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In commemoration of my last day of exams for this semester I give you...

Another HitsuMatsu one shot!!!!!!!

As you can tell, I'm really hyper.

This one shot has a bit of HitsuMatsu, if you squint your eyes and hop on one leg.


Genre: General/Humor/Romance

Warm Days, Icy Nights

Love it or Hate it


"Arrgh!"

"Grar!"

"Aiiiie!"

Those bears grunts and battle cries were coming from, obviously, the Eleventh Division members. The screams, meanwhile, were from some poor Fourth Division member who got dragged into the mess.

"Ichimaru-taichooooo!"

That was Kira wailing, fleeing from a swaggering giant of a shinigami he vaguely recognized from the Eighth Division. The giant, mind you albeit ugly one to top it off, was laughing loudly, bowling over smaller shinigami in on go. They were sent flying, adding to the screams.

Sixth Division members were running wild and battling most of the Eleventh Division, each side led by Abarai Renji and Ikkaku Madarame respectively. The two were clashing, swinging their swords at each other and yelling several vulgar words at each other. To the side, Kuchiki-taicho seemed to be offended at the words coming from his fuku-taicho's mouth.

Zaraki-taicho looked like he could care less.

He was sweeping through the fighting shinigami, tossing any and all in his way into the air, even those in his own division. He was crowing loudly, demanding for strong shinigami to come forth. Yachiru was swinging from his shoulder, giggling and pointing at random fighters and Zaraki would mow them down. Rise and repeat.

The Second and Eighth Divisions were all absent. He doubted the Second Division was up to a brawl anyway, their specialty being in infiltration and the like. The Eighth Division, led by Tousen-taicho, were no doubt absent because of their head strong belief in justice and no senseless fighting, which was currently happening.

It was Yamamoto's decision of these yearly events. The First Division was always present, although most stayed seated at their tables, sipping their drinks. Apparently this tournament is meant to encouraged new friendships and allow old friends to all get together, seeing how schedules often differed.

Hitsugaya blankly watched several more bodies fly and land. Painfully. Then he resumed his thinking.

Unohana-taicho would smile serenely as Isane-fuku-taicho would run around, desperately trying to help the screaming members of her division. Though her smile would grow sharp and her reitsu flare a warning whenever a Eleventh Division member would swing their sword a bit too close to one of her subordinates, she otherwise remained seated.

He saw flashes of familiar Thirteenth Division members, engaging swords with other divisions although he knew their sickly taicho was not present. Even Fifth Division was here, Aizen-taicho carefully watching his subordinates with Hinamori by his side. She waved at him but did not leave her post. He doubted she was willing to cross eighty feet of brawling shinigami to say a simple "Hi Shiro-chan!"

Instead, screams and shouts filled his ears.

"Stay down!"

"Like hell I will!"

"Rarr!"

"Gah!"

"Take this, lightbulb head!"

"What'd you say, tattoo face!?"

"Get that one, Ken-chan! That one over - yay!"

"WAHAHAHA!"

Yumichika, as usual, was the only Eleventh Division member to not participate. Something about the ugliness of petty brawls with ugly opponents. He sighed, the sound lost in the incessant screaming.

Hitsugaya really wished he hated the yearly Inter-Division Tournaments.

But he didn't. Not really.

"Taicho?"

He turned and saw the smiling face of his fuku-taicho and muttered, "Took you long enough." Matsumoto just smiled. Together, they disappeared from the scene.

They arrived at their secluded training grounds, private grounds solely for the use of the taicho's and fuku-taicho's.

Hitsugaya unsheathed Hyourinmaru, who gave small growl, as Matsumoto did the same. They faced each other on the field. As they gave each other a slight smile, Hitsugaya couldn't help but think he really couldn't hate those tournaments.

After all, they gave him some free time with Matsumoto.


After declaring the Sixth Division champion for that year, with the loud grumbles of the Eleventh Division, the shinigami dispersed or were dragged away by companions. Watching all this was Kuchiki-taicho, giving the air of quiet smugness.

Soon after Abarai finally stopped rubbing his win in Ikkaku's bald head long enough, he noticed his friend's absence.

"Eh? Where's Matsumoto?"

Kira looked up from where he was standing, Ichimaru beside him imitating his fuku-taicho's action. Not that you could tell, the silver haired man still had his eyes closed.

"I could've sworn I saw her here," the blond murmured, looking around. With the ending of the Inter-Division Tournament, most shinigami had left to retired to their beds. Only a few people were still there, chatting or still trying to drag some friends, or themselves, away.

"Are? Shiro-chan isn't here either!"

"S-Shiro-chan?!" Kira and Abarai whirled around, facing their friend. Aizen had left while Hinamori stayed behind to talk with Kira, Abarai and the absent Shiro-chan.

"Un," she said as her eyes wandered around, oblivious of the reaction to her casually - scratch that, familiar reference to a taicho. Especially the famous boy genius!

The absences were forgotten rather quickly by the two in favor to bombard Hinamori with questions. With one exception.

Ichimaru gave a knowing, perhaps sad, smile and walked off into the night.

Ran-chan and Shiro, eh?


A/N

Just interprete the ending any way you want.

Another short one, just 3 pages but I promise to make up for it in the next one shot. Still I kinda like it. Maybe I can branch off some more of these 'yearly events' idea hmmm...

YEAH!!!!! NO MORE EXAMS!!!!!!!