Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ The Sound of Silence ( Chapter 72 )

Title: The Sound of Silence

Pairings/Characters: Hitsugaya/Chad

Rating: K+

Warning: Crack Pairing, Vague Spoilers, Some Language

Words: 741

Description: He was quiet and peaceful, and at the end of the day, that was all Toushirou really wanted.

Dedication: For SilverBlaise, who wanted a Hitsu/Chad.

 

 

To be honest, his day started with Matsumoto wandering in severely hung-over and barely fitting into an already ill-formed shihakushou. She spent the next several hours whining and bemoaning her aching head, lounging on the couch and getting absolutely no work done.

 

Not that she was exactly known for being diligent.

 

Still, he expected her to pull some of her weight. But that was not to be so today. Out of pure principle alone, he refused to let her go early and so suffered the whining all day.

 

That was the beginning.

 

Around lunch, a flunky in his division picked a fight with someone in the eleventh.

 

Hitsugaya missed lunch because he was involved with stopping the ridiculous argument, which he came to learn involved a girl and her three boyfriends.

 

And her one girlfriend.

 

Hungry and annoyed with an already building migraine, his brain was further worsened with the reminder that he was supposed to contact Kurosaki. This was to establish some sort of Shinigami-Substitute Shinigami network, just in case something like say, three traitors trying to take over the world, happened again.

 

This meant long hours spent fiddling with the confusing and complicated contraption the twelfth division had devised for him in an effort to better expedite communication.

The damn thing never worked.

 

It especially didn't cooperate when he froze over most of the mechanism out of sheer frustration.

 

Once he finally got the contraption to go through, he was met with Kurosaki's scowl. And of course, remarks on Toushirou (It was Hitsugaya-taichou dammit!) didn't quite fit in the view screen.

 

Stupid average height guidelines.

 

Needless to say, that call ended quickly with nothing getting accomplished.

 

Around dinnertime, a Hell Butterfly flittered into his office, just as he was planning to head out the doorway and collapse on his futon, pretending the entire day hadn't happened.

 

There was a Hollow that simply had to be dispatched, and for some reason, he was the only one who could do it.

 

This particular Hollow was infected with Matsumoto-disease. In other words, it talked the entire time they fought, inspiring Hitsugaya to finish it much faster than he originally intended. He had wanted to draw it out to blow off some steam. This was not to be so.

 

Once it was destroyed, making him wonder why Kurosaki couldn't handle it, Hitsugaya felt he was at his wit's end.

 

And since he was already in Karakura, Toushirou decided he might as well visit his boyfriend.

 

Though truthfully, he hated that term. It sounded so juvenile. Lover was probably more fitting, but then, that brought into the equation the concept of love and whether or not he felt it. But that was a discussion he didn't want to bring himself to ponder at the moment.

 

So he raced across the town in a flit of shunpo, appearing at the window that always seemed open for his appearance. Curtains, likely stitched by a certain Quincy if the blue crosses were any indication, were pushed aside to let in the cool night air.

 

Dark eyes looked up at his appearance, pausing briefly from studying thick medical textbooks. He took one look at the captain and simply nodded.

 

“Long day?”

 

Hitsugaya sighed, the tension beginning to ease out of him as he stepped inside and removed Hyourinmaru from his back. “You have no idea.”

 

His lover grunted, a noncommittal sound of agreement and returned to his studies, though Toushirou didn't miss the smile that flitted across his full lips. Hitsugaya knew that he had a huge exam the next day, one that would decide whether or not he was fit to be a medical intern.

 

Toushirou made himself at home on the long couch, relaxing comfortably on the plush fabric and promptly letting the stress of the day flit away. But first, he removed his captain's haori, draping it on a coat rack, leaving his waraji under the window near Hyourinmaru.

Silence filled the room, soft and peaceful. Somewhere, children played outside, but they were already being called in by their mothers for dinner.

 

The soft sound of a pencil scratching across paper filled the room, barely noticeable to the exhausted captain.

 

It was the main reason they worked so well together, this comfortable calm. Sado was quiet and peaceful, knowing when it was best to let silence reign. And at the end of the day, that was all Toushirou really wanted.

 

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