Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

This fic is dedicated to a poor friend of mine who's computer had crashed once and had desperately tried to find his notes in time for the exam the next day. He did in the end, after a long two hours. I don't know how a computer reacts when it crashes but for the sake of the fanfic, I wrote it the way I wanted it.

I always thought about how Hitsugaya and co. would act with the electronics. Well, here goes nothing!

HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR!


Genre: Humor

Sun and Moon

Crash and Burn.


The soft noise of someone typing on a keyboard was the only noise in the small room.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Quite impressive, the technologies that the humans had managed to develop. Of course, they were rather primitive compared to the ones the Twelfth Division taicho had designed but who wanted to go near that creep? Certainly not Hitsugaya Toushiro.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He wasn't scared of the man. Just highly disturbed. Unfortunately, his rank forced him to often meet with the man. Hitsugaya would silently pat himself on the back at successfully when he would keep himself from walking out the door whenever the guy walked into the room.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Still, the computer was a handy contraption. He was already half-way through his workload and only a few hours had passed. Hitsugaya was ecstatic, to say the least.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

When he got back to Sereitei, maybe he would ask Mayuri to build him one.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He hadn't wanted to use one at first. But Matsumoto had said it might help him to finish his paperwork. Fast.

A miracle, he had thought.

Tap. Tap.

His index finger hovered over the keyboard and Hitsugaya sighed.

"What do you want, Matsumoto?"

He spun around on his chair and looked at his fuku-taicho. The big breasted woman had plopped herself down on the desk, right next to the computer. She hadn't surprised him, he had sensed her reitsu when she entered the apartment. She grinned cheekily at him.

"Happy?" She didn't say about what but they both knew. A scowl crossed his face.

"I'm busy, Matsumoto."

"But Taichooo!"

"No buts!"

He turned back to the computer, determined to complete his paperwork. But Matsumoto was just as determined to 'chat' with her taicho.

"Taicho."

He ignored her, purposefully typing away.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Taicho?"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He could feel her annoyance radiating off her but he kept his turquoise eyes glued on the bright screen.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He heard her huff loudly and he could imagine her tucking her arms beneath her chest as they crossed. What he didn't expect was the face of Matsumoto to suddenly fill his vision.

"Taicho!"

She succeeded in gaining his attention. He opened his mouth to shout at her.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

They looked down.

Matsumoto's breasts were smothering the entire surface of the keyboard.

Hitsugaya cried out and Matsumoto scrambled to stand.

Numbers flashed on the screen, data language. Suddenly the screen went blank and four words he didn't know he hated popped up.

Files unable to save.

"WHAT?!" he roared, his freezing glare pinned on the screen. But even as ice became to creep across the screen, three more words popped up.

System shutting down.

The screen went black.

The two stared stupidly at the computer. Then at each other.

"Oops."

Hitsugaya groaned. He stomped over to his desk (he'd deny it later, of course, as such behavior is unbefitting of a taicho) sat down heavily in his chair, picked up his brush, grabbed the nearest paper and began to write.


Ishida had managed to retrieve half of the lost files but the rest were long gone. Orihime had apologized profoundly for her old computer, trying to find ways to make it up to him. Somehow, he doubt the food offerings were edible. Matsumoto had apologized as well, but seemed to find the fact that her bosom had killed the computer hilarious.

Hitsugaya didn't.

And when Matsumoto mentioned that Ichigo offered to lend him his laptop, she heard two words from her taicho she never believed he could say.

"HELL NO!"

The tapping sounds were replaced by brush strokes from that day on.


I personally found the thought of a computer crashing on you funny, although when that happened to me a few months later, not so.

Seeing as my exams are uncomfortably close (another thing this one shot is dedicated to) I doubt I will be able to update until February. Thank you!