This is Week 8: Challenge 1 – Part 6: Generate a word list and write a one-shot for each word. (26/285+7)Here is my list. (value, gamble, brass, candle, gang, composer, coat, rumor)

Summary: Office work is stressful. Toshiro knows this but refuses to relax even though his injuries from the Winter War are acting up.
Notes: Gin is around in this. (Also... another person has started doing the challenge as well! :D)

Composer

A small right hand reached up to grab the bicep of the small left arm. While the small hand held on the boy began to move his arm in a circle in an attempt to remove the kink he felt in his shoulder. A sound from outside caused him to stop short and look at the door, his bright teal eyes looking to see if someone was coming. Letting out a sigh he stopped trying to remove the stiffness he felt in his back area and looked at the papers. He quickly moved to working on the papers again ignoring the pain that was building up.

A sudden cramp caused his shoulder to suddenly to lock up and a streak of ink went across the paper, his eyes going wide and his mouth twisting up as if someone had let out a rank stink. The fingers of his right hand wiggled in an attempt to let go of his brush to do something about his right shoulder.

"Shiro-chan?"

The boy suddenly jumped, his eyes looking up at the silver haired taicho in the doorway. Looking back down he saw another streak on his paper. He put his brush down and tried to push himself up from the desk, only to let out a yelp of pain. Gin frowned before slipping over."What'z that matter?"

The boy's bright teal eyes looked right into the man's pale teal eyes. "What is the matter? You're here?"

The silver haired man remained silent before pulling on the chair the boy was sitting on, dragging it over to the couch. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"You need a break Shiro-chan." Toshiro's hands suddenly clenched the chair, his mouth clenching shut as well. "Shiro-chan..."

"Don't Shiro-chan me you traitor. You know I don't like that nickname."

Silence... then he felt the man's bony hands on his left shoulder and the boy tensed up, a gurgle escaping his lips as he realized he was making the situation worse. His left left also hurt at the knee area. His Adam's apple bobbed down and his right hand went up to touch Gin's hand causing him to jerk suddenly upon realizing what he had done. The man remained silent, then spoke to the boy. "Hold still, this is going to hurt."

"What do you..." Gin's hands quickly twisted the shoulder and there was a popping sound and the boy let out a yell. He blinked a couple of times, then moved his arm in a circle. His mouth opened, the corners twisting up. He didn't realize that the man had moved to kneeling next to him, his hands gripping his knee. This time there was no warning. The boy found himself lurching forward off the chair, crashing over the man's shoulder's Gin's hands went up to stop the boy from getting all the way over.. "Let go!"

The man lowered his arms and let the boy stand up, moving his arm and leg before standing up himself. Gin dusted himself off. "Sit on the couch."

"You have no right to order me around. You're... what exactly are you doing here?"

The man of course didn't listen to him. Hyorinmaru of course hummed in the back of his mind. "He just wants a place to belong young master. You know how that is."

"He lost his place by doing what he did."

"You know from your own fukutaicho that he was playing the role of a double traitor. He's punished enough by not being allowed any role in the Gotei Thirteen."

The boy let out a sigh and flopped onto the couch, closing his eyes. They snapped open when he felt something cold placed on his shoulder. Gin looked at him with eyes open, his eyes a pale teal. He then felt a pack of ice placed onto his knee. "I don't have time to sit here."

The man looked at him, his eyes cold and his mouth twisted into a frown indicating that he wasn't in the mood. "You've been trying to avoid me."

"I wouldn't have to if you'd hang out somewhere else."

"You could at least stretch your muscles every so often and walk about, particularly after those injuries."

"You're worse then Matsumoto!"

Silence. Gin slipped away and then brought back something. Something strange went into one of Toshiro's ears and he tried pulling away. "Don't."

"Seriously... the only reason you're hanging out here is because you're hoping I'll mess up so you can tease me."

"I don't blame you for thinking that." Another item went into his other ear and a frown spread across his face. "Relax."

"Relax? I don't..." Suddenly music came to his ears and a soft thump was felt as some kind of device was dropped to his chest. His fingers reached up to touch the device and he frowned.

"It's Beethoven." Gin moved to where Toshiro's feet were and lifted them up to move them onto his lap. The man then leaned on the side of the couch using his elbow. The boy stared at him for a few minutes, frowning as he did so. Letting out a sigh, he then shook his head before going and closing his eyes. Gin of course had to break the silence as Toshiro began to relax. "I don't like it when ya' don't take care of yourself.'

The boy's bright teal eyes snapped open to see that Gin was staring off into his space, the arm that he wasn't leaning on draped across the boy's legs so that the fingers of the hand rested half way between the knee and the foot. "I told you... I have to many things to worry about."

"Like working on mastering your Bankai... Shiro-chan... you don't need to, 'cause I'm here to keep you safe."

"I'm here to keep you safe."

It was then that the small taicho sat up in the dark, his eyes darting around looking for the silver haired man. The boy let out a sigh rubbing his shoulder. "Why did I have a dream about him?" Upon realizing he had said that out loud, he found himself suddenly pausing. He then pushed back the covers, taking the time to massage his leg before heading off to the office. He opened up the desk drawer and pulled out the CD. He then moved over to Rangiku's desk, rolling the desk chair along. He pulled out the player and put on the headphones, letting the music wash over him.

"Taicho..." The boy paid no heed. The head phones pulled back. "Taicho!"

"Matsumoto?"

"I thought I told you that you were not to be working on school work. You're still recovering from your injuries and spent a good deal of time away from the office doing some kind of training."

Toshiro frowned. "I think you know what kind of training I've been doing, though I don't know how you found out."

"Taicho..."

"I couldn't sleep. I had a really weird dream. I came to the office because I knew there was some music here."

"What kind?"

"Beethoven..."