Hey hey hey!
The holidays are coming, yeah! I have three projects which I have to hand in before the holidays so this will be the last one-shot for this year. I'm going on vacation with my family over the holidays which is why I am posting this up now. Happy holidays and I'll be back next year, minna!
Heh, I love saying that on New Years.
Disclaimer: I am just another unfortunate soul (no pun intended) that dreams of owning Bleach.
Genre: General/Romance
Sun and Moon
Off Limits
A soft sigh escaped full lips as the owner looked up into the starry night.
The small figure of the Tenth Division taicho was casually sitting on the edge of the roof, clad only in long pants with a thin sweater and jacket over top. His wild hair blended with the white scenery, snow falling on the crowd below. Teal eyes that were just as cold as the snow gathering on his shoulders glanced at the anticipating crowd before drifting to the dark sky.
He knew Ichigo and company were gathered in the crowd below, socializing with the friends who weren't a part of their crazy Hollow-and-Aizen conquering quest. He could see them down on the ground, with the bright hair of a certain shinigami a beacon. They were happily visiting stall after stall, even if Ichigo tried to hide it. He preferred to stay up on the rooftop, as it was closest to the sky. It was private too, allowing him to rest Hyourinmarou beside him.
After all, not everyone was invisible to the normal human's eye.
Hitsugaya was on an off-limits building, he knew that. But that didn't really apply to shinigami.
So he was having a rather peaceful night in the company of his sword. Although they indeed had the ability to influence the weather, watching the snow that was not of their making was more beautiful than the snow their reitsu created. The natural wonder was always welcomed and Hitsugaya loved watching it.
He heard the ice dragon rumble in his mind but there was no need, he already heard her approaching. The soft sounds of crunching snow came closer until a pair off arms encircled him. He sighed when he felt the large assets of his fuku-taicho press against his covered back.
"Matsumoto?"
"Hmm," Matsumoto hummed, her breath visible in the corner of his eye. It was also close to his ear.
"'M cold taicho."
"You know I am not allowed to influence the weather in the human world, Matsumoto," the white haired prodigy reminded her half-heartedly, still facing the sky. Which was probably why he was surprised to feel her bury her face into his pale hair. He began to turn but stopped halfway. As if reading the question in his mind, he felt Matsumoto smile against his hair.
"I know. But this is just fine." She held him closer, basking in his warmth despite the cold around him. Hitsugaya said nothing and turned back to the sky, but not before sending an irritated look at the sword beside him, the zanpakuto's chuckling only for his ears. Hesitantly, his hands drifted upwards, gently clasping the arms around him. They stayed in this position for a few minutes, although if felt like hours to the two. They were lost in their own world, enjoying the warmth and comfort they gave one another.
Hitsugaya was already facing the sky when it exploded with light. Matsumoto looked up when the fireworks began.
Watching the lights illuminate the sky, Matsumoto leaned closer to her taicho and whispered in his ear, "Told you it was a good idea to come to the festival."
Hitsugaya's expression did not change but the smile, with a tinge of annoyance, was obvious in his voice.
"Still, there was no need to threaten showing those pictures you took of me when you..." he trailed off, a blush appearing on his cheeks.
Matsumoto only giggled.
The man blinked and scratched his bald head. He looked around and shook his head, muttering unintelligibly. He took another puff of his cigarette before crushing it beneath his expensive shoes.
Tugging his leather jacket, he rushed to the door. Closing it behind him, he sighed when the warm air from the furnace began to take affect and when he saw nobody nearby.
He stomped his shoes free of snow and scratched his head again. Man, he must've drank too much sake at the festival last night. Yeah, that would explain those weird footprints.
After all, these roof tops were off limits.
My shortest one shot as of yet, only two pages long but hopefully you'll still like this one. The others will be longer, I promise.
Yeah, I'm not sure if Japan has festivals in December but for those who are Christian, consider it Christmas time. For those who aren't, Happy Holidays to you! And have a great New Years everyone, my next post will be in 2008.
I'm pretty sure shinigami would be able to leave footprints unless they do a Naruto and use their reitsu to walk on snow. After all, I know that those with reitsu can those shinigami in the real world and shinigami can touch inanimate objects although when Rukia walked through the wall kinda turns the theory upside down.
