This is Week 1: Challenge 1 ~ part 5. Use each trait from the poem Monday's Child to write a one-shot.

Summary: For once it's Matsumoto who isn't feeling well.

Friday's Child
~Friday's child is loving and giving~

The brush of the small taicho swished across the paper work in a smooth, precise manner. The boy remained focused on the paperwork and didn't look up with the door slid open. He did however speak. "You're late."

"Sorry taicho."

"Sorry?" Toshiro looked up from his paperwork, frowning as he did so. The woman places a hand on her forehead as if she had a headache. "Are you feeling all right? You don't have a hangover do you?"

"I didn't go out drinking last night taicho." Rangiku's hand reached for the paperwork on her desk, only for her hand to miss and instead end up knocking the papers to the ground. Toshiro watched as she stared at the ground as well as the papers she had managed to spill.

"I'll get them." Toshiro stood up and walked over while she in turn looked up to stare as he approached.

When he got close enough to bend over to pick up the papers. "Um... taicho."

"I said I'll get them." The boy stooped down to the ground and quickly picked up the papers in his hands and then deposited them onto the desk. He looked at the woman then, taking in the pale skin that had a green tinge to it. "Matsumoto, are you feeling all right?"

"I'm fine."

"No... you..." The boy paused before stepping forward. A small hand reached out to brush the hair away from her forehead.

"Taicho, are you trying to flirting with me? As much as I like the fact you're..."

"Baka!" The boy leaned forward to touch his forehead to hers, only to jerk back upon touch. "I was right, you do have fever."

"Taicho... I'm fine."

"Go to bed Matsumoto. You're not fine at all."

M

A clinking sound woke her, causing the fukutaicho's head to throb. She sat up, causing the problem to worsen. A small figure came into focus near her bed, causing her to frown. "Taicho... what are you doing in my room?"

"I brought you some tea and medicine. I've finished my paperwork, so I'll keep you company."

The woman stared at the white haired boy for a few minutes. "Do you remember when I asked if you were flirting with me?"

Toshiro stared at her, his bright teal eyes unblinking. When he got no response from her he spoke with a calm voice. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Why didn't you respond?"

"I think the appropriate response that I've heard you use is that you're not my type." Rangiku laughed, only to break into a fit of coughing. "I don't see what is so funny about what I said."

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Not really. I'm assuming it means that a person isn't interested at least. It's a way of telling someone that they're not interested without saying they're ugly, or have a repulsive personality, but also not admitting that they've got good looks or have an interesting personality. How close am I?"

"So close and yet so far!" Rangiku giggled, coughing again. "You're actually almost my type."

"What?" Toshiro's eyes narrowed while his mouth twisted up into a frown.

"I was just thinking that you practically match my type except for the fact you're a kid."

The small taicho first stared at her then turned to pour her tea. "Because you're ill I'll mark that kid comment as a slip of the tongue."

"No! It wasn't a slip of the tongue."

"Matsumoto..."

"What I mean by that is the age gap between you and me... I'm old enough to be your mother."

The tea cup that he had planned on handing her suddenly clinked as he looked at her in surprise. "I don't get it."

"You don't?" The woman frowned at him. She then blinked a couple of times. "Say, are you actually planning on nursing me back to health?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"Yes, I actually do thank you very much."

"I'm sorry I'm not Ichimaru Gin."

"Who happens to be my type by the way."

"I... don't compare the two of us!"

"He's old enough to be your father." Rangiku spoke in a sing song voice.

"It isn't as if you ever had kids!"

"Hm... anyways. I don't want you nursing me. The reason..."

"I won't hear of it. You're always nursing me back to health."

"Taicho..."

"Go to sleep Matsumoto. I'm also sorry that idiot took off, otherwise he'd be here in my place."

"But..."

"Matsumoto! Lie down already!" The woman let out a sigh and complied, coughing as she did so. She heard him mutter under his breath as she began to doze off. "I handle this just as well as he could have. We don't need him."

M

When Rangiku woke next she found her small taicho pacing back and forth. When she sat up, she noticed him turn to her while biting his lip. A bowl of water was on the bowl. "If I recollect, you normally when I'm sick..." There was a pause. "I called Ise to come and help."

"Ah... you're talking about helping me clean the sweat off my body aren't you?"

"Matsumoto!"

"Taicho... it isn't that big of a deal."

'What... because you're old enough to be my mother? May I remind you that you're not my mother? I..."

"Gin did it all the time."

"Don't bring him into this."

"Well. I don't want you nursing me back to health anyways." The next words came out of her mouth without thinking. "I guess you can't handle this as well as he can."

"You over head that?" Toshiro's voice trembled. He glanced at the ground. "Maybe... no, I absolutely can not cross that line. Unlike him I know proper etiquette!"

"Oh, taicho..."

A knock came at the door and both turned to see that the fukutaicho of the eighth was standing there. The boy's mouth opened. "Matsumoto isn't feeling well."

"I can tell. What are you doing in her room?"

"Taicho's going to wash the sweat off my body." Rangiku watched as the boy's face turned red. "I mispoke. I meant he's trying to nurse me back to health."

"Where did the first comment come from?" Nanao glared at the boy. "You aren't thinking anything perverted.

"No! It's just... Matsumoto always does it for me when I'm ill. It is something you're supposed to do for someone when they're not well, right?" Toshiro paused. "And yet I'm a male... you're not, so it would be... um. It wouldn't be a breach of etiquette."

"I know. You can take care of me Nanao. As I said, I don't want taicho taking care of me."

"All I'm doing is returning the favor for once!" The boy turned around to face her, only to see that she was removing her top clothing. He spun around, his face red. "Matsumoto!"

"Rangiku... I don't have time to be taking care of you. What about the paper work as well Hitsugaya Taicho? You could have the forth division take care of this."

"I've finished the paperwork. I'm also returning the favor for once. Please... can you stop by... and you know what?"

"All right. All right."

M

After a few times of waking up Rangiku woke to find she felt nice and cool. Something was to her side, causing her to sit up and see that her small taicho had fallen asleep by her side. A smile spread across her face as she watched him. "Maybe my worry is..." A soft coughing sound came from the boy. "My bad luck."

Carefully she nudged him awake. He looked up at her. "Matsumoto?"

"Taicho..." Another coughing fit came from the boy. "You have what I have." The boy stared at her blankly. "And it seems you have it far worse."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"I told you I didn't want you taking care of me."

"I just wanted to return the favor. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"When you manage to get sick taking care of me something's wrong. That's why I didn't want you to take care of me, I knew you would get sick." A smile though spread across her face as he fell forward, his body tired from his own illness as well as having stayed up to take care of her. "My turn."