I DON'T OWN BLEACH

Frozen Passion

氷原の夢を見る
I dream of an ice field
氷の気配がする
I can feel the ice
声が聞こえる こだましている
I hear a voice echoing

Chapter 3;

"Whether it's because of my silver hair, my turquoise eyes, or my cold disposition,
Everyone says I'm "like ice."

"Matsumoto...you were never afraid of me.....why?" He whispers flipping open his cell phone to her smiling face. "Breathing without you...is difficult."

Five nights ago;

"You say something captain?" Matsumoto pops her head into the kitchen her silver eyes wide with curiosity.

"No." He returns his gaze out the window and continues staring up at the moon.

"Aren't you tired? I made up your bed for you." Matsumoto walks up beside him still marveling at his new height.

"You made up my bed....?" He looks at her in disbelief, then his look turns suspicious. "What did you do?"

"What! Like I can't be domestic without it meaning something!" Matsumoto replies flipping her hair off her shoulder sending her sweet fragrance drifting over Toshiro's nose.

"Matsumoto..." He spoke calmly breathing in her aroma, without looking in her eyes. Denying himself the urge to put his arm around her. "You see the light ring around the moon."

"Yes."

"It's called a halo, it's caused by the ice crystals in the atmosphere reflecting the light." He had no idea why he was telling her about this, or why she has always listened to him. For some reason he felt the desire to keep her standing next to him. He'd realized a decade ago she was comforting. Always chatting and bubbly, to balance his quiet and reserved nature.

"You miss him, Hyorinmaru."

"His voice is gone, his ice...is gone. It's like I can't breathe."

"Captain Kuchiki got his powers back, I'm positive you will too." Matsumoto glances over at him his white hair almost glowing in the moonlight. For a moment he looks vulnerable an expression she hasn't seen him make before. Opening her fingers, she considers reaching out for him.

"Matsumoto..." Turning to her he clenches his right hand into a fist and takes a deep breath. Her hair looks soft, he wonders if it feels soft too. She looks pretty in the moonlight. Does he want to say that? To her FACE? Nah, he couldn't possibly say that. It isn't cool sounding, and Toshiro Hitsugaya is the epitome of cool.

"Captain?"

"I-I'm going for a walk." Both hands curl as he heads for the door, to escape the pull of her presence.

"Take a jacket!" She calls out to him but is answered with the door slamming. "It's supposed to rain."

Matsumoto walks over to the window, as he disappears down the road. The street lights illuminating the sidewalk cast his tall shadow across the road. "Why do I always fall for the ones who walk ahead of me?" She presses her hand to the cool glass window, watching the leaves float on the wind. "He is nothing like Gin. He is..."

Patting her hand into her palm Rangiku decides to stop running from her feelings. She would make Toshiro Hitsugaya fall for her....no matter what. The question is how? Her silver eyes reflecting in the moonlight mirror, the sparkling ideas bouncing around in her mind. The sudden flash of lightening crashes outside announces Rangiku Matsumoto has a plan! She will get her captain, he has no choice. After all, what man can say no to her? One doesn't exist. It would have to wait until later, the deteriorating weather outside was concerning Rangiku. Her captain left without a jacket and an umbrella. "He is just getting over a fever, the rain will make him ill again."

Throwing on a raincoat and floppy yellow hat, Matsumoto grabs a red umbrella and runs out the door to look for him. Running along the street in the direction she saw him vanish down. Her foot slips making her slow down. "It's freezing rain?" Panicking she runs faster, her head turning to look down each intersection she passes. Reaching the edge of the city limits looks up in the distance is an old water tower. "He likes high places." Jogging up the dirt path then cutting through a patch of trees, she trips on a rock. Her umbrella goes flying out of her hands as she tumbles to the ground. "Tch, I cut my knee." Getting up and she chases down her umbrella and press on to the old water tower.

"Captain!" She calls out to him over the noise of the storm. He sees her standing below with a bright red umbrella wearing a funny looking hat. He climbs down the tower and watches as she wraps her coat around him. When she pushes the fuzzy yellow hat down on his head, he notices blood running down her leg.

"You are hurt." He says furrowing his eyebrows, as the blood drips down her bare leg.

"Never mind that! We have to get out of the storm!" She yells as the wind blows her orange hair around, stinging her worried face. Her silver eyes dart to a small building behind the water tower. Grabbing his hand she jerks him, through the night storm to the door of the old looking building.

"Why is it locked, it's abandoned!" Turning the knob she frowns, and begins kicking the door.

"On Three?" Hitsugaya replies, "One...Two... Three!" They both kick open the door and step inside.

His eyes scanning the room notice the bunches of dried flowers hanging from the ceiling. Pulling off the soaked hat he walks over to a desk and drops it.

"Oh a coffee pot!" Matsumoto replies excited then frowns. "There's no running water right?"

"Try in the bathroom." He points to the open door in the far right corner. "Looks like who ever works here is using it to dry flowers." He looks through the unlocked desk and finds hunting and horticulture pamphlets. "This is a conservation office, for the forest next to the nearby."

"There's no hot water, but we have a coffee pot." Matsumoto fills the coffee pot and turns it on exhaling.

"Matsumoto?"

"Yes?"

"Why does it hurt?" He asks bracing his hands on the desk to keep from falling.

"Hurt? Are you wounded?" She walks over and gasps. "Your lips are blue, and you are shaking."

"What's wrong with me? Do I have another fever?" His hands and feet were stinging his arms feel like tiny needles are stabbing his skin.

"You are cold." She walks over to him and puts her hands on his cheeks. "No you are freezing cold."

"Hmm." Water drips off him pooling at his feet weighing down his clothes and hair. He looks at the bumps on his skin curiously.

"Take off your clothes."

"In a minute." He mumbles not paying much attention to her, instead focusing on the strange sensations his body is giving him.

"What do you mean in a minute?" She walks over to him and starts yanking on his shirt. "You are going to get hypothermia, it kills humans!"

"I have never been cold before. It's interesting, and is painful."

"We have to get you warm right away." Matsumoto opens a closet, finding towels and a futon. She pulls it open and returns to his side. "Go in the bathroom and take everything off." She hands him a towel and he vanishes. He reappears with the towel wrapped around his waist, his toned chest exposed reminding Rangiku he isn't a child anymore. He looks a little too good, Rangiku shut her eyes and points to the seat in front of her. "Sit."

He tightens the skimpy towel around his hips and slides into the chair. He feels her rubbing the towel on his hair slowly. Her touch is gentle and soothing even in the horrible cold of the room. He suddenly feels tired as a wave of exhaustion flows over him his head droops.

"Don't fall asleep!" She yanks him from the chair and leads him to the futon. "Gotta get you warm, get in the bed."

"You just told me not to go to sleep!"

"Get in there before I make you...." She leers at him briefly then reaches for the towel around his waist.

"MATSUMOTO! I-I'm still your captain." He tries to step away from her when she grabs him by the arms. Matsumoto considers her options as his lips turn a darker shade of blue.

"Not according to Soul Society. Right now you are just another human."

"WHAT!"

"They said... You aren't a captain until you get your powers back. Now get in bed Toshiro Hitsugaya!"

"Oh, I'm having a bad dream." He walks over to the futon and climbs in. Resting his head on the pillow, his eyes follow Matsumoto as she vanishes inside the bathroom. "A baaaad dream with a wet and sexy Matsumoto. Where she says my name and I like it."

He hears the door open and watches in utter terror as Matsumoto walks into the room with a skimpy towel wrapped around her, barely covering half her breasts. Her tiny feet pad over to the futon.

"Roll over, it's cold!"

"What!" He sits up suddenly his turquoise eyes popping open.

"It's the fastest way to warm us up." She doesn't wait for him to dart out of the bed. She lays down on her side and pushes him back down next to her. "Just put up with it, I'll stay awake and watch for the storm to blow over."

"Matsumoto?" Reluctantly he lays back down and turns on his side to give her more room.

"What is it?"

"Does my coldness hurt you like hypothermia?"

"No, you have never been cold to me. But, I have always preferred the cold, I hate the heat. I despise the desert more than anything."

"I would never want to hurt you, ever." Soon as the words left his lips he feels her breasts press into his back and her peachy smell cloud around him. How am I supposed to sleep with her breasts practically warming up every muscle I have! Every...muscle...It's just cruel! Her smell though, it's sweet and he could breathe it in forever.

XXX

Stirring, he feels warm. Warmer than he has been in a long time. With his mind still half asleep he moves toward the heat and incredible fragrance. Sighing he rubs his face into the soft pillow to go back to sleep.

"S-Shiro-chan!"

Hitsugaya's eyes pop open recognizing the familiar voice..... "Hinamori? What are you doing here?"

"What am I-I doing.....WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Chapter 4; Day four...Hinamori and Matsumoto's epic cat fight.

Author's notes; Okies here we go with chapter 3! Reviews are nice takes just a minute! Hope you like it, not getting much feedback. Hang in there with me it's about to get nutty!

Thank you to Crayzzegood

Echoingly-artistic

and Electrared.