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~Rainbow Fruit Loop
One Hundred Ways to Make Captain Hitsugaya Throw a Temper Tantrum.
~Chapter 9~
Number Eight.
Get all of the Captains and Vice Captains to follow him around with their Bankais/Shikais.
"We'll need to convince everyone to do it, but it shouldn't be too hard." Rangiku announced.
"What about Captain Kuchiki? He won't do it." Renji said, frowning.
"Tell him you'll do extra work or something." Rangiku said.
"I'm sure you said that last time." Renji mumbled incoherently.
"And, of course, Yumichika and I can join in, right?" Ikkaku enquired.
"Of course! We want to freak him out as much as possible!"
"Hey, Hinamori-kun?" Renji asked, sidling up to the small, dark haired girl.
She turned around. "Hello, Renji-kun!" she chirped happily.
"I was wondering if you wanted to help with something…" Renji began.
"Like what?" Momo asked, looking slightly worried.
After Renji had whispered his plan in her ear, Momo's eyes widened.
"What? Wouldn't he get angry at me, Renji-kun?" she asked, biting her lip.
"No! Of course not, Hinamori. It'll be fun… and Kira's helping!" Renji said, grinning.
"Well, only if he won't get angry… And I guess it'll be fun!"
"Hello, Captain Kyōraku …!" Rangiku chirped, bowing at the pink-kimono clad Captain.
"Ah, mornin', Matsumoto-chan." Shunsui replied, giving her his lazy smile. "How are you doing?"
"Great! But I need your help…" Rangiku said, twirling a strand of her strawberry-blonde hair around her finger.
"But of course." Shunsui replied, yawning. "The ladies always need my help."
Just then, Captain Ukitake walked in. "Good morning, Matsumoto-san." He greeted.
He walked over to Shunui, and hit him over the head with the report he was carrying. "Don't say things like that." he hissed.
"Good morning!" Rangiku replied, glad that she would now (hopefully) be able to convince two Captains.
"She needs my help." Shunsui said, nodding his head at Rangiku.
"Actually, I need both of your help."
Tōshiro awoke with a start.
He opened his eyes, and almost squealed like a little girl.
Because there, crowded in his room, were the Captains and Lieutenants of the Gotei Thirteen, standing around his bed, with their Zanpakutōs released.
He sat up wearily, pushed himself into the back of his bed, and pulled his duvet up around his chin.
No one spoke.
Why are they here…?
Is this just a dream – no, nightmare?
Tōshiro cleared his throat, blinked, and glanced around. Everything was deathly silent.
The person closest to him was, of course, Kenpachi. He had a massive grin on his face, and his sword was pointed towards the small, white haired Captain.
This is awkward.
Tōshiro could see Hinamori in the corner of the room, looking as timid as always, with her Shikai released. He could see Kira next to her, looking as depressed as always. He, too, had his Shikai released.
"Um, what are all of you doing here…?" Tōshiro asked hesitantly.
No one answered.
Right.
Tōshiro craned his neck, and could see Rangiku standing near the back of the room, a small ash cloud surrounding her.
"Matsumoto! Get everyone out of here." Tōshiro instructed, slightly scared by the grinning face of Kenpachi only inches away from his own.
She ignored him.
"Hinamori?
No comment.
"Abarai…?"
Not a word.
Of course not…
Slowly, his eyes locked on the eyes of everyone,Tōshiro got off his bed. He moved towards his bathroom, and, therefore, towards Soi Fon and her massive Bankai. Surprisingly, everyone shuffled out of the way. However, they did not seal their swords.
Tōshiro hurried into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, thankful that no one had followed him.
Am I… in some sort of trouble?
No. Then they would have said something…or killed me.
This is just Matsumoto being an idiot…
The small Captain washed his face, washed his teeth, put on his Haori, and frowned at his (still visible) Mohawk.
After procrastinating in the bathroom (by cleaning the mirror, and examining his eyebrows), Tōshiro hesitantly opened the bathroom door.
He was greeted by the horrible sight of Mayuri's Bankai.
That thing creeps me out…
Tōshiro slammed the door shut, and climbed out of the window, ignoring how undignified he looked.
I hope they're all still waiting for me to exit the bathroom…
Tōshiro was casually strolling along the path on the way to his office, praying that the group of Shinigami would have gotten bored and not followed him.
Because it, quite frankly, scared the hell out of him.
Seeing Captain-class Shinigami pointing their deadly weapons at him was unnerving. Seeing the great Captain-Commander Yamamoto standing beside his bed, with fire flickering around him, was scary. Seeing the Twenty Eighth leader of the Kuchiki clan standing in his doorway with one thousand million small blades swirling around him was terrifying. Seeing Mayuri's giant, disgusting Bankai breathing toxic gas all over his room was petrifying. And seeing everyone in his room was Goddamed annoying.
Tōshiro sighed, and entered the office.
Only to be met by Vice Captain Iba's sword.
They're following me.
Awkwardly, Tōshiro made his way over to his desk. Everyone's eyes followed him.
He could hear Matsumoto giggling in the corner.
"Matsumoto, start working." Tōshiro said, trying not to acknowledge any of the Captains or Lieutenants. "And by work I mean signing paperwork; not painting your nails."
As predicted, she ignored.
Tōshiro swallowed, and attempted to sign some work. However, he was too distracted by the shuffling of the Shinigami and Bankais.
He glanced upwards, and looked into the eyes of the First Squad Lieutenant.
"Look, can I help you?" Tōshiro asked everyone, slightly irritated.
No comment.
Man, this is unnerving. They could kill me at any second, if they wanted…
Tōshiro glared at Hinamori, who was standing with Tobiume pointed at him.
She grinned back shyly.
Geez. How can I get them all out of here? I can't work with them all here! Its hard to breathe!
Tōshiro's mind was working super hard, trying to figure out how to get rid of all the Captains and their Lieutenants.
He couldn't come up with anything.
Damn you, Matsumoto.
Tōshiro lay in his bed, uncomfortably pressed up against both Shunsui and the Fourth Squad Vice Captain Isane, who were sitting in his bed, their Shikais pointed at him.
And, yes. They were in his bed.
The worst thing about the whole day was that no one spoke. Everyone, including Byakuya, and Yamamoto (who were the least likely to participate in such events) had simply stared at him, either pointing their swords at him, or pushing their Bankais as close to him as they could without injuring him.
Everything had been so awkward.
Correction. Everything was so awkward.
I'll get you back, Matsumoto.
…I just don't know how.