Author's Note: Heads up, incoming Toshiro/Rangiku scene.

Afternoons at Squad 10's offices were typically peaceful. Today was no different, but Toshiro was glowering over routine paperwork, doing all he could to quiet his own thoughts.

For starters, this chair could do for a replacement. His knee kept bumping against a ridge on the underside of this marble desk. He had to sit with a hunched back. His feet were close to touching the floor. Undeniably, his favorite high chair was now too high for him. He had grown taller this past decade, an entire inch in the last year. He was almost five feet tall now. His body was maturing, and with it came all the maturation growing pains, a bruised knee for one.

Footsteps were tapping down the hallway. From the waltzing gait, Toshiro already knew who it was. His lieutenant Rangiku. He couldn't lie to himself—he was excited to see her.

He had once thought the effect Shinigami girls held over guys was all lunacy. A big inside joke. He had never really paid attention to any of their derangement. Maybe he had been in denial; however, now that he was experiencing it first-hand, this was all he could think about. Girls. Every day. Every night. Wherever he went in the Seireitei, he noticed them. Their pretty faces. The aesthetically pleasing curved shape of their bodies. Their flowery, fruity perfumes. Above all else, he wanted to touch them like had never before. How wrong he had been, to assume he would be powerful enough to resist.

He couldn't hide it either. Today's captain meeting had been the latest embarrassing incident.

First, he hadn't been able to look away from Soifon's outfit that showed off a ludicrous amount of her chest. The image was still vivid in his head; the neckline plunged all the way down to her belly button, and her breasts were nearly exposed for everyone to see. She had stood directly opposite to him—on purpose. Because she knew exactly what he was going through.

Then there had been Rukia Kuchiki. Her very much real virginity pill. Her outburst at him. Such insolence at a captain meeting was unheard of—speaking to a captain in such a disrespectful way. She had pushed and kicked him. He could have easily dodged or restrained her with his spiritual pressure, but his desire for her body had turned him into mush. He could still feel where her hand had touched his chest. He could see himself holding a hand like hers.

Despite all that, Rukia was right. He was a captain. Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya of Squad 10. Acting this way was only bringing humiliation to himself and this division. It was time to embrace this emerging part of his soul, no more denial. And there was one beautiful, golden-haired girl whom he could always rely on for help. Her sworn duty to him.

There she was, practically skipping through the door. Her large breasts were on the verge of spilling out of her Shihakusho top. Her skirt looked shorter today. Rangiku sang, "I heard someone's got a crush on Captain Soifon."

Toshiro had to draw on Hyorinmaru's power to chill his full-body blush. Eyes closed, he calmly asked, "Where did you hear that? And I don't."

"She told me. We had a quick Women's Association meeting right after the captain meeting."

"So that's where you were. I thought you were with your fans again." The mental image made him clench muscles in his midsection.

Rangiku walked around the desk to him, stood within an inch of him, so close that her bare leg brushed against his arm. She giggled. "Is this jealously?"

He took a breath. A breath of her tropical fruit scent. "You're hearing things again."

Picking up a piece of paper, she chose now to change the subject: "Captain, who's this? He looks like…"

"Isshin Kurosaki from Karakura Town in the living world." Toshiro glanced at the photo. Mixed feelings stirred. "He's grown facial hair, but he is exactly who you think he is."

"Captain Shiba? He's been hiding in the living world all this time?"

"Apparently so."

Rangiku sat on the desk, and her skirt rode up. She played with strands of her hair. "When was this photo taken?"

Toshiro's eyes jumped away from her panties. "Just yesterday. Captain Soifon told us she sent a unit to Karakura to gather information on Ichigo Kurosaki's friends and family."

"But Rukia's report said Ichigo's sisters and father were injured and unconscious that night."

Toshiro's eyelids drooped as he inhaled more of her sweet scent. "Obviously, he lost his Shinigami powers somehow. Captain Ichimaru thinks he may have given them to someone voluntarily. I have to say I agree, as well as the other captains. We're waiting on Central 46 for further orders."

"That would mean…"

"It may mean nothing. Central 46 and the Head Captain may be lenient if Ichigo cooperates."

Rangiku picked up another photo. "Yuzu and Karin Kurosaki. What will happen to them? If Ichigo doesn't cooperate?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

Rangiku's smile was mellow. "That's a relief, don't you think?"

"I do." Toshiro looked at their cute faces. In terms of physical maturity, they were comparable to himself. In terms of everything else, they couldn't be further apart. He was over a hundred years old, a captain-class Shinigami. They were merely Human—not of this world.

"Captain," Rangiku said, placing the photo face-down, "why are you looking at Captain Shiba's daughters like that?"

Toshiro's forehead wrinkled. "Like what?"

"Like the way you peek at my panties," Rangiku said in a low, purring voice. "Don't you dare order me to take them off. You're still quite immature." Her legs crossed.

Toshiro felt his heart suddenly thud twice in a row. This was his chance. He was a captain. She was his lieutenant. It was supposed to happen—his right. "Rangiku."

"Hmmm?" She picked at her long fingernails.

He stood up, walked to the door with stiff legs, his knees creaking on each footfall.

She sighed. "Captain, I'm just teasing. You're mature enough."

"I know." He closed the door, locked it. Vertigo stretched the ruddy office rug. Dust motes glided within trapezoids of sunlight. He Flash Stepped to the window and pulled the curtains. This was going to happen.

"Captain?" she said, a note of playful apprehension in her tone. "What are you doing?"

He looked into her brilliant blue eyes. "Rangiku, as your captain, I order you to assist me in quenching my growing sexual urges so I don't keep embarrassing myself and our squad. Need I remind you that it is your duty."

Her eyebrows rose. She stared at him dumb-founded for several of his bone-shattering heartbeats. Then she broke out into crazed laughter. "Captain, that was the worst!"

"So you refuse?" His teeth sank into his tongue.

"That's not what I'm saying," she giggled. "Of course I'll assist you. You didn't have to say that. All you had to do was order me to take off my clothes."

His blush grew hotter in his face. "Then I order you to take off your clothes. Call me Toshiro when you're assisting me in this way."

"Alright, Toshiro, you naughty boy," she said slyly, "what would you like me to take off first?"

He swallowed spit. He Flash Stepped to her. "Your top."

"Good choice." And her top came off over her head. Her melon-sized breasts bounced as they were freed.

Sure, he had seen her topless many times before, but never had he been this close. Never had he looked at her this directly with sexual desire and intent. Gently, as though he would hurt her, he touched her breasts. A bit springy, a bit firm, mostly soft and warm. He didn't know what made him do it, but he sucked on her nipple. Given her scent, he had assumed she would taste as sweet and fruity, but she didn't, tasteless, exactly like his own skin. Still, he kept licking and sucking. His hardening penis did like it.

"Toshiro." For some reason she scoffed.

He looked up at her. "What is it?"

"Nothing." Her eyes softened. She held his shoulders. "When I found you in the Rukongai, you were such a nice innocent boy. Now look at you." She sighed. "Even if I weren't a Shinigami, I guess I still do owe you this, for dragging you into our world. But are you sure you want me and not a virgin instead?"

He scowled in reflex. "Why would you think that?"

"Oh, you know. Captain Soifon told me what happened at the meeting… after Rukia was given a real virginity pill. You couldn't take your eyes off her."

He chewed on his lip. He couldn't deny it. Maybe he had been leering and blushing at Rukia. "So what?"

"So I have this," Rangiku said cheerfully. Between her fingers was a small pink sphere. A fake virginity pill, not nearly as potent as the real ones from the royal palace. This pink variant was only for show; it would restore a girl's physical virginity but not erase her memories of past sexual experiences. "Captain Unohana thought you'd snap soon, so she gave this to me just then. She suggested to make it red with food paint, but you snapped a little too soon."

"And you would've lied to me about it?"

"Well…" Rangiku smirked deviously. "I wanted to see your face." Her breasts jiggled in her amusement.

A naughty side of Toshiro was disappointed that she hadn't painted it red in time. Yes, he would've liked thinking that. If only he had a tad more restraint.

Too bad.

He snatched the pill, rolled it between his fingers, and imagined it were blood red like Rukia's pill. "I'll pretend it's real. Open up, big sis."

Her face turned pinker than the fake virginity pill. "Toshiro, don't you ever call me that again or I'll shave you bald."

"Open up, slut."

"Much better." She sat down on the rug. Her tongue poked out, accepting the pill. She swallowed. Instantly, her pupils glowed pinkish-white for a second. Rapid blinks batted her long eyelashes. Shallow, quick breaths shook her breasts. She adjusted her skirt, squirmed on her bottom, and pulled down her panties all of sudden. As her legs spread, she patted the rug. "Come here."

This was it. Finally.

He had dreamed of this, but every time he had woken before the good part. He was finally going to see a girl's pussy. An untouched virgin pussy, which was somehow physically different. From the top of his skull to the tips of his toes, his body was pulsating in anticipation. His penis was harder than stone. He sat down facing her, between her legs.

"Pull your skirt up." His voice was low and intense, like a hungry animal's.

"You do it. Go ahead."

He shuffled forward, and by the waistband, he tugged the skirt all the way up to her ribs. He stopped breathing. A sparse strip of golden hair pointed his eyes to her beautiful pink slit flower. His jittering hand dared to touch her special place. Skin there was moist, delicate, hot. Her flower twitched once, and his penis twitched in reply.

"Spread my pussy," she whispered. "Look at how tight my hymen is."

"Your what?" he mumbled, opening up her slit with two fingers to unveil a tiny hole where his engorged penis was supposed to enter. Although her hole was stretchy, there was no way he could fit inside. He would destroy her entrance by forcing his way in—his body was yelling at him to do exactly that. Claim her. Mark her as his territory.

"Toshiro," she said, "you know what to do. Don't hold back. This pussy belongs to you alone."

And that was all he needed to lose restraint. A growl tore up his throat. He flung away his captain's coat, ridded himself this stupid Shihakusho, ripping it in places. He held the tip of his penis to her tiny hole, then pushed forward with his hips in a single, strong motion. Smooth, hot, wet, and so so tight. Pleasure unmatched by anything else.

She had hissed in pain.

Blood.

The dragon in him liked that.

Slowly he pulled out half way. Blood and pussy juice was smeared all over his penis shaft. He was hurting her, but was reveling, loving her weird mix of pain and pleasure.

"I said don't hold back," she groaned. "Fuck me, Shiro!"

He didn't think. He grabbed her arms and drove back in, then again pulled out half way before forcing his penis back into her deeper. He built up a rhythm, fucking her with more strength and spiritual pressure after each thrust. He was going to break her in two, and he didn't care. Her pained moans were only egging him on.

Out of nowhere, the great feeling in his waist intensified to a mind-bending explosion of pleasure, blossoming in his head, shooting up his penis into her. Icy mist filled the office. Five pulses. Then nothing.

Utter bliss.

Light exhaustion.

He tumbled onto his side, breathing heavily. He saw white goo leaking out of her bloodied, destroyed flower. He had claimed a virgin pussy.

Through the mist, Rangiku was looking down at him, love in her eyes, but also chagrin as though he hadn't done a good job of having sex. She rubbed his arm, saying, "You look confused. I'll explain—you had an orgasm, but I didn't. For your first time, it's alright. In the future, I expect better from my captain."

He had let her down.

He hardly cared. He was floating on clouds. His head was clearer than ever.

"Did you hear me, Toshiro?"

"I did."

"And what do you have to say?"

A boyish grin curled his lips. "Let's get more of those pink pills."

Her eyes narrowed. "Do you want to know how much that hurt?"

"You liked it though."

Her elbow descended on his gut, the blow cushioned by his spiritual pressure. She pinched his cheek, which he hadn't anticipated. "Don't think I'll eat another one within the next decade. If you want another virgin pussy, go find someone else."

He couldn't stop testing his luck: "Like who?"

Her nails dug into his forearm. "I know Captain Soifon loves pain. Your old friend Momo might even eat one for you. Who else? Ah, Rukia's an extreme masochist; you'll for sure have to fight Ichigo for her."

Fighting over girls. Toshiro now understood why guys did that.

And Momo? She was akin to a little sister. The thought of claiming her pussy was a little less appealing. Her body was a little less mature as well, like his own. These days, however, she was developing a nice womanly form.

Rangiku asked, "Want me to send a Hell Butterfly to Captain Soifon? You can have both of us all night long. It'll be good training for your stamina."

Two girls. At the same time.

He was dreaming.

Rangiku nudged his hip. "Well, do you?"

"Yes, send it. That's an order."

She held out her finger for a Hell Butterfly. Black wings flapped, making whirling patterns in the mist. Such a convenient form of communication. It worked across separate dimensions as well. It was unfair that she could summon them while he couldn't, and most of the time she used them for gossip, like now, sending Butterfly after Butterfly. Probably telling everyone about how her captain couldn't give her an orgasm.

"Rangiku," he warned.

She giggled.

Rukia stood outside the Seiretei's northern main entrance. Several years. That's how long it had been since she last set foot in the Rukongai. A lot had changed, and a lot hadn't. District 1 now had shiny new paved roads. Many old wooden buildings had been demolished and rebuilt with stone bricks. It was the people who were the same.

The district elder approached her. Hiroki. He was a man of kindness and integrity. But he too also preferred Rangiku's body type. How typical. "Is something the matter, Officer Kuchiki?"

"Nothing which concerns you," Rukia said in a needlessly cold noble Kuchiki voice. "But tell the residents here to stop burning so much firewood. The smog blows into the Seireitei."

"My deepest apologies, Officer, but winters have been getting colder these years."

Rukia didn't want to have this conversation. It was part of her duties. "Have you spoken to anyone from the 12th Division about this?"

"Yes, Officer."

"And what did they say?"

"Only that they were developing alternative heating solutions."

"Then you'll have to be patient." Rukia looked around. Men and women were starting to notice her presence. A couple of adolescent boys as well, their faces alight. If she weren't on an imperative mission, she would see if they could stand straight in her spiritual pressure without fainting, potentially making their day. "I have to go."

Elder Hiroki bowed.

Rukia unzipped her Chappy-themed backpack, took out a roll of white cloth. Whipping her arm around, the roll uncoiled into a spiraling hemisphere of bandages that imploded on her. Spiritual pressure stormed. The world darkened before the bandages disintegrated.

She stood on a high mountain ledge in North Rukongai 40, overlooking a bustling town next to hilly swamps that flattened toward the horizon. The very tops of snowy mountains peaked above the horizon, like faded misshapen triangles. Beyond those mountains were the outer districts, where Ichigo was, expecting her, likely thinking she would be easy. He was in for a clobbering.

A Hell Butterfly faded into the landscape.

She reached out with her left hand.

Rangiku's chatty voice echoed: Great news, girls, my captain finally broke. Though he didn't even last half a minute inside me. I'm getting Captain Soifon to help train him in bed, so she'll be unavailable for a while at least.

Little Toshiro was at last a man. Or something resembling one.

Hopefully Ichigo was going to be better in bed from the get-go. But it wouldn't really matter with this mind-warping virginity pill the Royal Guard had sent. Rukia was still half-tempted to throw it away… swap it out for a fake virginity pill painted red. Too late for a sneaky switcheroo now.

Author's Note: Next chapter will be back to Ichigo

Review Reponses:

- The mind-altering red virginity pill is indeed a bit of a plot device for Rukia and Ichigo's relationship and their journey.

- I'm holding off on AO3 for now. It will be a last resort backup in case this site completely dies. My pen name will be the same if I do go there.

- Interactions between female Shinigami and others is shown to illustrate the world. How it's supposed to be taken is up to the reader.

- I've read summaries of the CFYOW light novels, but they didn't manage to capture my interest, so this story takes little to no inspiration from them. I've taken more inspiration from last year's Hell chapter (hint).