Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Strange Bedfellows ❯ Chapter 2

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

"Ugh..." Matsumoto Rangiku felt like pudding. Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.* She'd been hit full-force, all over with pure reiki, and it hurt...her entire body was bruised. Oh well. There enough people out fighting...there was no way they'd be defeated. At this moment it occurred to her that she was quite warm, at least for being in a medical barracks in February...
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"Blargh?" Mumbled Hitsugaya, blinking as he tried to shift his head; that bare lightbulb was blinding him, dazzling him. What was his deal? Sensitivity to light...had somebody spiked his rice this morning? No... he remembered. It suddenly became very clear to Toshiro why his neck wouldn't move: It was broken. He'd been immobilized. Rats...and so lame! Knocked against a wall. He'd landed wrong, fallen, snapped HIS OWN neck. How incredibly lame, lame, LAME!! ...How incredibly...warm? That was sure weird...
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Rangiku slowly turned her head. Beside her was...a person. She barely recognized her vivacious, hot-tempered captain with the stiff neck brace they'd fitted onto him. His eyes were as focused toward her as was possible and she could tell what he was going to do next.
"Name yourself!" commanded Toshiro, relocating his eyes to stared straight up.
"Sir, your assistant captain Rangiku Matsumoto."
She watched him carefully. "Really?"
"Yes, sir."
"Oh." Rangiku barely caught the flush on his cheeks. "I can't pick up any black on you...where's your shihakusho?"
Matsumoto sighed, flinched. "It's, um...it's gone, sir. I don't know where it is. So are..." now SHE was blushing. "So is my...um...other stuff."
She waited.
He was silent.
So she waited...
waited...
waited...
Something happened.
Wanna know what?
Blood started spurting from Hitsugaya's nose and all over the place...
That's what happened.
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*not my phrase; James Patterson's (author of the Maximum Ride series, possibly the greatest non-manga book ever!)