Bleach FF: Midnight Snack

“… And what are you doing here, Hinamori?”

A lot of people would be surprised at how well Toshiro Hitsugaya can actually acknowledge people without giving a glance.  Then again, he was the tenth division captain, so he could easily sense a shinigami’s distinct riatsu.  

He heard the fuku-taicho shift oddly, but didn’t bother to look up from his late night paperwork.

“It’s midnight, Hitsugaya-kun.”
“Hn.  I still have a lot of paperwork to do.”
“But that’s not healthy for you…”

Idle chat, this was wasting his time.

Shifting around, warm, brown eyes glanced around the office.

“Where’s Rangiku-san?”
“Hmph.  She said she was going to take a walk.  I believe she’s just skipping out.”

He grunted, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice.  Hinamori giggled at this, before pulling out what she hid behind her back.  Icy, azure eyes slowly slid up from his paperwork, meeting with juicy red with tiny black dots as the fuku-taicho placed a plate on his desk.

“…Watermelon?”
“I figured you needed a break and watermelon is your favourite, isn’t it, Shiro-chan?”
“Hn.”

He was too busy eyeing the watermelon to even notice that she called him by his nickname.  His hand itched closer to a piece of the fruit, but it was swatted away, as Hinamori scowled playfully.

“Nuh uh, Shiro-chan, you can’t have any until we go outside.”
“Tch.”

Hitsugaya growled in annoyance once more, as Hinamori wrapped her arm gently around his own, before grabbing the plate of watermelon.

Next thing you knew it, the tenth division captain and the fifth division fuku-taicho were sitting on the rooftop of the tenth division, eating the sweet, juicy fruit, watermelon.  They indulged in the midnight snack, as Hitsugaya was spitting out the seeds; like he did back when they were younger.

“Geez, Shiro-chan, you still do that?”
“What?  Is there something wrong with that?”

Hitsugaya’s question came out in a gurgle of some time, seeing that his mouth was still full of seeds and pieces of watermelon.  Hinamori rolled her eyes, even the tenth captain still acted like a kid some times.

After a few moments of clearing away the plate, the two just sat in silence, staring up at the dark sky of Soul Society.  Hitsugaya didn’t seem to care much, but Hinamori was marvelled by the sky – admiring its pure, simple beauty.

“I have paperwork to finish.”
“Wait… Shiro-chan…”

As Hitsugaya sat up, the fuku-taicho looked up at him with those pleading, warm, brown eyes, as she gently clutched onto the sleeve of his haori.

“… Stay with me for just a bit?”
“… Fine, but.”

He paused as he laid back down beside her, his hand lazily entwining with hers.

“It’s Hitsugaya-taicho, bed wetter Momo.”

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“I hope Taicho isn’t mad at me…”

Matsumoto scratched her head slightly, as she made her way through the desolated hall ways of Soul Society.  She slid the door open, stepping in, while putting on her most ‘innocent’ look.

“I’m back, Tai… cho?”

She blinked, the office surprising her greatly.  Despite the fact there was a few more stacks of paperwork on her desk, the candle light was nearly out, on it’s last flicker, and there was unfinished paperwork on Hitsugaya-taicho’s desk.

“That’s unusual…”

She commented, adding more fire to the candle as she glanced around the office to see if she could find Hitsugaya hiding anywhere.

The only thing she found was scattered watermelon seeds spread outside.

“Watermelon seeds?”

She said to herself, stepping back into the night of Soul Society.  Shutting her eyes, she did her best to see if she could sense the riatsu of her taicho.

She was surprised a few minutes later, sensing his riatsu, along with another one (that was very familiar mind you)… above her?

Glancing up, a wry grin reached her lips.  She whistled quietly, before leaving the division, heading in the direction of the 3rd division to bother Izuru to come with her for a drink or two.

After all, it’s not like Taicho would notice.

He was too busy asleep with Momo-chan in his arms.