Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Timeless Love ❯ Second Meeting ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Bleach Characters are courtesy of Tite Kubo. Chiharu-chan is my own creation.

 

 

Huffing as he walked back to his quarters, and office, Hitsugaya looked at his arm full of snacks and sugary treats. Shaking his head slightly, his vision was graced with thin strands of his silvery-white hair; he hated his hair, it made him look old.

 

Once he was within his office, he kicked the door shut with the sole of his sandal, heaving forth and to his table he let the snacks and such fall from his arms and onto the wood.

 

He groaned tiredly, the day already having been enough to make him weary as he fell back into his chair, groaning again as he gazed at the mountains of paperwork on the desktop to the left of the large amount of snacks.

 

He stretched himself out on the chair before an almost startled look came over his face, he looked up to find himself nose to nose with the girl from before; her eyes were the color of the liveliest green forest, a burning emerald.

 

Her hair, was the color of sky-blue and tickled his upper lip, and nose. He almost sneezed but bit his tongue, holding the sneeze in for what seemed like an eternity. His nose wiggled slightly in his holding of the sneeze, his deep blue optics staring into her bright emerald; this seeming to drone on for hours.

 

He sighed inwardly as she moved back from him, to sit on the table's hard wooden surface. Then he realized just how she was seated, because of his proximity to the table in his chair.

 

The heat between her legs was basically pressed into his chest, the table being much larger than his chair in height; her legs were parted so that the soles of her sock-clad feet pressed into the back of his extravagant chair, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

 

The warmth that radiated from the center of her legs was almost too much to bare, he was a virgin, hard to believe, but he was; and he planned to keep it that way, unless he found someone he really, honestly, and truly loved.

 

He watched the girl snatch up a small bag of skittles from the pile, opening them and munching on them, one after another until the handful she had was diminished. He kept his gaze straight, over her shoulder, as to not appear rude by looking perverted; he didn't want to become another womanizing Shunsui.

 

He was rather relieved when she somersaulted backward and stood up, her hand idly resting on the hilt of the Zanpakuto at her right hip, her fingertips tracing against the red ribbon tied there. He had to admit, to himself of course, that this girl was rather…for lack of a better word to describe her breath-taking beauty, beautiful; he could watch her all day, the only problem that stood in his way of that, was he didn't know her name.

 

Like she had heard his thoughts, she looked at him with those stunning emerald eyes, as she gazed upon him and his blue gaze deepened as he looked back upon her, “my name is Urahara Chiharu.” He heard her state, and then watched her hips sway as she exited his quarters at a slow stride; it was like she was teasing him!

 

`Insufferable, wanton woman…' he thought to himself before he stood up silently after she had left, tilting his head he found his gaze straight for the chest of his lieutenant, Matsumoto Rangiku.

 

He sat himself back down to remove her bust from his vision, looking forward at the room, then leaning his head back against the cushion of the chair's back. His mind wandered, wondering where that girl had come from, wondering if Ukitake even knew of her existence; he would have to ask the older male later, if he didn't doze off whilst in his daze.

 

He came to, slightly, as Rangiku left the vicinity and the quarters, he sat up as he noticed that “Chiharu's” spirit force was no where to be found, no where. He stood quickly, noticing how the chair he was sitting on had fallen over in his haste. He took off running past different squad members on the sidewalks, to Ukitake's quarters.