitsugaya let out a protesting whimper as his black kimono was pulled downwards revealing the curves of his shoulders as he faced away ashamed. Ichimaru Gin let out a sound that might have been a laughter but he never found out because the next moment the taller captain's mouth was on his nipple sucking and teasing harshly as the long fingers began to part the black material further and further downwards.
"Un..."
His kimono bunched around his waist as Gin continued his ministrations on the other nipple, hands sashaying lower until it reached the obi. For a few terse moments Gin teased with his hands, his mouth moving on to other bits of the snowy captain's flesh. Then with a wicked smile, he pulled the obi off, finally exposing Hitsugaya fully into the air.
Hitsugaya gave a half-hearted kick as Gin's lips finally left in a trail of saliva. The 3rd division's captain merely grinned deviously as he drank the sight of Hitsugaya's flushed face and half-lidded green eyes. He knew then that he would have to take the teen... no matter what the cost.
Fingering the slack jaws as one might do to a wrapped present before opening it, Gin asked softly,
"Tell me 'Gaya, this yer first time? Be still an' I'll make it sweet... enough..."
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As soon as Hitsugaya stepped into the 10th division building, he knew something was wrong. Matsumoto stood in front of the door leading to the bathroom, her uniform smelling like it had been left in a vat of sake before being worn.
"Ah Taichou!" Matsumoto Rangiku scratched her head nervously as her captain stared her down with a deadpan look, his eyes silently asking her to get out of the doorway. "Aha... did you need something?" deciding that he didn't have the strength to play games today Hitsugaya decided to cut to the chase. Before his buxom lieutenant could open her mouth again he interrupted,
"I don't know what you did but you will fix it and clean it up before I get back, am I clear?"
Matsumoto gave a mock salute, obviously pleased to get away with such a light sentencing. Discreetly, she closed the bathroom door with her foot, preventing her captain from getting a glimpse of what she had done to the bathtub.
Muttering, Hitsugaya dug around his desk for a free onsen coupon. If he was lucky, there would be no one at the bath house this early in the day. There would be even less in the captains & lieutenants' section of the springs. Though he loathed the idea of other people staring at his body at the moment, the stickiness between his thighs was overwhelming and he felt like he desperately needed a bath.
"Have a nice bath Taichou." Shooting his blonde lieutenant a short glare, he left the building, not hearing Matsumoto's sudden exclamation of an demonstration he had later in the day.
Rangiku frowned, going back into the bathroom. In the tub was some invention Ikkaku and Renji had brought in, something called 'sake brewer'. They had originally brought it in to her division because a) Ikkaku's was still recovering from what they dubbed 'the coffee incident', b) Kuchiki-taichou would murder Renji when he found out that he had hauled in such 'atrocity' into his division. So really it only left her to take on the noble duty of mass producing sake for the good of Seireitei. If only her captain wasn't so tight-assed...
She frowned, her eyebrows gathering in the middle of her forehead. He wasn't angry so it meant that Gin didn't reject him outright, but that didn't mean that the meeting went well either. And was he wearing a scarf, when he came in? It was sunny today and he absolutely hated heat. She pouted, checking the tub to see if anything had gone wrong. The sake fogged her mind letting little details slip past her fingers. She should have really gone with him this morning...
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Hitsugaya stood in front of the locker, carefully putting away his uniform (making sure that Kuchiki-taichou's scarf was hidden from view) when he suddenly stopped. Swallowing, he took a deep breath and went on. When he was finished putting way his things, he wrapped a towel around his waist and one around his neck. Seeing nothing amiss he went into the soak room.(1)
For once in his lifetime he was thankful for the heat. It was simply too foggy for anything to be seen clearly unless it was quite near. He quickly washed himself off, taking some time on his legs before scurrying away to the furthest corner of the hot tub.
Normally he would have gone for the cold tub but today had been anything but normal. He needed the heat, the pain, he needed to feel that he was actually washing away the blood and grit and who-knows-what else on his skin without the cold trying to soothe him.
Hyourinmaru was silent in his mind, not even stirring when the young captain gave to dragon a mind-poke. Accepting that Hyourinmaru might still be upset, Hitsugaya sat in the corner brooding.
"Hey who are you?" Abarai Renji swam over towards him squinting. The redhead didn't recognize the white-haired captain with the usual spikes held limply past his shoulders. "This is the captains and lieutenants' section. I don't recognize you..." he turned around, the red strands almost hitting Hitsugaya across the face. "Oy Kira, did the 13th division replace their lieutenant?" 13th division was the only one without a lieutenant, Hitsugaya remembered, and he attempted to get away before the slim blonde could take a good look at him.
"Renji!" Kira hissed, trying to pull the redhead away. "That's Hitsugaya-taichou!"
"No way!" Renji exclaimed, pulling his arm free of Kira's grip. "That's shorty?" by now, everyone had turned to look at the general area from which the noise was coming from. They couldn't see past the fog except the faint outlines of three in the corner, but Renji's voice was loud and they heard enough.
"That's Hitsugaya-taichou to you Abarai." Hitsugaya snarled, standing up and attempting to get away before more people decided to come and investigate. The green eyes narrowed and glared when the 5th division's redhead lieutenant did not budge from his spot in the water.
"Huh... you used to be shorter." Hitsugaya dropped his head and growled as Kira sucked in a deep breath as if he had been punched. Renji was obviously inhibited, his breath giving off the same scent that Rangiku's clothing had been giving off... wait what the hell had they done to his bathroom? Renji mimed his hand in the generic height of the green-eyed captain before comparing it with his own. A grin appeared on the redhead's face. "Hey, you come up to my chest now." Before Hitsugaya could answer that with a fist in Renji's face, Ikkaku came tripping into the water, his skin now red as a lobster's though no one could say if it was because of the alcohol he had consumed or hot water.
"What's the captain doing in the hot tub?" the bald man slurred, near fainting and drowning in the hot tub if it hadn't been for Kira's quick reflex. The blonde looked lost, his eyes were wide and already guilt was tiding over the blue. Trying to spare the blonde lieutenant, Hitsugaya inched his way towards the rim of the tub, stopping when Renji's arm shot behind his right ear.
"Renji!" Kira's voice was high and panicked. The panic was infectious and Hitsugay's heart fluttered, his blood humming in his ears. But it also stirred something inside of him, a protective instinct, an urge to protect and be protected, an urge to attack.
"Alright there Kira?"
::Call on me...::
Someone called from outside the protective barrier of the fog, both physical and mental. Renji was close, too close, foreheads rubbing together as the black eyes closed sleepily,
::Call on me...::
"Live a little taichou." A wiff of his breath sour with alcohol, sharp in contrast to the scentless heat that had been on his neck. The towel on his neck slipped and for a moment Renji's focus was aimed elsewhere when the glass doors of the soak room opened to admit the buxom lieutenant of the 10th division. Most men let out a shrill squeak before dunking themselves underwater. Others groaned out 'Rangiku...!' and a few other things to which the blonde hotly replied 'come on, you haven't got anything I haven't seen so far.'.
Sensing her captains slightly spiking reiatsu, she made her way to the edge of the hot tub and called out.
"Taichou! You forgot that you had a demonstration planned at 3!!"
Thanking whatever deity that was listening for small miracles, Hitsugaya ducked under Renji's outstretched arm and climbed out of the tub. Kira, relieved, dragged the faint-legged Ikkaku out. Renji swam towards where Hitsugaya was berating Rangiku about coming into the men's section.
"Aww Ran-chan, we were just having fun..." but promptly stopped when Rangiku leveled him with a frigid glare.
"...and why did I agree to spar with Zaraki-taichou as a demonstration to the 11th division...?"
"Because you guys all take turns sparring him? Now come on, you're going to be late."
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He was surprised to see so many people gathered in one spot. Amongst the black body of 11th division's shinigami, he saw here and there white patches of haori. Few captains such as 2nd division's Soifon, 12th division's Mayuri were few of the spectators in the crowd. Spotting Kuchiki Byakuya's kenseikan, he quickly gave the solemn captain a quick nod before handing the white scarf back to him. His neck was red from too long of a soak in the hot tub, and his limp hair would be enough to provide a cover. Kuchiki-taichou gave a curt nod in return, still staring at him with his apathetic gray eyes.
People turned to stare at him, unused to seeing his hair down, unused to seeing the child prodigy growing up right before their eyes. As custom, Kenpachi and Hitsugaya bowed towards one another as the last of the stragglers came to watch. Ikkaku had finally sobered up enough to come, Kira and Renji following. Renji gave Hitsugaya a half-knowing look before joining his captain at the outskirts of the crowd.
Seirentei has been so busy with Kuchiki Rukia's coming trial, Aizen's death and the arrest of Hinamori Momo. Many had come just to shed the weight on their minds, to see what the gotei 13's captains had to say for themselves. He saw the here-and-gone flicker of lavender-silver at the corner of his eyes and reminded himself that Hinamori will be saved, now if he could only save himself.
The referee is Yumichika assisted by the pink haired lieutenant Yachiru. The two captains drew their zanpakuto and when Yumichika gave the signal, they began.
Hitsugaya's movements were fluid, more like an intricate dance compared to Kenpachi's own. He moved like the wind or perhaps a snowflake carried by one and no one could doubt that he was a captain in his own right, second to none. After all it was Hyouinmaru that drew first blood, not the nameless blade that tore his sleeve.
Hitsugaya stared tersely as their clothing settled down, Kenpachi grinned cocking his head back and forth.
"Continue."
Few feints and blocks later Hitsugaya realized that this wouldn't end prettily. There was a reason why no one wanted to spar with Zaraki in demonstrations like these. A reason that resulted in multiple rounds of rock-paper-scissors while they figured out who would fight him when. He just had been lucky by being short for a while and had been ignored as Yachiru's playmate. Now that he was just a little taller he had been noticed.
His arm strained as he blocked a chop to his head. He breathed heavily, fine tremors going though his body. He needed to rest; he needed to put space between him and the 11th division's captain. He needed a plan dammit.
The dragon stirred in his mind unworried and calm. Hitsugaya wished that he could be just as calm when Zaraki Taichou caught him by his hair and threw him down on the floor. The sword came down, its long blade burying itself in the ground almost to the midpoint before stopping. It would have impaled the white haired captain had he not scrambled out of the way. But the blood has already been spilt, Zaraki's zanpakuto finally coming alive with the taste of Hitsugaya's blood. Hitsugaya's eyes were wide but out of focus. His left arm was pinned down by the sleeve where the nameless zanpakuto had gone through and glazed the skin. It isn't much but it's enough to send his blood speckling the air in a trail of fine mist as the 11th division's captain leered down at him.
And the scarred face was close so close with the fine details of webbed and scabbed, healed over white flesh stretching over the tanned skin along with that maniac smile. The eye color is wrong, it's black not red, but he can't help but see the yellow teeth and the foul smile and he remembers the last time he was pinned down somewhere, he can't forget that the curtain of hair falling across his face was a shade darker than his own.
::Call on me...::
He hears everyone's hushed breathing, their eyes demanding, piercing and almost accusing. His heart beats slower with every beat and everything just seems to slow down as if time had been thrown down the drain. He hears everyone's heartbeat, he hears his own, he hears Zaraki's, he hears...
He hears...
And he listens
::Toushiro...::
Kenpachi tastes fear, his nameless zanpakuto agrees as the ruby droplets fly upwards looking like feathers on broken wing. The boy's eyes are wide and he is quiet, he is like the snow falling in a torrid landscape without shelter, so gentle and bitter in all its softness. Kenpachi knows no fear, he lacks common sense and perhaps sanity but he knows danger. And he sees it in the boy's eyes... no... the dragon's...
::NOW!::
"Sit upon the frozen heavens..." The boy's eyes were cold, colorless, almost as if someone had held a pin to the irises and drained it of its vibrant color. His blood had frozen, binding in rough crimson arcs as they tore through the skin in a poor imitation of wings. They held Zaraki's nameless zapankuto in place as the ice climbed slowly up the taller captain's arm. "Hyourinmaru."
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(1)- A bathhouse, just in case you don't know what it is, is divided into two... three sections. One section is basically the locker room where you put away your clothing and stuff, and where you sleep and eat and drink before going in the tub. Second section is a steam room... or not depending on what kind it is. I personally love the ice room, I think Shiro-chan would love it too ;D. Finally the third section is where you do all the soaking and wash yourself off. The tub temperatures vary from freezing cold to... really hot. And that's your... regular mediocre bathhouse. Fine, fourth section would be the bathroom.
A.C.: I'm so mean to Gaya... How was it? Love it? Hate it? Leave a review and let me know k?
izzy283- who knows ;D
Vixen-Ra- yes, update, please?
rapunzel-chan- -shrugs- Japan and Korea has a lot of stuff. I think that Japan leans more towards Ichigo x Hitsugaya though. Korea just likes Gin x Hitsu better for some reason. But yeah, try Japan and Korea. Or any other Asian country for that matter.