"Here it is!" Matsumoto exclaimed cheerfully. Grabbing the scarf and twirling around gleefully with it. She turned to go when a hand caught her wrist and captain-class reiatsu flared out behind her.
She spun around and found herself face to face with… Hitsugaya.
"What are you doing here? Hitsugaya Taicho" She said in mock politeness, her happy disposition ground to dust.
"Matsumoto I just want to tell you I'm sorry about what happened between us"
"Why now? Its almost midnight and that was a month ago" She said sharply
"Because you've been ignoring me for the last one month"
"And will continue to do so"
"Please Matsumoto"
"Please what?! I'm not your fukutaichou anymore that's that"
"You can transfer back"
"No. I'm very happy under Kyoraku taicho"
He winced, once she would have said that about him.
"Yeah because you can slack and wear pink"
Oops, he said that aloud.
"How dare you say that. I have not been slacking and I'm very happy doing paperwork with Nanao-san and Kyoraku-sama is nice and has a sense of humour"
"I do too"
"As if"
He winced again, okay, this was not going well. He was frustrated and tired and his leash on his temper was wearing thin.
"I know about the transfer request"
"What?!"
"I saw it on taicho's table"
"Then please will you accept"
"No"
"I need you"
"You don't"
"The division needs you"
"So does hachi bantai"
"They have Nanao"
"I do the training drills, they're better than yours now you know"
He growled
"Matsumoto, please"
"No"
That was it
"HOW CAN YOU BE SO SELFISH!"
"LOOK WHO'S TALKING"
"WE NEED A FUKUTAICHOU OKAY?"
"FINE! GET SOMEBODY ELSE"
"WHO?"
"HOW WOULD I KNOW?!"
"LOOK, JUST ACCEPT AND WE CAN WORK SOMETHING OUT!"
"DO YOU THINK I WAS BORN YESTERDAY OR WHAT?!"
"I NEVER SAID THAT!"
"I SAID NO!"
"I ALREADY APOLOGISED TO YOU OKAY?!"
"LIKE I CARE!"
"I SAID I WAS SORRY!"
"AND I SAID FINE BUT I'M NOT TRANSFERING BACK!"
"AND WHY NOT?"
"BECAUSE…"
"BECAUSE?"
"HOW CAN YOU EVEN EXPECT THAT TO BE ENOUGH? AFTER YOU BETRAYED MY TRUST BY BELIEVING THOUSE RUMOURS, AFTER U BROKE MY HEART?!"
"MATSUMOTO YOU WHORE!"
"What?"
"I…I mean"
Her face was pale and his stomach gave a lurch. He felt sick. How had he mucked up like that? Now she'd never forgive him, he'd be lucky if she ever even looked at him again..
"Matsumoto I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that"
"Forget it"
"Please, Matsumoto"
His voice was no longer its usual stoic calm tone. It was the tone of a child voicing a deep plea.
"Please"
"No" She shunpoed off.
He fell to his knees, covered his face with his hands and cried.