Title: Bun In The Oven
Date: 13 June, 2010
Words: 477
Characters: Toshiro, Rangiku; mentioned Yachiru
Pairings: Rangiku & Toshiro
Summary: How long will it take Toshiro to figure out what "Bun in the oven" means?
Inspiration: Er… I'm sure there was something… Haha.
Rating: PG
A/N: Just a fic to bother Toshiro a bit more. 8-) Oh, have I mentioned that it's totally and completely free to join the new HitsuMatsu fansite? Because it is!
I'm redoing the HP crossover fic. It should be up and running this evening (I'm GMT -06.00, if you were wondering). I'm going to include a personal favourite (Gin!) and send the twins back to school for Harry's Fifth year, rather than starting at his sixth. Should be fun! And I'd love to have you reading it!
Thanks for reading!
-Rachel Noelle
Oh, and I so had 'forty' spelled wrong in the summary. Ignore it, it's been fixed! *insert embarrassed smiley here*
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Rangiku emerged from the restroom in the small office, holding a stick in her hand. She sighed. This was possibly not good at all.
"Well, Taicho…" she sighed, "There's a bun in the oven."
Toshiro looked at Rangiku, his face full of confusion. "Why are you making sweet buns? I thought you wanted to go out for dinner?"
Rangiku laughed embarrassedly. "Yes, right. Out it is!"
She sat back at her desk. She'd try again in a bit. First she figured she would get some of the paperwork done, so that when the yelling ensued, he wouldn't have anything to threaten her with.
A beat later Rangiku tried again. Following Toshiro out the door, she stated, smiling, "So, I'm in the pudding club now." (1)
"Is that some new division of the Women's Association or something? Let me guess, Kusajishi started it," Toshiro replied with repugnance.
Rangiku, sensing now would not be the time, either, accepted defeat. "Sure. Hehe…"
Toshiro shook his head in distaste. "I suppose if it's something you want to do," he shrugged. Rangiku resolved for yet another attempt. Hopefully he'd figure it out before it was just plain obvious.
After a few minutes and many hurried sheets of paperwork later, Rangiku disappeared out the door to find the tea Toshiro so loved. When she returned, she burst through the doors as usual. "I'm knocked up…" Rangiku tried again, trailing off. Toshiro only looked, if possible, more confused.
"You don't have to knock. This is your office, too," he stated, still obviously uncertain about her unusual mood.
"I mean I'm late," she tried again. She desperately didn't want to say anything certain aloud just yet. And that would spoil her fun.
"Actually, you were on time today. Which, now you mention it, is kind of unusual," Toshiro cracked a small smile.
"But, I'm expecting," Rangiku stated firmly.
When she failed to continue, Toshiro prompted her. "Expecting what? A package? Did you order more of those books?" he narrowed his eyes at her.
"What?" the statement threw Rangiku off-track. She thought for a moment then replied, "No, no. I mean, I'm with child."
Toshiro's face grew horrified and pleading, "You're not taking care of Kusajishi right now are you? I still haven't replaced everything from her last visit."
Sighing, Rangiku dropped onto the sofa. "I'm pregnant, Taicho," she said plainly. Toshiro's horrified face looked more so by tenfold. "Don't worry, it's not yours." She grinned at the look on his face, full of shock and confusion.
When he realized what she had just said, he responded defensively with, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
Rangiku smiled her usual 'I've got something up my sleeve' smile and responded, "I'm just kidding."
Toshiro visibly relaxed. "Thank goodness…" he sighed in relief.
"Of course it's yours!" Rangiku smiled, watching Toshiro fall from his chair in a dead faint.
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Notes:
1 – Something a search led to on Urban Dictionary. I haven't heard it, but it's kind of funny, so I used it.