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ajremixOr the drabble that got away from me. Like, REALLY got away from me. I'm talking about orange jumpsuits and bloodhounds, here.
Title: Working Relations
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1250
Characters: Rangiku, Hitsugaya
Summary: Inspired in part by the Rangiku-ownage of 197. When IT began.
Rangiku didn’t much like her previous captain. He was stiff and incorrigible and even he had this nasty, nasty habit of staring at her chest. It certainly wasn’t her fault having to wear her uniform like this. It was a regulation sized haori, fit her beautifully everywhere but too small across the chest. And the only way to get it to close properly was to either go for a size that had her sleeves covering her hands or spend far too much money to get a custom fit. Rangiku had to bite the bullet and go with the one that at least MOSTLY fit. And, though she wouldn’t go advertising it, she enjoyed some of the reactions from it.
Except, of course, from her captain. He wasn’t a pervert exactly. He was just… kind of creepy. Mainly because he was old. Age, granted, didn’t mean much when you were essentially ageless, but he LOOKED old. If Rangiku had a grandfather, she was certain he’d look about that age. But he wouldn’t stop staring and it got to the point that she had even considered either binding down her breasts (which she couldn’t do because breathing was essential to making it through the day) or even having to splurge on the custom fitting.
But, to her great relief, the old captain retired. And before she knew it, she had a new captain. A younger captain. A VERY younger captain. A captain so young he looked like he only recently learned how to tie his waraji by himself.
Rangiku had to admit, though, it was nice being able to do reports in the office without feeling some old man’s gaze tracing her outline. Her new captain, for the most part, didn’t seem to even notice her attributes asides from asking her why she couldn’t wear her uniform properly.
That didn’t keep it from getting awkward the first time IT happened.
Yeah, that’s right. IT.
IT happened as IT tended to do often afterwards. They were either turning the same corner in opposite directions or they weren’t looking where they were going (IT happened so many times she couldn’t even remember exactly what happened the first time) and then, suddenly, Rangiku had something stuck between her breasts.
Imagine her surprise when she looked down to see the gray-spiked head of her captain.
She went stiff, a distant part of her amazed at the fact that he managed to pass her automatic pervert defenses. Her hand was cocked back to slap him across the face when he finally managed to free himself.
Then, to her surprise, the captain snapped and glared. “Would you watch where you’re going?” And stalked off, going back to muttering about the reports in his hands.
Amazed, Rangiku stood there, unable to comprehend.
He… So that’s why he got around her reflexes. He wasn’t ACTUALLY trying to be perverted, it was an honest accident and he still acted like he merely bumped into her shoulder (or hip, as the case may be). That, Rangiku idly found herself thinking, was the most endearing thing she’d been privilege to in a long time.
“Hitsugaya-taichou,” she told herself with a fond smile, “is the cutest captain ever.”
And IT kept happening, always by accident and always with the same snap and scowl and Hitsugaya continued to be totally oblivious on how jealous so many other people were when IT happened in the public forum.
Over time, though, IT eventually became just any old it. He didn’t snap or scowl so much, used to having breasts thrust at his face at any given moment. But he still gave her a look and it just reinforced Rangiku’s earlier observation that she really DID have the cutest captain ever.
And then it changed again. This time, Hitsugaya had done an all-nighter on some reports and have ended up late for a captains’ meeting. Having full knowledge of this Rangiku went in his place, explaining that her captain wasn’t feeling well and had asked if it was possible for her to take his place just this once. No, it’s nothing bad, just a little food poisoning. No need for Unohana-taichou to look at him, the situation has already been taken care of, thank you.
And completely neglected to not only wake him up to let him know, but also to leave a note explaining the fact to him. So when she was on her way back to the division’s main office, she was met along the way by a gray and black bullet that not only knocked her breath out but almost popped her out of her uniform on the way down.
She coughed, laying dazed on the ground and someone above her groaned. Hitsugaya was on his knees (just barely straddling her, he was so short) and had a hand against his nose. “Matsumoto?”
“Ca-Captain.” She wheezed in return.
“Sorry, sorry,” and he was back on his feet, “I’m late! Why didn’t anyone wake me up, I have to-“
“Captain.” She said louder, this time grabbing at his sleeve. “Captain, the meeting is over. I took notes of everything that was passed… um.” Rangiku looked around at the papers scattered around them.
He blinked at her. “You…?”
“You looked like you really needed the rest.” She explained, giving him a little pout in case he felt like yelling at her.
Grumbling to himself, Hitsugaya ran a hand over his face. “…..leave me a note next time you do something like that, dummy.”
It wasn’t a thank you, but it was just about the best that she’d get, she supposed. And then he held his hands out to her.
“??”
“C’mon.” He spread his fingers out wide. “Do you want help or not?”
With a smile, Rangiku excepted his help graciously, despite the fact she was almost twice his height. He even helped her pick up the papers and together they headed back to the office. She helped out with the paperwork, teasing him and weaseling out of it whenever she got bored and even brought dinner for the both of them to the office.
It was getting towards late night when he finally closed his book (he always kept things well organized and well documented, Rangiku thought he had a mind like a file cabinet) and drained out his ink tray. “Go to bed, Matsumoto.”
She lounged on the couch, almost considering sleeping there again, but gave Hitsugaya a smile. “Only if captain does, too.”
He gave her a half-hearted scowl. “I am.”
“Good.” She got to her feet. “I’ll walk with you, since it’s on the way.”
“Do what you want.”
They walked down the hall in an almost silence. Their feet and wide legs of the hakama swished in the open hall and Rangiku hummed as she sashayed aimlessly behind her captain. When they turned halls to part, Rangiku told him, “Good night, captain.”
“Hn.” He didn’t look at her, but he said, “Matsumoto.”
“Hm?”
“What is it that you use? Like lavender and chamomile?”
She blinked. “My skin lotion, you mean?”
“I guess.” He shrugged and she could just barely see his cheeks turning red. “It smells nice.” And promptly hotfooted it down to his own quarters.
It wasn’t until she had changed into her sleeping yukata that Rangiku brought a hand up and lightly sniffed her wrist. The scent of her lotion had wore off sometime in the afternoon…
The revelation made her smile warmly. “Hitsugaya-taichou is the absolute cutest captain ever.”
Title: Working Relations
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1250
Characters: Rangiku, Hitsugaya
Summary: Inspired in part by the Rangiku-ownage of 197. When IT began.
Rangiku didn’t much like her previous captain. He was stiff and incorrigible and even he had this nasty, nasty habit of staring at her chest. It certainly wasn’t her fault having to wear her uniform like this. It was a regulation sized haori, fit her beautifully everywhere but too small across the chest. And the only way to get it to close properly was to either go for a size that had her sleeves covering her hands or spend far too much money to get a custom fit. Rangiku had to bite the bullet and go with the one that at least MOSTLY fit. And, though she wouldn’t go advertising it, she enjoyed some of the reactions from it.
Except, of course, from her captain. He wasn’t a pervert exactly. He was just… kind of creepy. Mainly because he was old. Age, granted, didn’t mean much when you were essentially ageless, but he LOOKED old. If Rangiku had a grandfather, she was certain he’d look about that age. But he wouldn’t stop staring and it got to the point that she had even considered either binding down her breasts (which she couldn’t do because breathing was essential to making it through the day) or even having to splurge on the custom fitting.
But, to her great relief, the old captain retired. And before she knew it, she had a new captain. A younger captain. A VERY younger captain. A captain so young he looked like he only recently learned how to tie his waraji by himself.
Rangiku had to admit, though, it was nice being able to do reports in the office without feeling some old man’s gaze tracing her outline. Her new captain, for the most part, didn’t seem to even notice her attributes asides from asking her why she couldn’t wear her uniform properly.
That didn’t keep it from getting awkward the first time IT happened.
Yeah, that’s right. IT.
IT happened as IT tended to do often afterwards. They were either turning the same corner in opposite directions or they weren’t looking where they were going (IT happened so many times she couldn’t even remember exactly what happened the first time) and then, suddenly, Rangiku had something stuck between her breasts.
Imagine her surprise when she looked down to see the gray-spiked head of her captain.
She went stiff, a distant part of her amazed at the fact that he managed to pass her automatic pervert defenses. Her hand was cocked back to slap him across the face when he finally managed to free himself.
Then, to her surprise, the captain snapped and glared. “Would you watch where you’re going?” And stalked off, going back to muttering about the reports in his hands.
Amazed, Rangiku stood there, unable to comprehend.
He… So that’s why he got around her reflexes. He wasn’t ACTUALLY trying to be perverted, it was an honest accident and he still acted like he merely bumped into her shoulder (or hip, as the case may be). That, Rangiku idly found herself thinking, was the most endearing thing she’d been privilege to in a long time.
“Hitsugaya-taichou,” she told herself with a fond smile, “is the cutest captain ever.”
And IT kept happening, always by accident and always with the same snap and scowl and Hitsugaya continued to be totally oblivious on how jealous so many other people were when IT happened in the public forum.
Over time, though, IT eventually became just any old it. He didn’t snap or scowl so much, used to having breasts thrust at his face at any given moment. But he still gave her a look and it just reinforced Rangiku’s earlier observation that she really DID have the cutest captain ever.
And then it changed again. This time, Hitsugaya had done an all-nighter on some reports and have ended up late for a captains’ meeting. Having full knowledge of this Rangiku went in his place, explaining that her captain wasn’t feeling well and had asked if it was possible for her to take his place just this once. No, it’s nothing bad, just a little food poisoning. No need for Unohana-taichou to look at him, the situation has already been taken care of, thank you.
And completely neglected to not only wake him up to let him know, but also to leave a note explaining the fact to him. So when she was on her way back to the division’s main office, she was met along the way by a gray and black bullet that not only knocked her breath out but almost popped her out of her uniform on the way down.
She coughed, laying dazed on the ground and someone above her groaned. Hitsugaya was on his knees (just barely straddling her, he was so short) and had a hand against his nose. “Matsumoto?”
“Ca-Captain.” She wheezed in return.
“Sorry, sorry,” and he was back on his feet, “I’m late! Why didn’t anyone wake me up, I have to-“
“Captain.” She said louder, this time grabbing at his sleeve. “Captain, the meeting is over. I took notes of everything that was passed… um.” Rangiku looked around at the papers scattered around them.
He blinked at her. “You…?”
“You looked like you really needed the rest.” She explained, giving him a little pout in case he felt like yelling at her.
Grumbling to himself, Hitsugaya ran a hand over his face. “…..leave me a note next time you do something like that, dummy.”
It wasn’t a thank you, but it was just about the best that she’d get, she supposed. And then he held his hands out to her.
“??”
“C’mon.” He spread his fingers out wide. “Do you want help or not?”
With a smile, Rangiku excepted his help graciously, despite the fact she was almost twice his height. He even helped her pick up the papers and together they headed back to the office. She helped out with the paperwork, teasing him and weaseling out of it whenever she got bored and even brought dinner for the both of them to the office.
It was getting towards late night when he finally closed his book (he always kept things well organized and well documented, Rangiku thought he had a mind like a file cabinet) and drained out his ink tray. “Go to bed, Matsumoto.”
She lounged on the couch, almost considering sleeping there again, but gave Hitsugaya a smile. “Only if captain does, too.”
He gave her a half-hearted scowl. “I am.”
“Good.” She got to her feet. “I’ll walk with you, since it’s on the way.”
“Do what you want.”
They walked down the hall in an almost silence. Their feet and wide legs of the hakama swished in the open hall and Rangiku hummed as she sashayed aimlessly behind her captain. When they turned halls to part, Rangiku told him, “Good night, captain.”
“Hn.” He didn’t look at her, but he said, “Matsumoto.”
“Hm?”
“What is it that you use? Like lavender and chamomile?”
She blinked. “My skin lotion, you mean?”
“I guess.” He shrugged and she could just barely see his cheeks turning red. “It smells nice.” And promptly hotfooted it down to his own quarters.
It wasn’t until she had changed into her sleeping yukata that Rangiku brought a hand up and lightly sniffed her wrist. The scent of her lotion had wore off sometime in the afternoon…
The revelation made her smile warmly. “Hitsugaya-taichou is the absolute cutest captain ever.”
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