Hello again! I'm was suppose to upload this yesterday, but my friends took me somewhere. Anyways, enjoy!
I was going to die if I saw another store again. My arms and legs were aching and I felt like I going to drown under all the bags Matsumoto made me carry. This was strained even more after she made her next purchase at a boutique I would never be caught dead in. She came up to and saw how much I was carrying, so she slung the bags over her shoulder and exclaimed, "Where did you get that dress? And that skirt?"
My mind recoiled when she said that. Two possibilities would be that she hated it and would go shopping for me or she like it and would go shopping with me and both were not pleasant for me. I muttered the store name so quietly that I couldn't hear it myself and yet she did and dragged in the direction of said store.
So the rest of my day was sitting in front of the dressing room and watching Matsumoto trying on things and buying outfits for me that I sorely did not need or want.
Toshiro had just woken up from his nap on the couch in the living room, when the door flew open with a loud BLAM. Matsumoto finally came back from her trip and Toshiro was just stunned at how short it took for her to buy clothes. It was also strange how her style of dress had changed in a matter of hours. His fukutaicho was in a violet-red gown and her hair was done in an elegant swirl.
A muffled voice came from behind her and then it turned in an almost silient sigh. "Put the bags down and show off your dress, Hime-chan," said Matsumoto. "I just want to go back to my room, Matsumoto-fukutaicho," said Kurohime. "Stop calling me that, Hime-chan. It makes me feel old or scary when you do." Then Matsumoto pulled the bags from Kurohime (which was very difficult) and dragged her in.
Toshiro knew he would have ran away from the second if Matsumoto had suggested that he would wear an outfit similar to Kurohime's. But he was not a girl, so that did not apply to him. She was in a black lacey gown that pooled at her feet. She looked like she was going to faint.
"She looks like a bride if you take away the black and change her facial expression," mused Hyorinmaru.
"Shut up," said Toshiro in his mind.
When he looked over at Matsumoto's direction, he saw Kurohime was gone and his fukutaicho was sorting through all the bags. He got up and walked the staircase to the upper level to nap somewhere else. A soft melody came from a door far down the corridor and entranced him. When he tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge and a harsh voice shouted "Hinamoto-sama is busy, Toshiro Hitsuguya. If you need anything, look for it."
Hitsuguya gladly obliged, even though he would like nothing more than to break down the door and shake some manners in Sunade, Kurohime's gikongai. There wasn't much until he came to the huge, wooden double door entrance at the end hall. This was Hinamoto-chan's room, he thought.
Toshiro twisted the knob and opened it. It wasn't like he hadn't been in it before, but seeing it in broad daylight set a new picture in his head. There was canopy bed and the sofa and everything, but it was the designs on the walls that intrigued him. The huge, intricate sign painted on the walls were intimidating and at the same time, mysterious. He processing this thought in his head when the air was knocked out of him and his ribcage was being crushed against Matsumoto's chest.
"Well, I'm going back to Orihime's, Taicho. Have fun here at Hime-chan's." Then she gave him another back-breaking hug and prepared to exit out the balcony when Toshiro fished her back. "Explain to me why I have to stay here, Matsumoto," asked Toshiro. The busty blond frowned and then smiled. "You have to watch over her just in case if she gets in any trouble." With a giddy laugh, she jumped over the edge and disappeared from Toshiro's sight.
I heard everything on the other side of the door. Great, I thought. I had to be stuck with the biggest brat ever know to mankind. As soon as I heard Matsumoto exit, I burst in the room in the same fashion as Matsumoto (I tried really heard on this) and smiled graciously at him. "Well, I heard you'll be staying with me for a while." He looked at me like I was crazy, so I did the only thing possible that still passed as polite. "Sunade, could you come in here, please?" At once, she appeared at my side and looked over at Toshiro, I could see the malice in her eyes when I told her that Toshiro was staying here.
"What?" That was a delayed reaction and I thought she would have pounced on Hitsuguya and pounded him senseless. "Could you show Hitsuguya-taicho to his room on the far side of the hall, please," I asked curtly. It was funny how she looked at the captain with such hate when she looked at me like I was a queen. "Yes, Hinamoto-sama."
"Why didn't you refuse him, Hime-chan," asked Shirobarakaze.
"I just wanted to keep an eye on our young friend here, so he doesn't get in trouble."
"You enjoy this don't you," asked Shirobarakaze.
"Precisely."
Toshiro didn't like being dragged all the way across the hall and then being pushed into a room and the door slam close behind him. After Sunade left, he explored his room. It was almost like Kurohime's room with the exception that it wasn't as grand as hers. There was a huge bed in the center and a mahogany wardrobe. The huge window provided a good view of the sky and the gardens below.
The sun was setting in the far off distance, so he sat down on the bed to watch it. The orange and purple hues filled the stark white room like a painting, but it disappeared after the moon came. Toshiro went to the bathroom to clean himself off before he went to bed only to find that it was more complicated here than it was in the Soul Society.
Not wanting to disturb anyone, he crept out of his room and down the hallway to find another alternative for his situation. Kurohime was shut in the other room again, so he took advantage of this and sneaked into her bathroom.
She must had had trouble with human world's gadgets and probably asked Urahara to do something for her. Toshiro smirked at this thought, clearly happy at finding some flaw in his old aristocratic-like friend . . .
I ate dinner silently downstairs with Sunade, then walked in the gardens alone. It was late at night when I decided it was too cold to be outside anymore. Sunade was probably in her room and I hadn't heard a peep out Toshiro's room since Sunade pushed him in there. With a small smile to myself, I walked back to my room and prepared to take a shower.
"Having fun, aren't you, Hime-san," asked Shirobarakaze.
I nodded and lossened the corset around my bodice and flung it on the bed. It hit something on my bed, so I decided to take a look. It was seven shopping bags aligned together, sorted by color so it looked like a rainbow. I read the note taped to the brightest (which was white) , "Wear these or else. Love, Rangiku Matsumoto."
I didn't want to, but that "Or else" scared me and what was the worst thing that could happen? I grabbed a black nightgown out of one of the bags and examined it. It was not so bad, I thought. At least it still covered up something.
I walked towards the door and opened it. I was shocked into silence afterwards, which was shattered by an shrill, ear-splitting scream from me. Toshiro Hitsuguya turned around and looked at me. The he suddenly realized why and just shrugged it off like it was nothing. But I certainly thought that if seeing Toshiro Hitsuguya in nothing but a towel was nothing, than me wearing colorful clothes would be the same.
Toshiro had enough time to wrap a towel around himself before the door opened. A flustered Kurohime walked through and immediately, her head snapped forward and her violet-red eyes widened when she saw him. Then his ears rang with the shrill, girlish scream and the quiet "oh my" was unexpected. Her hands were clamped over her mouth and she looked like she was doused in red paint.
Sunade's loud voice yelled, "Are you okay, Hinamoto-sama?" Hinamoto let her hands fall to her side and she shouted "Yes, Sunade. I just had a nightmare. Go . . . go and get your rest." Then she turned around with her mouth opened when she noticed that Toshiro was staring at her.
It seemed to Toshiro that over years, Kurohime had grown quite a bit and he could pretty much see why she bothers to wear such an uncomfortable article of clothing such as a corset over her blouse or dress. Hinamoto frowned slightly, then pushed him out of the bathroom and threw his clothing afterwards.
"Poor thing, she looked like she had sixteen heart attacks all at once, boy," said Hyorinmaru.
Toshiro sighed and put on his hakama pants, he had left his haori and shirt back at his room. He was going to sit down on the bed when a crinkling sound stopped him. Several shopping bags were lined neatly at the edge and he saw a pink piece of paper on the floor. He read it and sighed. Hitsuguya swore he would have to try to limit his fukutaicho's spontaneous shopping trips. He moved them to the floor and sat on the bed. Without a second thought, he laid down on the black comforter and stared up at the roof of the canopy bed.
Then he scrambled back up as the door opened all of a sudden. "Oh, you're still here. I thought you went back to your room, Hitsuguya-taicho." Kurohime walked out of the bathroom and over to him. "So, are you okay?" Toshiro was startled by the question and stuttered yes while his real thoughts were "No! I just want to ravish you and kiss you until you're senseless!" But those thoughts were put into his head by Hyorinmaru.
He had to say that Hyorinmaru had a right to think like that because if his friend walked down the street like that, then every man within one kilometer of her would intoxicated by her very presence, much less her appearance. Matsumoto had done a very good job to ensure her petite friend would do just that. Kurohime was clad in a black satin nightgown that revealed her curves perfectly and made her seem an inch or so taller or until he stands right next to her.
She sat down on the bed and looked down. "I'm sorry, Hitsuguya-taicho. I didn't mean to attack you that night, but I just had . . ." She trailed off after this and for the first time in long time, she looked like she would be crying. Not knowing what to do, Toshiro gathered her into his arms and hug her. Strands of wet hair escaped from the elegant bun-like hairstyle that she kept and her perfume wafted over him like a soothing blanket.
The awkwardness was replaced by a tender moment between them both when Hinamoto buried herself further into his arms and stifled a small sob. His cheeks reddened, but he kept himself still enough and patted her back. "I- I'm sorry to have done this. You should go back to your room and rest," she whispered. Toshiro quickly made up his mind and decided to stay comfort her until she calmed down. It was the only chivalrous thing he could have done.
Kurohime cried unashamedly into his arms and Toshiro murmured soothing words in an attempt to calm her down enough so she could think coherently. It took a while and after that Kurohime had fallen asleep without his knowing. So, he picked her up and laid her down on the bed and wiped the remainder of the tears that had fallen from her eyes. With a smirk, he pulled the covers over her and left her room.
A loud rapping sound woke me up somewhere in the morning. I got up and went over to the door and opened it, only to have someone tackle me down onto the ground. "W- what the hell are you doing, Sunade? I was sleeping," I said. This only served to make her more agitated. "I heard what that ruffian did to you last night! He made you cry, didn't he? Then he tried to take advantage of you!"
"Take advantage of who," asked a husky voice above us. Sunade leapt up and spread her arms out as if she was shielding me from him. "You . . .you. You made Hinamoto-sama cry and then you tried to . . . You tried to . . ." I got up and dusted myself off. "I tried what, Sunade-san? Did I try to harm your mistress or take her away from you?"
Sunade twitched and shrieked "You monster!" I saw Toshiro smirk when he knew he had pushed Sunade up to a whole new level of angry. "I only hugged her, it's not like we hadn't before. Besides, I only did that because she was crying, by herself." Sunade turned around and looked at me and I smiled sheepishly and nodded. "I'm sorry, Sunade. It seems like my instincts had gotten the better of me." Sunade looked appalled, then suddenly understood or looked like she understood. "Yes, Hinamoto-sama."
After she left, I went over to my wardrobe and started to find a decent outfit to wear when I heard Toshiro's voice behind me. "So, what did you mean by instincts, Hime-chan. Or would you like me to start addressing you as Hime-sama?" I blushed and replied, "That is none of your concern, Hitsuguya-taicho. You've already painted a vivid enough picture for Sunade and I don't want her to get the wrong idea."
He smirked and exited my room. I sighed and got dressed.
Toshiro was amused at how calm Hinamoto was when she replied to his question. It was unnerving to have somebody talk to you like that and try to stay still. He did however enjoy his little argument with Sunade.
"So, did you really try to take advantage on Hinamoto, boy?"
"No, I would never do such a thing," he replied.
"So, you did not like it when she "hugged" you," Hyorinmaru teased.
"I did, just a little," he admitted.
"You lie. You loved it when she cried in front of you yesterday. Otherwise, you would have went back to your room as soon as she apologized."
. . .
"See, I was right after all," said Hyorinmaru.
"Yes, yes, you're right, okay. I have to meet up with the others to smooth out a few situations."
Without giving a glance to the door behind him, Toshiro walked out the door and towards where Matsumoto and the others were.
Sunade sensed something while she was in the kitchen and ran up the stairs at once to warn her mistress. But Kurohime was already standing outside of her room with her parasol in her hand. "My lady, you know? The coming event of today?" Kurohime scoffed and smiled, "Of course, my abilities have not dimmed since I came to this world, Sunade. I must get to Urahara and Yoruichi immediately."
"I bet that when you look at pictures of yourself, you say 'I don't look like that at all'! The loud and obnoxious bickering between Yumichika Ayasegawa and Rangiku Matsumoto pulled Toshiro from his conversation with Hyorinmaru long enough to intervene with a threat to send them back to the Soul Society if they don't shout up.
Honestly, if this keeps up, I may need to go to Mayuri Kurosutchi and fix my ears, Toshiro thought. Hitsuguya prepared to go back to his inner world when he thought he heard Ikkaku say something. Just then, an unearthly spiritual pressure flew past the group in the park and they all looked up at the sky. "Taicho, look!"
A garanta opened in the sky and four small figure stood in silience as they glanced downwards at the soul reapers. Arrancars, and their reiatsu are as high as an Esapada's, he thought. He took his gikongai and popped it into his mouth, exiting his gigai into his soul reaper form.
He clashed swords with the first arrancar that crossed his path. "Hitsuguya, Toshiro. Taicho of the Tenth Division." The huge arrancar beamed and boomed "Ten? I'm a ten too. My name is Yammy, the Diez Espada." After a while, the other arrancar addressed Yammy. "Yammy, let me have that boy you're fighting with. I'll release and take them on." The arrancar reached for his zanpaktou and opened his mouth. Hitsuguya realized that he was going to release his resurricion. "I won't let you! Bankai! Dagurin, Hyorinmaru!"
"Strangle, Trapidora." Something collided with ice wing shield of Hitsuguya's bankai, but it was not enough to break through. Once Toshiro released his shield, eight white tentacles hit him and he fell from the sky. "Damn it . . ."
I could find Yoruichi-sama, but Kisuke was already going to set out, so I followed him instead. We saw three soul reapers each clutched in a white tentacle. "Scream, Benihime!" "Hadō 33. Sōkatsui!" Our attacks freed all three and Urahara was suddenly attacked by the small arrancar. I watched as the tentacles wrapped around all three soul reapers
Yeah, some of this is really cheesy, but I kinda ran out of ideas. Reviews
