Title: How Much Room??
Date: 13 May, 2009
Words: 842
Characters: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto, mentioned Haineko, Hyourinmaru, Renji and Shuuhei, others implied but not directly mentioned.
Pairings: Hitsugaya & Matsumoto, Haineko & Hyourinmaru, Renji & Shuuhei implied
Summary: Just how much room does Rangiku have in her shihakusho top, anyway??
Inspiration: Watching DDR (again, yes. I love it. And Howl's Moving Castle, too, lol) and I got to thinking about the scene where Rangiku hands Toshiro his haori, and I was wondering just where she'd been storing it. Had this been Harry Potter, I'd have chalked it up to a summoning charm, but, ya know. It isn't... yet. That is in the plans, though! 8-)
Rating: T or PG-13, I'd even say PG-15 for the one comment...

A/N: How does one resist the allure of a semi-crack fic, when it presents itself so blatantly in one's face? That's right. One doesn't. I hope it's not terrible, and it's a bit short, but, hey, I just wanted to let everyone know I'm still alive. Lol.

To anyone who cares, my nieces are doing okay (not good, but not bad, really, either). They have been diagnosed with Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome, but they are in separate amniotic sacs, so there's no risk of cord entanglement. The only concern is what they call this 'stuck baby' syndrome, and being able to see the bladder and kidneys of the smaller twin. Do keep us in your thoughts/prayers, not so much that the babies are born and healthy (though we are hoping for two healthy baby girls), but that we all have the strength to deal with whatever may come. God has a plan, and if it's something we don't like, we'll need all the strength we can get.

But, enough of my melancholy. Please enjoy, read and review! 8-)
-Rachel Noelle

oOoOo—RN—oOoOo

Toshiro knew that his relationship with his fukutaicho often went beyond just companionship and friendship, though neither would yet admit it, but he was doing well lately (in the sense he was more concerned with the fact that his deceased friend and one-time friendly rival was trying to become the king of Soul Society) not to dwell on the thoughts of his second in command's assets, namely those she so enjoyed squishing his head between on a regular basis. Okay, so, 'lately' was a relative term.

But, when he finally managed to make it back to Seireitei, wondering the instant he laid eyes on Rangiku how he went for nearly a whole week without her stimulating hugs, he was not entirely surprised with the initial results. Kusaka was surprised to know that Toshiro never planned to join him, Kurosaki gave some lame speech about sharing your burdens (which Toshiro hated to admit made perfect sense), and everyone else in the Gotei 13 decided Toshiro wasn't such a traitor after all.

And, of course, not long after, Kusaka lost his frigging mind, and the fighting commenced.

Somewhere in the fray those primarily in charge of the defeat of the enemy, as Yamamoto and Soi Fong had so eloquently deemed him, were plummeted to the ground. Quite painfully, of course. Also as expected.

After crawling from under a large chunk of rock, and praying that Rangiku was okay, Toshiro finally got a good look at his second. Were her boobs bigger than last week? Or had he just gone so long without any sort of contact with those precious, wondrous, marvelous… Erm, well… He was a male, after all. Even Renji and Shuuhei were attracted to Rangiku, and their sexual preference was more than questionable.

But, Toshiro decided, Rangiku's chest was definitely larger than the last time he'd seen her this closely.

And then came more speech, more excuses for why Rangiku was risking her ass to save his, and the partial welcome backs. Actually, he'd not expected this. Well, not much. And all Rangiku succeeded in doing was to make him feel like such an imbecile…

He turned away from her momentarily, feeling lower than dirt. But her soft call to him made him hopeful, though he hoped he didn't look desperate, even though he was, as he turned back to face her.

"Here, Taicho," Rangiku smiled, and presented Toshiro with his haori. With a few encouraging calls (okay, so he secretly loved the attention, why else would he have waited for the expected results?) Toshiro took the haori from Rangiku and put it on.

There was a short lull in the fighting and commotion, as the small group waited for more orders and ideas from someone on the outside to come in. Toshiro and Rangiku took to standing together against a rock, sort of listening in to the conversations around them.

When Rangiku simply couldn't resist any longer (and Toshiro would be a fool to complain after such a duration of deprivation of the 'heavenly valley') she pulled Toshiro to her chest, allowing him a second good view of her chest. He figured, after all the years they'd been together, and she'd only been wearing her uniform so very open in the last few, since he'd fully come into puberty, if she didn't want him to see anything, she'd have covered herself much better.

But, suddenly, Toshiro's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in fear. Her boobs were smaller now! Oh, how had she lost such gorgeous mass in only a matter of minutes? Were his eyes and mind playing tricks on him?

"Matsumoto…" Toshiro spoke up, not sure if she'd try to murder him for such a question or not. She looked back, curiosity on her face, as he tried to focus on her face and not her slightly smaller chest.

Noticing his confusion, and the flicker of his eyes back and forth between her chest and face, Rangiku smiled and answered his unspoken question. He did look terrified, after all.

"Where do you think I was keeping that haori? It may be small for a taicho, but it still isn't exactly tiny, you know?"

Toshiro's cheeks and face colored bright red, and he turned away from Rangiku, suddenly fearing he was going to be burned to death with Haineko. Which, Hyourinmaru remarked, would be a terrible thing for him. If Toshiro wanted to die, fine. But Hyourinmaru wished to remain around to be with his precious kitty, since she was, after all, the best pussy around.

Hyourinmaru's input only served to embarrass Toshiro more.

Luckily, the fighting ceased quickly enough, and in apology for such an obnoxious question, Toshiro asked Rangiku to dinner. All went splendidly, and in only a matter of about a week the two were steady companions. Toshiro was continually increasing in his efficiency in kissing, and Rangiku was actually helping with the paperwork.

And thus goes the story, which very soon led to Toshiro discovering just how much room Rangiku had inside her uniform top.

oOoOo—RN—oOoOo

Notes: I'm so sorry about the Haineko comment; it's horribly lame, and very crude, but, it fits sooooo well right there. I mean, Haineko is a cat, after all. 8-)