Chapter Five: Headaches and Kisses
"Good morning Toushiro", a loud voice shrieked in his ear.
"Not now Rangiku. I have a headache", he said rubbing his temples with his thumbs.
"No silly, it's me, Momo", he heard her run up behind him and hug him.
"Momo" he said unwrapping her arms from around him. "what are you doing here?"
"I came to cheer you up silly", she chirped again causing him to wince at her high pitched voice.
"Momo please" he covered his ears and leaped from his desk.
"Toushiro", she went over to him.
"Stop!" he yelled holding up one hand to her, the other clenching his aching head.
"What's wrong Shiro-chan", she peered at him with a concerned look on her face.
Toushiro not only had a headache because of Momo's high pitched cheeriness, but because yesterday, while Rangiku went out with her bridesmaids (Rukia, Nanao, and Orihime) and the flower girl (Yachiru) to try on dresses, he had went to Jushiro for advice on their engagement. Well, the thing was, Jushiro was heading out with Shunsui and they were going out for drinks and if Toushiro wanted to talk then he would have to come with.
Toushiro wasn't much of a drinker and he hadn't even had enough sake to get drunk (in Rangiku's standards) but did however, have enough to lose his train of thought.
"More, more!" Jushiro would shout to the bartender and more Toushiro would have, but as soon as Toushiro felt himself lose focus, he stopped drinking.
"Thanks for the advice Ukitake-taicho, but I should be going", he nodded to the old man and stood to leave.
"No, stay, drink, laugh a little and a whole bunch of other things", he slurred whiningly.
"No, I really should go. Rangiku will be waiting for me", he smiled at the old drunk man.
"I understand", Jushiro winked at him.
Toushiro blushed but bowed respectfully and turned to leave the bar, giving a short wave as he left.
When he got home, his fiancé was drunk or just about halfway there with sake bottles and shopping bags all over the floor.
"Honey, how much stuff did you buy and how much did this cost me?" he stared down his tipsy bride-to-be with the iciest glare he could muster under his current condition.
I don't think it's working master. Try again the ice dragon advised him.
Toushiro furrowed his brows some more but nothing. Either his fiancé was too drunk to notice or he was too drunk for his glare to have any effect.
"I see you went drinking without me?" she slurred tripping towards him.
"Maybe one or two", he smiled back catching her in his arms as she fell.
"Well, one or two isn't enough, why don't you have some more with me" she kissed his lips lightly.
"How about you have a few less" he took the bottle of sake from her hands.
"No", she pouted as the bottle slipped through her fingers into his hand.
"Yes. Now let's go to the couch and sit down and get you a drink of water", he said as he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to the couch.
"Or . . ." she began, "We could go to the bedroom and make love all night long".
"Or . . ." he said dropping her on the couch. "We'll get you sobered up and maybe if you're good, we can make love all night long", he kissed her forehead then headed into the kitchen.
"I like my idea better", she whined.
"But my idea will lead to sex", he retorted.
"Fine", she pouted, folding her arms across her huge bosoms.
Toushiro just loved to see her pout. She was so cute and irresistible when she pouted.
"Here", he said handing her a glass of water.
"Thanks", she said as she took the glass from his hands.
"So, what did you get today?" he asked.
"Oh, you're going to love it Toushiro" she squealed nearing spilling all her water as she ran to a big beige box in the corner. "I know they say it's bad luck to see the wedding dress before the wedding, but I just had to show you".
"Actually, they say it's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding", he corrected her.
"Oh", she huffed. "Well excuse me. Smart ass", she mumbled the last part.
"What was that", he cocked his eyebrow in her direction.
"Nothing", she answered too quickly. "Just come here and look at my dress. Please", she pleaded with him.
Toushiro sighed as he got up and went over to his fiancé to look at her dress.
"Isn't it gorgeous?" she shrieked as she whirled it around.
"I can't tell with you twirling it like that", he snapped.
"What's gotten into you?" she snapped back.
"Nothing. I'm just tired", he sighed heavily.
"Well, if you're tired then, than you can look at the dress tomorrow", she said sighing.
"No, I can look at it now", he said trying to smile but failed.
"No, you're tired and I don't want to keep you up", she smiled tiredly.
"Rangiku", he held her hand in his.
"Tomorrow Toushiro", she rubbed his arm with her other hand then pulled away from him and bent down to put the dress back.
Toushiro didn't argue and instead went back to the couch and sat down.
After she put the dress away, she sat down on the couch beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Toushiro then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and leaned his head on hers.
"Rough day huh?" she asked him.
"Yes", he answered.
"Want me to massage her shoulders or something?" she then turned and looked up at him.
"No. I'll be fine", he smiled down at her.
She smiled back at him but still looked displeased about something.
"What's wrong Rangiku?" he lifted her chin in his hand.
"You're so stressed out, I can't help but worry, but maybe we should postpone—"
"Absolutely not", he cut her off.
"But Toushiro, I don't want to be the reason for your stress", she grabbed his hand on her chin in her hands.
"You aren't", he sat up, his other hand now cupping her cheek.
"But I feel like I am", she said as tears began to fill her eyes.
"But you aren't", he leaned forward and kissed her gently but deeply.
Then he began trailing away from her lips kissing the tears that rolled down her cheek.
"This wedding stuff will be over soon and we can finally be Mr. and Mrs. Toushiro Hitsugaya", he smiled at her then went back to kissing her tears away.
"What about Mrs. And Mr. Rangiku Matsumoto?" she teased him.
"Whatever you say", he smiled trailing down to her neck.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked as he leaned her back down on the couch. "Toushiro", she swatted at his chest.
"Uh huh", he grunted sucking gently at her neck.
He heard her gasp as he sucked her weak spot on her neck as his hands ran down her body, gripping and squeezing her butt.
"Ah Toushiro", she moaned arching her back.
"See, I told you my idea would lead to sex", he whispered in her ear.
"Uh huh", she moaned as his hand tightened on her ass. "Let's go—"
"My thoughts exactly", he grinned standing then lifted her up in his arms and kissed her deeply.
"I love you", she smiled at him when they broke apart.
"I love you too", he smiled back.
"Now let's go Mr. Stud Muffin", she said as a finger traced his chest.
"Yes ma'am Ms. Seductively Sexy", he walked to their bedroom.
(I know, so mushy, but you know that's what they would say. Or something like that)
An hour later, Toushiro sat up and walked out the bedroom to go sit on the couch.
He still had doubts about marrying Rangiku and not because he didn't love her or the fact that he didn't want to marrying her, the reason he had doubts was because of what happened between her and Momo.
Momo has always been his childhood friend but Rangiku doesn't want her at the wedding. How can he get married without his childhood friend there to witness it?
But he loved Rangiku so much and couldn't imagine his life without her.
So, deciding his head hurt too much to think and his body to tired to get and pace and start the blood flow to his brain, he grabbed an empty shot glass off the table, filled it with sake from a bottle sitting on the floor and gulped it down in one swallow. Deciding he was still too stressed out, he poured himself another glass and gulped it down too. Then another and another until he passed out drunk on the couch.
When he woke up the next morning, he found a note on the table and a bottle next.
Morning Hon. I see you got drunk last night. Here's a remedy I made to get rid of hangovers or at least help you to function at work. Have a nice day. Love you it said in her bold cursive writing.
Toushiro drank half the bottle, showered, dressed, then headed to work. And now he was trying to stop the ringing in his ears while his childhood friend made it worse.
"Momo, please, just leave", he said softly dropping to the floor.
"I can't leave silly. Who's going to take care of you?" she chirped.
His headache deepened.
He wanted to tell her Rangiku could take care of him but he knew that would only make her cry and then he headache would get worse.
"Momo, I can take care of myself", he said a bit more coldly than he mean to but she seemed unfazed by his coldness.
"I know, I'll make you some tea", she squealed clapping her hands loudly then taking off.
Master, would you like me to send for your fiancé?
Please. Before Momo gets back with that tea.
Yes sir the dragon said then disappeared.
Toushiro had to get out of his office before Momo came back with that tea.
It wasn't that he was choosy about who made his tea, it was the fact that Momo sucked at making tea and only Rangiku knew how to make it just the way he liked.
Well, Jushiro made good tea too, but not like Rangiku. Her tea was like a heaven in a cup. And he wasn't about to settle for bad tea when he could have heavenly tea.
"I'm back", she yelled holding a tray with two teacups and one big, ugly brown pot.
"Great", he huffed.
Not only did she make back tea but she didn't even bother to put the tea in his favorite tea set. He liked his tea to be served in the black tea set with the blue dragon spiraling around the pot and the cups.
"Taste it", she smiled waiting for him to grab a cup.
Sighing, he grabbed the tea cup to the left, since it had less tea in the cup, and put it to his lips. Then he blew on it, slowly to prolong the horror to await him, then took a tiny sip.
At first, the tea tasted bland then he it began to taste like tar and something else. He sipped the tea again and knew what that something else was, dirt. Or to be more exact, grit from the tea bag.
"Momo, what is this?" he asked twisting his face as he swallowed the tea.
"It's tea silly", she took her cup and gulped half of it down.
"What kind?" he gritted through his teeth.
"I think red tea. Why?"
"I hate red tea Momo. I only drink green tea", he growled lowly.
"But you've barely drank your tea. How do you know you hate it?" she smiled.
"Because I just do", he growled more loudly then sighed, "Momo, please, just go make me some more tea".
"Alright", she sighed grabbing his cup and placing it back on the tray.
"Hello", he heard a bright bubbly voice call from behind him. "Haineko told me you had a headache and were in need of some tea, so I made you some".
When he turned around, his saw his beautiful, lovely, wonderful fiancé holding a tray with his black and blue dragon tea set with two cups of hot steaming tea.
"Rangiku", he hopped up from his chair, grateful to see her and grabbed the tray from her hands. "Thank you", he kissed her lightly on the cheek before walking back over to his desk.
"But I was going to—"
"Oh, hi Momo", Rangiku smiled at the brunette. "I didn't even see you there", she chirped way to loudly.
"Rangiku, please", he breathed rubbing his temples.
"I'm sorry", she brushed (more like bumped) past Momo and came up behind his chair, massaging his forehead. "Better?" she whispered softly.
"Much", he grinned up at her.
"Fine", Momo shouted grabbing her tray of red tea. "Don't drink my tea", she stormed out and slammed the door.
"Oww", he moaned pressing his hands to his forehead.
"I'm sorry honey", she said now rubbing his shoulders. "If I'd had know she was going to be here making you tea, I would have never left you".
"I know, but worry about it", he moaned as she hit his pressure points.
"So what kind of tea was that?" she asked.
"Red tea", he replied.
"But you hate red tea".
"Tell me about it. It was so awful and there was grit leftover from the teabag", he complained.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I thought she knew you hated red tea".
"Obviously not".
"Anything else I can do to make you feel better?"
"Yeah", he wriggled his eyebrows and pulled her into his lap. "You can give me a kiss".
"Why I'd love to", she pulled him close to her and kissed him passionately and deeply on the lips.
Toushiro kissed back intensifying the heat between them while she lifted her hands in his hair.
"Lock the door", he breathed when they finally came up for air.
"But I thought you had a headache?" she panted.
"And I thought you were going to make it all better?" he nuzzled his nose with hers.
"Well, I did say that", she bated her eyelashes innocently.
"Yes you did", he grabbed her butt.
"Okay okay", she slid off his lap to lock the door. "Hold your horses, Mr. Horny".
"I can't help it. You drive me crazy", he came up behind her pinning her against the door.
"But I haven't even locked the door yet", she tried to pushed him off.
He pressed against her, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the button in.
"Now it's locked", he hummed in her ear.
"And that means . . ." she turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with all her might.
"Wow", he said when they broke apart.
"Now where were we", she said pulling him back into her kiss.
Toushiro's heart raced at tremendous speed as he and Rangiku sank to the floor and began ripping each others' clothes off.
Suddenly, he headache was gone and all his doubts and fears just seem to disappear with each and every kiss she gave him.
And that's when he knew. He knew there was nothing, not even Momo, that would stop him from marrying this woman and spending the rest of his life making love to her.
Well, there was the end. Well, Momo didn't win in this chapter but she won't give up. Next chapter, she'll be pulling out the big guns. Please review and let me know what you think. Bye.