Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ #17 : Decorating Made Easy ( Chapter 17 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Title: Decorating Made Easy
Pairings: None
Characters: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto
Rating: T
Warning: Foul language
Words: 527
Description: Frilly and lacey purple dots were not his style. Nor were feathers. Stripes maybe… but dots and feathers most assuredly were not. Sequel to Drabble 13
Something was not right.
Hitsugaya laid down his brush as he gazed around his office.
It looked brighter. Cheerier. Flowerier. There were paintings everywhere… on the walls, the ceiling, and one that strangely decorated the floor near the sofa Matsumoto so loved. He could barely twitch his eyes without seeing a dozen more of the monstrosities, and the colors were so vibrant, that they almost made his eyes bleed.
Worse, most of them looked like something one of the Kuchiki siblings or Yachiru had created. Kami-sama, he was willing to bet an entire month's pay that even Tousen drew better than this. And he was blind.
Hitsugaya frowned.
“Where the hell are all these paintings coming from?” he demanded, addressing no one in particular.
Matsumoto chose that moment to stroll in, humming a cheery tone with a strangely wrapped package tucked underneath one arm. She didn't appear to notice her captain's obvious confusion.
“Matsumoto!” Hitsugaya growled. “What is that?”
She turned to him, face brightening even more. “Oh, taichou!” she chirped as she planted one hand on her hip and laid the package down on her desk. “I didn't see you there.”
He rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” He pointed his brush at her package. “What. Is. That?”
“What?” she questioned innocently. “This?”
He glared.
She waved a hand at him. “It's a gift,” she answered before turning on her heels and strolling towards the one wall that remained startlingly bare. It was an interesting contrast to the rest of the office, which was almost entirely covered. Even some of the bookshelves.
His left eyebrow twitched. “For you?”
“Nope,” she twittered, already pulling off the white wrapping.
Hitsugaya blinked. “For me?” he asked in complete disbelief. Nobody ever gave him gifts except for Ukitake and his own lieutenant, and those either consisted of candy or things he would rather not think about. Ever.
“No,” Matsumoto replied, smirking like she knew exactly what was running through his mind at the moment. “For Zaraki-taichou.”
He didn't get it. “And we have it because…?”
Matsumoto laughed as the paper revealed another bright and cheery painting, and just like the others, it was a torrent of mismatched colors. The thing featured an animal of some sort, which might have been a cat… or llama… or possibly even a goat. It was simply too difficult to tell.
Hitsugaya blinked his suddenly watery eyes and looked away.
“It's so dull in here, don't you think?” Matsumoto continued blithely, shooting him a dismissive look. “We need to spice it up a little.”
Hitsugaya sighed, knowing that she was going to get her way no matter what. When it came to Matsumoto, he had learned early on to cut his losses and save his battles for much more worrisome things, lest he find himself smothered in a dangerously bared bosom.
Besides, as horrible as the damn things were, it still could have been worse. Yumichika could have been the one doing the decorating.
He shuddered as he thought of the last trip he had made to the eleventh division.
Frilly and lacey purple dots were not his style. Nor were feathers.
Stripes maybe… but dots and feathers most assuredly were not.
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