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Fluffometer: *small voice* Ano...uhmm...it kinda went a little off the scale. Just a little.
A/N: Chapter starts where it left off last. Keep in mind that it's rated M for a reason. Also, I urge you to reread it after a couple of days since I tend to change things around quite a bit (no big plot edits though). Please review.
WATASHI NO KOKORO
Chapter 50
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Sublime
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Hitsugaya was sitting down with back leaning against the wall, one of his knee bent while an arm lazily draped over it. Comfortable in his own naked skin...
He had his head turned to the side, watching the big full moon. Its rippled reflection on the surface of the ocean was both soothing and mesmeric.
Hinamori, however, wasn't looking at anything past the opening of the cave. She's under a blanket while holding her head, languorously propped up on one elbow. Taking in every detail of the splendid form by the foot of her bed.
The profile of his body was silhouetted, perfectly chiseled and luminescent by the light of the moon. A resemblance of the Greek Gods that she had read about and seen statues of. Only more handsome, just sitting there... my own living Adonis.
The embers from the dying fire snapped and sizzled; disrupting her idle thoughts.
She inhaled and let out a loud puff of air before addressing a more serious matter. Her voice still a little raspy from their recent activity. "What I did Shiro-chan –was wrong, I know. And yet...I can't help but not feel sorry." She confessed.
"Despicable."
He said it without moving, although she could detect the amusement in his deep voice. Hinamori wanted to make sure that he's forgiven her. So she got up, haphazardly wrapping the blanket around herself and carefully sat, straddled on his lap. Toushiro held her slender waist as she made herself comfortable. Leaving him no choice but to look up at his alluring wife.
The dark jade eyes were solemn, peering through from behind those white locks of hair. The barest hint of a smile on his lips. He remained quiet, stuck at how surreal this moment is as he just stared at his childhood crush, his best friend-turned-wife and now mother to his children.
Her expression was soft and innocent –child-like almost. A stark contrast from that provocative and impassioned woman just an hour ago.
Momo touched one of the locks; daintily rolling it in between her fingers. "Your hair is getting quite long."
"I'll have it cut."
"No don't, Shiro-chan...I kinda like it like this." Both their smiles were a little wry when their eyes finally met. A mutual understanding that what they had shared was something so wonderful that no words need to be said.
It was just quiet once again, a kind of silence reserved only between lovers. The air sweet and sublime...
Toushiro slowly reached up and held her by the nape. Brushing his thumb across a luminous cheek and continued the feather-light touch over her soft lips.
"I love you Momo...insanely."
She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her cheek into his palm. Deeply moved at how beautiful it always sounds.
"And I love you, Toushiro...just as crazy."
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His hand now wandered along her shoulder line then glided to the sides of her arms, gently pulling the blanket down to expose her porcelain breasts. And she just watched as he focused his attention on them. Softly tracing the back of his fingers over its delicate contours. He seemed curious like he's about to break a rule; warily glancing up as if to ask 'May I?'.
Why he had the need for permission surprised Momo, but she just nodded and observed while he leaned closer to kiss one breast. Her breath got caught in her throat when his warm tongue glided over a nipple, his lips encapsulated the hardened pink bud –then proceeded to suckle...
Her neck slowly tilting all the way up as a soft whimper escaped her. The sensation was purely erotic and utterly new to Hinamori. To be wholly received and accepted by the man who you would die for is something far beyond fulfilling. It's transcendent.
Toushiro continued to drink while her hands buried deeper into his white silvery hair; holding him closer... Momo finally felt his lips let go, making a sound that his thirst had been quenched. His breath sending a shiver all over her body as he kissed her chest then her neck. "Look at me, love." He murmured against her throat, he was holding her nape, supporting her tilted head.
Hinamori came down from the clouds for a moment to meet his gaze. He was boyishly smiling; satisfied. "Tou...shiro..." She managed to say, her brown eyes smoldering melting the coldest of winters. She held his face now, her expression was a little concerned as she wiped a dribble on one corner of his mouth. "Ano...how did it taste?"
"Sweet."
"...really?"
"Yes. Want to know how it really tasted?" He asked in case she thinks he's masking the truth. She nodded.
"Then kiss me."
Momo didn't need any more goading as her desire already spiked, even more so the second their tongues touched. She was now kneeling over him, his waist in between her legs pushing him against the wall. She literally have the higher hold, taking control this time around as her tongue probed the sweet caverns of his mouth.
Without breaking the kiss Toushiro moved the blanket from under her, exposing his prominently hard shaft. He held her waist positioning her hot wet center just above the throbbing head as he slowly set her down. The kiss abruptly broke when Hinamori softly cried out from the intense pleasure. His arms wrapped and tightened around her, halting her from moving for a moment as he tried to grasp onto some sort of conduct in this frenzied and hedonistic pace. Having just finished making love less than an hour ago, when she's not even suppose to be under this much strain.
The reason why he needed some space in between them earlier, pretending to take a strong interest at the moon. For his body was immediately recharged, reacting to her proximity. The feel of her silky and supple skin, her scent, her warmth...
He closed his eyes and leaned his ear against the accelerated thuds of her heart. "Momo, wait–"
But Hinamori was in a haste, her desire-driven instincts taking over. She bit her lower lip and braced both hands on the wall as she started to shift in an up and down motion, showing no signs of stopping. Toushiro settled his hands on her gyrating hips, facilitating her to move even faster. Giving up to this blissful abandonment yet again, in this seemingly endless night.
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A few days later around 1:00 in the afternoon. Rukia and Momo were sitting on the large ivory flokati rug in the center of the nursery room, wearing their pretty kimonos. Kuchiki had taken a day off from work to attend a luncheon held by one of Soul Society's noble families. Glad when the formal banquet ended earlier than expected.
They were dangling plush, squeaky dolls above the babies who were both lying on their backs. Their little chubby hands reaching up in the air.
Kuchiki couldn't hold in a laugh... "Momo-san look! He's trying to roll over and crawl...so kawaii!"
"No, I think he's trying to eat the rug...Zennyu-chan –no. Uh-uh." The baby stopped and turned his head to sweetly smile at his mother. His hair already getting thicker, the spikes on the top starting to get obvious. Momo couldn't help but giggle. "You heard me, chibi-taicho."
"Do you mind if I put this on Kone-chan?" Kuchiki had brought more gifts for the babies; a toy truck for Zennyu and a lavender dress for Kokone.
"Of course not, go ahead. She's quite use to playing dress up with you and Rangiku-san by now that I think she loves it...don'tcha Kone-chan?"
Rukia picked up the baby girl, setting her in an upright position. Inwardly wishing she can bring the infant home. Nii-sama always asks about her visits here in the Hitsugaya household (a popular topic during dinner in the manor, however rare do these conversations come) so he wouldn't mind if I invited them right?
The little girl started to bounce, cooing in the process and holding her arms out. "You want a hug from me?" Rukia asked though already embracing the baby. Careful not to squeeze the chibi too tightly. So adorable...
"Koko loves hugs." Momo pointed out, now lying on the rug with Zennyu on top of her as she over-zealously kissed his cheeks. "While this one...loves kisses!"
Rukia sighed while pulling away, adoring the baby girl. Taking note of the soft dark hair already a bit longer from last week's visit, as a tendril curled on the center of her little forehead. Reminding Kuchiki of her own hairstyle. And those long-lashed eyes...are just absolutely captivating! Aware that this must be how it feels like to look into Hitsugaya-taicho's if he wasn't so unapproachable. She smiled at the thought while starting to change Kokone's clothes...
"Owaaah...so pretty Koko-chan! Thank you Rukia-san, It's gorgeous." Momo gushed, automatically reaching for the camera.
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It was well into an hour when Rukia tucked Zennyu in his crib. Marveling at the peacefulness on the twins' angelic faces. Just so trusting and unguarded, emphasized more while in sleep –completely loved and secure.
"They're so beautiful, Momo-san."
Hinamori was bent over the other crib smoothing out Kokone's hair while the baby dozed. "...thank you, Rukia-san." Looking up to smile at her friend.
"You deserve all of this...with what you had to go through, Momo-san."
"And you don't?"
The question caught Kuchiki off guard. "Well ah..." She was about to say something when a knock interrupted.
"Come in."
"Tea, Hitsugaya-sama."
"Oh yes, over there on that table by the window...thank you." Momo instructed the maid.
Rukia sat down on the floor to where their tea was being served and noticed for the second time since the last hour, her friend wincing and hissing 'ittai' everytime she would move to sit or stand.
"Are you okay, Momo-San?"
Crap. So much for trying to hide it. Hinamori waited until they were alone in the room to reply. "Ano...yes, I'm fine but...can I ask you something Rukia-san?" Her face starting to get erubescent while she formulated the question.
"Hai. Of course." Getting a little worried as her friend looked uncomfortable.
"Eto...you're so much smaller than me and uhmm...Abarai-kun is about the same height as Toushiro. And well ...does it hurt?"
"What hurts?...Oh." It took a minute for the other girl to get the gist of the question. "…"
"Yes? No?" Momo eagerly wanted to know.
Rukia didn't feel as uncomfortable once she remembered that Momo is well aware of the depth of her and Renji's relationship. "It's not suppose to hurt while doing it..."
"Well, no it doesn't and that's the thing. I feel the soreness a little later after we...uhm...you know, have done the deed."
"Can I ask you something, Momo-san?"
"Yes. Of course." Her eyes avid as she waited, focused on Kuchiki while she sips her tea.
"Is Hitsugaya-taicho big?"
Hinamori had to cover her mouth and ended up choking on the tea. Rukia began to thump her back to sober her up from the racking coughs ... "Yes –I think... But how am I suppose to know what's big for a guy, if he's my first and only one?"
"Good question. So let me help you...Renji, is this big." She held up her fist, biting her bottom lip as she tried to measure by memory. Indicating the length by stopping about two inches before her elbow. "From my fist to there and..." Making her thumb and middle finger touch to form a circle, "...this thick...now you try it."
"Okay..." Momo turned away to do her measuring at the same time hiding her blush as she tried not to visualize Abarai's size. Though much focused now while she tried her best on her task. "About here seems to be right...and..." She had to remember the circumference, making an almost circle with her thumb and middle finger without making them touch."...this thick." Proud of herself for having a good memory. (It also helped that they did just have sex that morning, before he left for another real world mission.)
"Holy crap! Really, Momo-san?"
"Ano...did I do it wrong?"
"No. But that's pretty damn big!"
Momo took a slight offense. "And so is Abarai-kun but I don't see you complaining!"
Rukia was quiet for a second just looking at her friend's defensive expression before bursting out with laughter. "Awe Momo-san! It's hilarious how you act like this clueless virgin, meanwhile there are two sleeping babies in the cribs –proof that you are far from being one!"
Hinamori couldn't help but giggle as she realized her silly reaction.
"Hoo! Okay, now that we got that settled and out of the way. My advice is that to try to do the deed everyday, it'll help with the soreness."
"Really?"
Kuchiki winked. "Hai. Trust me."
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A week has gone by...
Ichimaru Gin found himself unable to concentrate since 10am that morning, staring off into space again. He blinked a few times when he caught himself slacking. His eyes settled on the pictures that were in front of him as he had been seated on the captain's desk.
There were four different-sized (ranging from to 5"x7" to 8"x11") black frames. One of a candid shot professionally taken at their wedding –their obsession for each other apparent as she meticulously adjusts his shirt. There were one of each of the children on a white blanket, with their eyes open –the little girl caught in an overmodest pose, snuggling her face on the soft pillow as she shyly smiles. While the boy was looking straight at the camera, his chin slightly raised in a manner which leaves you no doubt on who his father is.
Then there's the black and white solo portrait of Hinamori in front of a window, demurely looking over her shoulder. A look only reserved for whom the desk belongs to. Her pose was a little...provocative, as if the taicho took the picture himself...
Ichimaru inadvertently cleared his throat. Feeling guilty to be both ogling the picture and shirking on the stacks of paperwork. He sighed...then decided to just get up and move to the other desk –something that he had been avoiding to do.
Baka. Irritated to see her entire desk lined with dust. Thanking the heavens that he had Kira as his former fukutaicho, and not even about to wonder how Hitsugaya made it through the years having Matsumoto as his lieutenant. "The useless chit..." He muttered while he dusted off her cluttered and unused workspace.
Ichimaru's mood hadn't much improved either since Rangiku figured to just completely avoid him ever since the confrontation. He hasn't seen her in a month. Ironic really, for he's the one doing all her fucking work, hence allowing her more leniency to take all this time off. Genius, Gin, genius.
The 10th Division captain was sent out on a quick mission for a couple of weeks and had assigned him to oversee things while he was gone –as expected. And Ichimaru isn't complaining, much too indebted to the captain in a whole different score. It's just that there's a new rumor that he heard whispered along the division hallways. Of Matsumoto-fukutaicho getting into a serious relationship with another captain. The fuck? Who the hell could it be?
His speculations getting the better of him, he shook his head to snap out of it. Yare, yare Ichimaru. Calm yerself down and figure it out later. Determined to now finish all the work that's been piling up.
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It took him four uninterrupted hours to finally see the bottom of the last pile; a little proud of himself. He yawned loudly and stretched his long arms, though glancing behind out the large window when he felt her warm reiatsu...
Her back was to him, located farther into the garden, clothed in her beautiful red yukata. Her long dark hair and the hem of her dress swayed along when a gust swept past. A small, feminine hand reached against a sakura bark as she seemed to be caught up in her thoughts or just out to get a bit of fresh air. Whatever the case, Ichimaru couldn't help but stand up, mesmerized as he slightly hid and leaned against the frame to watch the scenic view.
It's been rare to see the girl out of the strict confines of their home. Her spiritual pressure, along with the children's, are indiscernible in the protective seal that's casted around the vicinity. Not allowed to leave its parameters unless highly supervised. So this, was a rare view indeed.
And it brings peace to his soul every time he sees the girl just incandescent in her joy. Almost as if Hinamori's happy ending an atonement to his sins...Right. Gin snorted under his breath, for he knows that nothing can bring him absolution of those past deeds. And definitely undeserving of a happy ending himself.
His thin frown turning more grim, refusing to admit that he and Rangiku were never meant to be. But his gloom was disrupted however, when Momo suddenly turned, her hair whipping in the process; lips half-open from shock. He instinctively stepped to the side, feeling trapped to be caught staring at her like this. Although her mouth shaped into a pretty smile, brightening her face as she breathed,
"Shiro-chan."
Gin saw him walking towards her, in his often regal tread. The green underside of his haori visible as it billowed with the wind. The couple's eyes locked, mindless of anything else all around them.
He instantly recognized the prickly feeling as envy when he continued to watch the pair...
Momo seemed to stay rooted on the spot and just waited for Hitsugaya. Still jarred from seeing him. She laughed when he used shunpo to sweep her up, the melodious sound pealing as he twirled her once.
"My turn to render you surprised." He smirked, whispering in her ear.
She tip-toed and hugged him tighter, closing her eyes while she inhaled his crisp, masculine scent. "Shiro...I thought you wouldn't be back until next week?"
"And miss the New Year?"
"Hmmm...of course not." Her dreamy expression was altered for a moment when she remembered something. "Oh, we got invited to spend it with the Kuchikis by the way."
"Is that so?" His white brow cocked, but presently not interested in a conversation. Lifting her high up by the derriere as she familiarly wraps her legs just above his waist. In the meantime his lips sought out her mouth, coaxing it into a heavy, and hungry kiss.
"...I know it's only been a week Toushiro... but we've missed you." Momo managed to say in between breaths...
And Gin had to turn away when their embrace got way too intimate. Hitsugaya leaned his wife against the bark of a tree and started to hike her skirts up, sliding it up higher to her thighs. Though the young taicho was courteous enough to extend an arm out and waved it once over their heads as he casts the concealing bakudo, bending the light so to completely hide them from view.
Huh.
We were both considered as prodigies, naturally compared with similarities in our higher level of intellect... But lemme break the news people, for we are not the same. Not even close.
Ichimaru finds himself coming short compared to Hitsugaya. Positive that if they were both given the most complex analytical problem, that the young taicho would have beaten him to the answer in no time. For the boy was clearly quicker to come up with a solution; knowing exactly what he wanted to protect. Holding on to the one thing that he needed to have. The true child prodigy.
Meanwhile, I'm still here...
Tsk. I need a fucking drink.
Writing a note indicating that he's done for the day and left it, along with the finished documents, on the captain's desk.
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Perfect. Izuru contentedly mused.
Friday nights always has this place packed. Making it so that the 3rd Division taicho could just easily blend in –but that wasn't the case.
Kira was filling up his third cup of sake when another cup clinked right next to his.
"Pour some in here, will ya? Don't worry... I told them to keep the bottles comin'." He assured before tilting his head up to swig down the drink.
"Ichimaru-tai...cho!" The blond's pupils shrunk from the surprise; staring at the person seated across from him. A man who he still admires.
"Bad habits die hard. Eh Kira-taicho?"
"Ano...haven't seen you around. How've you been?"
"Never been better." He deceptively smiled. "What brings ya here...alone?" Aware that Izuru is one of Rangiku's drinking buddies. Inseparable once the weekend nears.
"Ah...nothing really." Not that he's going to tell him or anyone for that matter, that he had been back to dreaming about a certain girl these days. The last he'd seen her she was lying unconscious in a hospital bed, pregnant with that bastard's child... It's become evident that he's not over her yet, especially when his friends had been continuously dating while he's still stuck on Hinamori. He had to stop himself from visiting her when word got out that she'd finally awakened from the coma. Then just completely avoided thinking about her altogether when the city celebrated the day she gave birth...to twins at that!
So that's why he's here alone. Drowning his thoughts in the dulling-effect of alcohol. Though something reminded him...taking advantage of the convenience it offered to see his former-taicho here, who now happens to work in the 10th division. He asked nonchalantly as he filled Gin's cup.
"How is she...Ichimaru-sempai? Do you see her around?"
"...Rangi-chan?" He snorted. "Hardly do I see her around, you know that. Her office desk got more dust in it than the soutaicho's decrepit bones." Gin chuckled at his own joke as he downed another drink.
"No. I meant Hinamori-kun." Refilling the empty cup once again.
That got Ichimaru to pause and open his light jade eyes to peer at the boy. So that's why you're here. "...She's fine." He then grabbed two full bottles from the side of their table, handing one to the blond. "Hmmm...Kira-taicho, let's have a toast shall we? ...To insurmountable dreams."
The loud clink echoed as it promised a long night to come...
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"Uhhh...and her eyes vould alvays...twinkle. Hic. Making my heart flutter...like the...like the vings of a bird...a bird. Hic...a lonely bird. Kuso! I never had the chance, Ichimaru-taicho!"
Gin watched the blond nod off, hoping the drunk idiot won't resort to tears next. Aware that he's not in a better shape either, since he can hear himself slur on some of his words. "Oi, bakara. Stop addressin' me as that... But lemme ashk ya somethin' Kira."
"...But you were the bestest captain! Ah-wha?... What did you say?"
"Your friend Rangiku, she's datin' someone?"
"Eckh. She's always dating."
"Heard this one is serious. Where is she anyway?"
"Oh yeah...in a date with Hisagi-san. He's in love with her, you know. But Rangiku...hic...I can't tell if she feels the same way. It's kinda hard to see what's in her heart..." Izuru snorted and drunkenly snickered. "Because her giant boobs are always on the way!...Hic."
Gin almost shook the guy. "Where –exactly –is their date?"
"The Aragawa, in the Shan...Shinbashi district. It's a pretty pricey restaurant, I hear. Although...their date should be done by now...Uhhh..." He buried his face in his hands. "My head's gonna pay for this tomorrow... Huh? Ichimaru-sempai? Where'd joo go?"
Izuru gave up, finding it easier to just rest his heavy head on the table.
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The trilling and sexy laugh was even more distinct in the dark as Shuuhei leans over to leave a chaste kiss on the underside of her ear. Rangiku was holding on to the front of his dark blue kimono, urging him to continue. "You're making me blush, taicho."
They were a little far off to the side of the restaurant's entrance, caught up in their own hushed conversation. Hisagi had her back against the wall, trapped in between his arms. Both languid from drinking a lot of the premium grade sake, and eating the delicious food.
"I find you even more attractive when you do." He couldn't stop from touching her; delirious. The girl that he'd always wanted to have is right here...with him. Still feeling the surreality when she finally gave him the time of day. It's their third kiss, not that he's counting. Her soft lips would always leave him incoherent so he avoided them for a moment and took his sweet time just gliding his nose up her slender neck...
It all became too sudden when Hisagi was grabbed from behind and unceremoniuosly pushed aside, the back of his head hitting the tree about thirty feet away as its branches shook from the impact. "Gin! What are you doing?" He heard Rangiku's incredulous yell before he fell unconscious.
"What does it look like I'm doin'? Savin' a lady in distress, s'what I'm doin'. He obviously was takin' advantage of ya. " The tall man was in front of her, dusting his hands off like he just finished a task. A sly smile on his face. "Always at your service, ma'am..." He said, then audaciously bowed.
"No, he wasn't! We were in a date, Gin!"
He straightened up, though swaying a bit as he took a step closer to hold her chin. His eyes were open, serious and uncertain while he searched her face. Ahh...there she is, my Rangi-chan. The rise and fall of her bosoms tempting and arousing as her temper escalated...He swallowed the obstruction in his throat.
"Ya let him get close to ya like that?"
"Huh? What's it to you? It's none of your business!... And you've been drinking, have you?"
"How many have ya let in your room, Rangi-chan?"
"Like I'm really going to tell you–"
"I've heard ya've been around."
Matsumoto slapped him hard, his neck whipped to the side. Her voice was low, the sing-songy lilt completely gone. "Don't you ever touch me again...and apologize to Hisagi right–"
"Reap Kazeshini!"
Ichimaru didn't even blink, as he moved one leg back to crouch and point his zanpakuto at the spinning reapers.
"Shoot to death, Shinsou."
The deadly sword deflected Hisagi's chained zanpakuto, and it didn't stop, proceeding to contract farther; slicing the trees surrounding the area.
"Noooo!" Rangiku shouted. Though relieved when she saw Shuuhei still standing. This isn't good. Regretting not bringing Haineko.
"My, my Hisagi-taicho...I was just about to apologize but it seems ya now owe me one, eh?"
"Wait! Wait! Wait! Please stop shinigami! You can't be destroying the property!" The restaurant manager came running out, pleading.
The two armed men eyed each other for a moment before Ichimaru offered. "Let's settle this. Tenth division training grounds. In five minutes."
"You read my mind." Shuuhei agreed.
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Her back arched, gasping for breath as one of her arms stretched; her fingers reaching towards the headboard. Faltering when she couldn't touch anything but air.
Momo clutched the front of her gown, softly mewling while her body convulsed from the climax. Her senses still whirling when she felt for his head under the covers, gliding her fingers in through his hair as he was intently busy with what's in between her legs.
"Tou...Toushiro...please..."
He came up from below, with a satisfied smile on his face. "Do you have any idea how much pleasing you turns me on, Momo?" Lifting her nightgown over and off her head.
"No." She whispered, not able to formulate any other words. Running her hands over his hard abdomen before wrapping her arms around his neck.
It's been a busy couple of days at work that he hardly got to spend any time with the family. Let alone some 'quality' time with his wife.
His teeth nipped at her ear lobe. "I've missed you...baka."
"...I know." Sighing when he finally slid himself inside of her. Losing themselves in the completeness of the moment.
But wait...what's that sound? Hinamori's eyes opened. "Mmmyou're phone...Toushiro..." She muffled while moaning against his lips.
"Ignore it..." He groaned, licking a taut nipple to keep her focused.
"Ahh...okay..."
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Knock* Knock* Knock* Knock* Knock*
Fucking hell.
"...Someone's...at the door, Shiro-chan."
His hands clutched the sheets as they balled up into fists. "I swear..." He vowed while getting up from the bed. "Cover up, Hinamori."
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The 8th seat officer considered himself a brave one, so sure of his capabilities these days that he was going to request for a higher seated position sometime this month. But his confidence was diminished the second the taicho's bedroom doors slid open.
For there the captain stood, half-clothed with a glower so menacing that the officer had to move and check his fingers, making sure he wasn't frozen on the spot.
"Hi-Hitsugaya-taicho. I'm sorry to disturb, but th-there's a fight." He stuttered.
"And you couldn't wake the fukutaicho?"
"Uhh see...she's the cause of the fight. And...and these men are taicho-level–"
"See to it that no one gets injured before I get there."
"Hai, Hitsugaya-taicho."
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"Shiro-chan?" Hinamori was on the bed, the blanket up to her chin as she watched her husband shrug on his haori and grab Hyourinmaru.
"It's fine, Momo. Stay here. I'll be back."
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"What is the meaning of this?" Asked the young captain after he flash-stepped and appeared in the middle of the duel.
The crowd gathered even closer, though just close enough not to be caught up in all the captain-class reiatsu flying about.
"Stay outta here, Hitsugaya-taicho. It'll be over in no time." Gin assured, looking straight at Shuuhei when he said it.
"Huh. You're right. This won't take long." Countered the 9th Division taicho, holding the chains and spinning the reapers in both hands. Already armed in its shikai form.
Not too keen at being brushed aside and ignored, Toushiro clenched his teeth. Followed by the sharp sound of his sword being unsheathed. His glowing blue reaitsu emanated, wielding the zanpakuto as he slashed it horizontally to the side.
..."Daiguren Hyourinmaru."
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About five minutes later...
They were on the bed, Matsumoto had her head on her friend's lap as she helplessly cried. She immediately sought her out the minute she lost control of the situation. Finding comfort while Momo hushed and combed her small fingers in through the long golden tresses.
"No, it's not your fault Rangiku-san. Shhh...it's going to be okay. Your taicho will resolve it. I know he will."
"The stupid ass just appeared out of nowhere! Asking me about who I slept with and...and...poor Shuuhei!"
"Gin-san was just jealous, ne?"
"Pffft! The stupid idiot was drunk, that's what he was. I hate him!" Burying her face back into her friend's yukata. Momo rolled her eyes, knowing how stubborn Rangiku gets every time she tries to put Ichimaru in a different light.
The blond's head perked up. "Hah...? What is that?"
Both girls ran to the window and watched as the division gates opened to let 4th squad members in, their emergency lights flashing. "What's going on? What happened?"
Matsumoto ran out to the long hallway, and saw her taicho walking towards them. A content air hung about him, making her eyes narrow. "What did you do, taicho?"
He shrugged. "What I should have done."
"What. Did. You. Do?"
"I sent Ichimaru to the hospital. Don't get all dramatic Matsumoto, geez."
"Why did you have to resort to that?"
"There wasn't an option to be diplomatic."
"Ugh! This is what happens when you put men in charge!" Rangiku said with vehemence before stomping away.
"Right. Because you handled that situation perfectly." He said towards his fukutaicho's back, although his smug look was suddenly wiped off when he entered the bedroom and met Momo's glare. She had her arms crossed. "What?"
"How could you?"
"Don't, Momo."
"After all his help, how could you do this to Gin-san?"
"He'll be fine...oi, where are you going?"
"To find Rangiku. I'll see you later." Shutting the doors behind her.
What the hell? ... ...
There was a stirring of spiritual pressures that tugged on his insides. Followed by a soft sob; immediately recognizing it as Zennyu's cry.
"Tch."
The taicho slightly bowed his head then made his way to the nusery...
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A/N: Please review.