Cakes, Spikes, and Formal Wear
Cakes
Inspired by a challenge at bleach_liners.
Title: Blame it on Aizen
Characters: Hitsugaya Toushirou, Hinamori Momo, Matsumoto Rangiku
Rating: PG
Word Count: 666
Spoilers: None
Notes: Pure silliness. May 29th is Aizen's birthdate.
Hitsugaya Toushirou had a headache over his records book when Hinamori Momo had visited his office that morning, an upset expression on her face. She had baked a cake for Captain Aizen--
Hitsugaya's eyebrows rose. Hinamori could bake?
--but the cake had turned out...less than satisfactory.
When Hinamori's voice rose, Hitsugaya raised a finger to his mouth and pointed at the couch in the office.
Hinamori looked, but could only see the back of the couch. She walked up to it to see a sleeping Matsumoto Rangiku. She smiled.
"You've really become a caring guy, haven't you?" Hinamori whispered loudly.
"Not really," he mumbled. "She stayed up late finishing some paperwork."
Hinamori stiffled a laugh with her hand. Hitsugaya's eye twitched in annoyance.
Her eyes fell on the cake again, and she sighed dejectedly. "I just wanted to make it a special day for my captain."
Hitsugaya glowered. "So why'd you come to me about it?"
"I thought you might make me feel better."
Hitsugaya warily followed Hinamori's every move as she walked around his desk.
"I was right!" she said as she suddenly squeezed Hitsugaya into a hug. "I think I'm going to try again. I can't give up that easily!"
Hinamori left Hitsugaya to his work and her failed cake.
"I didn't even do anything," he muttered towards the cake. Hitsugaya eyed the cake suspiciously before breaking off a piece and popping it into his mouth. His face twisted, and he spat the cake into his wastebasket.
He left the office to get a drink to wash away the flavor of a salty sweet cake.
Matsumoto didn't wake up for another half an hour.
"Captain? You're in my room again?" Matsumoto yawned and stretched as she sat up on the couch.
"For the last time, this is the office!!" Hitsugaya threw his pen onto the desk.
"No need to get so angry." Matsumoto rose to her feet, yawning again as she made her way to the desk. "Whatcha work--"
Hitsugaya looked up as Matsumoto suddenly stopped speaking, just in time to see her take a piece of Hinamori's cake.
Drastic situations called for drastic measures and no mincing of words.
"Ew, don't eat that!" Hitsugaya cried out as he lunged across the table to grab Matsumoto's arm. He missed and whacked her arm instead, causing the piece of cake to fall into her cleavage.
They both stared, wide-eyed, at the fallen cake. Now fully awake, Matsumoto was the first to respond. "So, Captain..., you know you should clean up your own messes, right?"
Hitsugaya looked away from Matsumoto and folded his arms across his chest. "Clean it up yourself." Hitsugaya's cheeks were slightly more rosy than normal. "It's your own fault for taking food without asking."
"I wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't hit me."
"I was trying to save you from the horrors of Hinamori's baking."
"Hinamori baked this for you?"
"For Aizen." Hitsugaya picked up some papers and shuffled through them.
"Aw, poor Captain...," Matsumoto said as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk. Unfortunately, this action caused the cake to fall out of her cleavage and plop right onto Hitsugaya's work.
Once again, they both stared, wide-eyed at the fallen cake.
"I'm sorry, Captain. I'll clean that up--" Matsumoto reached for the records book, but Hitsugaya nabbed her wrist in his hand. She looked up in time to see a grin that was just a little too wide--right before another piece of cake was smashed into her face.
Hitsugaya started to chuckle.
"You brat!" Matsumoto reached for the cake again and returned the favor.
Moments later, cake was flying around the room as the captain and vice captain ran about, yelling and laughing.
The twenty-ninth day of the fifth month was just an average day in the captain's office of the tenth division. Some wondered, but no one ever asked why those pages in the records book were covered in big, greasy stains.
Spikes
Eight hours of orientation a few days ago yielded the desire to take a nap and ball point sketchiness.
Formal Wear
This is the result of a chain of inspiration that I'll explain if I ever finish...hopefully before 2006. This is a preview, #1 of 11. The people they are waiting for are #2 of 11. I'll be posting the rest all at once sometime.
Inspired by a challenge at bleach_liners.
Title: Blame it on Aizen
Characters: Hitsugaya Toushirou, Hinamori Momo, Matsumoto Rangiku
Rating: PG
Word Count: 666
Spoilers: None
Notes: Pure silliness. May 29th is Aizen's birthdate.
Hitsugaya Toushirou had a headache over his records book when Hinamori Momo had visited his office that morning, an upset expression on her face. She had baked a cake for Captain Aizen--
Hitsugaya's eyebrows rose. Hinamori could bake?
--but the cake had turned out...less than satisfactory.
When Hinamori's voice rose, Hitsugaya raised a finger to his mouth and pointed at the couch in the office.
Hinamori looked, but could only see the back of the couch. She walked up to it to see a sleeping Matsumoto Rangiku. She smiled.
"You've really become a caring guy, haven't you?" Hinamori whispered loudly.
"Not really," he mumbled. "She stayed up late finishing some paperwork."
Hinamori stiffled a laugh with her hand. Hitsugaya's eye twitched in annoyance.
Her eyes fell on the cake again, and she sighed dejectedly. "I just wanted to make it a special day for my captain."
Hitsugaya glowered. "So why'd you come to me about it?"
"I thought you might make me feel better."
Hitsugaya warily followed Hinamori's every move as she walked around his desk.
"I was right!" she said as she suddenly squeezed Hitsugaya into a hug. "I think I'm going to try again. I can't give up that easily!"
Hinamori left Hitsugaya to his work and her failed cake.
"I didn't even do anything," he muttered towards the cake. Hitsugaya eyed the cake suspiciously before breaking off a piece and popping it into his mouth. His face twisted, and he spat the cake into his wastebasket.
He left the office to get a drink to wash away the flavor of a salty sweet cake.
Matsumoto didn't wake up for another half an hour.
"Captain? You're in my room again?" Matsumoto yawned and stretched as she sat up on the couch.
"For the last time, this is the office!!" Hitsugaya threw his pen onto the desk.
"No need to get so angry." Matsumoto rose to her feet, yawning again as she made her way to the desk. "Whatcha work--"
Hitsugaya looked up as Matsumoto suddenly stopped speaking, just in time to see her take a piece of Hinamori's cake.
Drastic situations called for drastic measures and no mincing of words.
"Ew, don't eat that!" Hitsugaya cried out as he lunged across the table to grab Matsumoto's arm. He missed and whacked her arm instead, causing the piece of cake to fall into her cleavage.
They both stared, wide-eyed, at the fallen cake. Now fully awake, Matsumoto was the first to respond. "So, Captain..., you know you should clean up your own messes, right?"
Hitsugaya looked away from Matsumoto and folded his arms across his chest. "Clean it up yourself." Hitsugaya's cheeks were slightly more rosy than normal. "It's your own fault for taking food without asking."
"I wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't hit me."
"I was trying to save you from the horrors of Hinamori's baking."
"Hinamori baked this for you?"
"For Aizen." Hitsugaya picked up some papers and shuffled through them.
"Aw, poor Captain...," Matsumoto said as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk. Unfortunately, this action caused the cake to fall out of her cleavage and plop right onto Hitsugaya's work.
Once again, they both stared, wide-eyed at the fallen cake.
"I'm sorry, Captain. I'll clean that up--" Matsumoto reached for the records book, but Hitsugaya nabbed her wrist in his hand. She looked up in time to see a grin that was just a little too wide--right before another piece of cake was smashed into her face.
Hitsugaya started to chuckle.
"You brat!" Matsumoto reached for the cake again and returned the favor.
Moments later, cake was flying around the room as the captain and vice captain ran about, yelling and laughing.
The twenty-ninth day of the fifth month was just an average day in the captain's office of the tenth division. Some wondered, but no one ever asked why those pages in the records book were covered in big, greasy stains.
Spikes
Eight hours of orientation a few days ago yielded the desire to take a nap and ball point sketchiness.
Formal Wear
This is the result of a chain of inspiration that I'll explain if I ever finish...hopefully before 2006. This is a preview, #1 of 11. The people they are waiting for are #2 of 11. I'll be posting the rest all at once sometime.