From the archives of Lunaescence.com to the hallowed halls of theOtaku, I bring to all my fellow Hitsugaya fangirls my beloved reader-inserts about the one and only Whitey-chan! Hopefully I'll gain some more fans.
- Created By Anomaly78
Candy Hearts
Who knew something as small as a candy heart could say something so meaningful?
Yeah, the reason I didn't post this on Valentine's Day is because I just typed it in ten minutes about five minutes ago. Valentine's Day isn't exactly a day of inspiration for me. I seriously don't like the holiday. Even if I wasn't single, I think I'd still hate it. It's such a fake holiday. -_-U But since I didn't post a Hitsugaya Valentine fic for you happy people, I decided to give it to all you loyal fans of mine. You're welcome.
All was quiet, save for the scratching of pen against paper as Captain Hitsugaya sat at his desk with, as usual, a stack of paperwork beside him. He sighed and ran his fingers through his white hair. "I'm sorry," he muttered, looking up.
"No worries," you assured him, looking over your shoulder to flash him a smile as you sat on the pale yellow sofa in the office. "It's not like today would have been any different than all the other days we've gone out. And all the good places are always usually crowded around this time on Valentine's Day."
Hitsugaya couldn't help but smile at your understanding nature. "You sure?"
"Positive. Now keep working. The faster you get done, the faster we can go out and have some fun. I doubt restaurants here are as overbooked as the one's in the real world."
He nodded and went back to work. He got through another sheet when you suddenly called out, "Hey, Toshiro."
He looked up in time to see a small projectile heading straight for him. He neatly caught it and studied it in his palm. "What is it?"
"A candy heart," you replied, sucking on one in your mouth. "It's a Valentine candy." You held up a small box that rattled with more hearts inside. "Ukitake gave me some."
"Figures." He examined it closer and noticed there was something engraved on the little pink heart. "'Be mine?'"
"Forever and ever, babe," you answered back slyly.
"Why is there something written on this candy?"
"All of them have little love notes on them," you explained. You got up and dumped some more hearts on his desk, showing him the different messages. "See?"
He took each one at a time and read their messages. "And people in the real world give these to each other on Valentine's Day?"
"Well, this is one of the things. People can give other stuff too."
He nodded. "I see."
You smiled and glanced at the clock. "Well, I'm gonna get out of your way so you can get back to work. If you need me, I'll be bothering the hell out of Renji."
You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and headed for the door. As you reached for the handle, Hitsugaya said, "(y/n)."
You turned in time to see a candy heart coming your way. You clumsily caught it with two hands and looked up with a raised eyebrow. "Oh, so just cuz I threw one at you means you can throw one at me?"
"Pretty much," he replied bluntly, head bowed over his paper.
You pouted and glanced down at the little blue heart. The message read, "I'm Yours."
You grinned from ear to ear and looked back at him before closing the door behind you. He was busy with his paperwork, but you could tell that the message was on purpose.
"Aw, Toshiro~! You're so sweet!" you sang, popping the candy into your mouth. "Just like this candy!"
Smarty Pants
Sometimes having a genius for a boyfriend comes in handy.
Hitsugaya stared at the computer monitor with mild boredom, randomly playing a 100 x 100 version of Minesweeper on your computer. He yawned as he detected and marked each hidden mine with impressive speed and skill. ‘This is too easy,’ he mulled. ‘Wonder why (y/n) struggles so much in this game.’ (I’m completely clueless when it comes to Minesweeper.)
“Argh! Stupid homework!”
Startled by the explosion in this otherwise quiet day, Hitsugaya decided to get up and see what all the hubbub was about. Abandoning his game, he headed to the kitchen, where you sat at the table with a sour look on your face. You were glaring darkly at the textbook innocently laid open before you. The eraser end of your pencil was dangling from your lips.
“What are you yelling about?” Hitsugaya asked out of curiosity.
You spit out your pencil and gritted your teeth in a low growl. “It’s these stupid geometric proofs.”
“Proofs?”
You let out a frustrated cry and slammed your hand on the book. “How the HELL do I prove that triangle ABC is not isosceles if all they give me is the fact that angle BAC is 35 degrees and angle ABC is 30 degrees?! This is effin’ bull!” You shot to your feet and stomped to the sink to get a drink. “Every time I try to explain one of these stupid problems, I get a migraine from thinking too much. It’s so freakin’ annoying!”
As you ranted, Hitsugaya sat in your abandoned chair and studied the problem. Rolling his eyes, he picked up your pencil, and then he put it back down with slight disgust at the chewed eraser. He then got another pencil out of your bag and calmly began to work out the problem.
“Why the hell should I learn this stuff anyway?” you continued to ramble. “I mean, would the world come to an end if I didn’t know how to prove that a triangle was isosceles? I think it’d survive!”
“Done,” Hitsugaya cut in, putting the pencil down.
You stopped in mid-rant and stared at him. “What you talking ‘bout, Whitey?”
“It’s easy when you figure it out properly,” he explained. “If triangle ABC is isosceles, than the bottom angles would be the same. And since every triangle adds up to 180 degrees, than 30 + 35 + 35 should equal 180 degrees for it to be a proper triangle. But instead, it equals 100 degrees, which means that it can’t be isosceles.”
You stared at him, and then studied the problem. “So that’s how you do it,” you muttered.
Hitsugaya got up and scoffed. “I don’t get what’s so complicated about it. If you just took the time to evaluate the problem, it should be able to co--!”
Before he could finish his sentence, you planted your lips on his and proceeded to give him a big, long kiss. When you separated, you said with a big grin, “Thanks for the help, Toshiro! I’m so lucky to have such a genius as my boyfriend!” Then you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sent him back to the computer room.
Slightly stunned from the sudden show of affection, Hitsugaya merely stood there in the middle of the room thinking. Then he heard another cry from the kitchen.
“Damn chemistry!!”
With a hidden smirk on his lips, he headed back to the kitchen to help you yet again…and hopefully get another reward for his genius.
Sticky Solution
You + Adorable, Yet Naive Boyfriend + Cotton Candy Bubble Gum = Awkward, Yet Enjoyable Situation!!!
[YouxHitsugaya]
*chew, chew, chew, chew*
*whoosh*
*POP!*
With a raised eyebrow, Hitsugaya stared at you from across the sofa with fascination as you continuously chewed the foreign substance in your mouth while your eyes were gazing with mild interest at the television screen before you. Your chomps were occasionally paused when you blew a bubble right before popping it between your teeth and continuing with your jaw exercises.
He dared to ask, “What are you eating?”
“Gum,” you replied simply, flipping through channels in an uninterested manner.
The confusion didn’t leave his eyes. “What’s gum?”
You finally tore your eyes from the screen and faced your inquiring boyfriend. You opened your mouth and showed him the blue, chewed up, sticky substance on your tongue. You laughed softly when his nose crinkled in disgust.
“Looks nasty,” he remarked.
“It’s actually pretty good,” you said, taking out a pack of gum from your pocket. “Want some?”
He stared at it. “What’s so great about it? Seems like it takes a long time to eat, since you’ve been chewing on that piece for an hour already. You planning on swallowing it anytime soon?”
You snorted at his naiveté. “They’re not meant to be swallowed, Shiro-chan. You just chew it until the flavor goes away.”
He stared blankly. “So what’s the point of it then?”
“To entertain your mouth.” You shoved a piece of gum in his hand. “Come on. Try it already. It’s cotton candy flavored~!”
He took the piece you gave him and closely examined the innocent blue cube in his palm. Finding nothing wrong, he tentatively put it his mouth and began chewing. His eyes widened as his tongue sampled the sweet juices coming from the strange substance. For awhile, the two of you sat there in silence, your jaws too busy to talk.
All was quiet, save for the noise of your TV program. Then you calmly blew a small bubble and cracked it loudly. Hitsugaya watched you do it and asked, “How did you do that?”
“It’s easy really.”
You both turned so that you were both facing each other on the sofa. “First, you poke your tongue through the gum,” you said, demonstrating.
After Hitsugaya had done so, you said, “Then you just remove your tongue and start blowing.”
You both began to exhale, causing your bubbles to expand and expand until….
*POP!*
“…(y/n)?”
“Yeah?”
“Now what?”
“…I’m not sure.”
It was quite a dilemma you had gotten yourself into. It turns out that your bubbles stuck to each other, resulting in a sticky link from your mouth to his.
“I guess there’s only one thing to do, Shiro-chan,” you declared.
Though reluctant at first, he had to agree. Without another word, you began to nibble at the gooey chain between the two of you. Slowly but surely, the link began to shrink as you both gobbled your ends. You were so busy gobbling gum that you failed to notice the shrinking distance until it was too late.
As if out of nowhere, your sticky lips met his. You were both caught off guard and instinctively pulled away. Unfortunately, this gum was the REALLY sticky kind. You know, the kind that, once it sticks, it never comes off. Like, if you blew a bubble and it popped, you’d have sticky wisps of gum stuck to your lips for about a week. And every time you open your mouth, you can still feel your lips slightly stick together because of it.
But I digress.
Anyway, since it was the really irritating kind of gum I just ranted about previously, you pulled back only to have your lips forcibly pulled back to his. You stared into each other’s eyes, unsure of what to do.
“Well,” you mumbled against his soft, yet sticky lips, “this is awkward.”
He nodded in agreement, choosing to say as little as possible for the moment. “What now?”
“Well, I can only think of two options.”
“Go on.”
“One, we could awkwardly move toward the bathroom and start scrubbing this gum off.”
“And two?”
At this point, you began to grin cattishly. “We could remove this gunk later and stay like this for awhile. I really don’t mind.”
He blinked cutely. Then you felt his lips upturn against yours. “I’m good with the latter,” he said right before applying pressure.
He's No You
He's No You
Hitsugaya gets a bad case of green envy when he catches you checking out another dude.
Needless to say, I don't think the hormones excuse is gonna cut it this time.
[YouxHitsugaya]
There's a reference here to my idol and husband (in my fantasies) Takashi Nagayama! *swoons* For those of you who are unaware, Takashi Nagayama is a famous actor/singer in Japan. He shows in various musicals and tv shows. You may recognize him from the ever so popular Rock Bleach Musicals. He plays the one and only Toshiro Hitsugaya! Personally, I say that they couldn't have picked a more perfect person for the part!
Hitsugaya leaned back in his chair, flipping through the various channels your cable provider could offer. He was a bit ticked about the fact that there was over a thousand channels and yet nothing good to watch. Then again, since when did he care about human entertainment?
He sighed and glanced at the sofa, where you were reading a magazine in a sprawled position. Hitsugaya was currently on vacation, so you had offered him to stay at your house. He had complied, of course. But barely a day had past when a sudden rainstorm hit, washing away any activities you'd planned for that particular day. So for the past two hours, the two of you had been lazing around your house in an attempt to help pass the time until the storm passed. So far, time seemed to have completely stopped, as if mocking you with its minute-long seconds and hour-long minutes.
Hitsugaya tilted his head back and studied the tedious whiteness of the ceiling. It's safe to say that if nothing was going to happen in the next ten seconds, he was going to lose it.
His thoughts were disrupted by a poorly concealed squeal. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched your shoulders quake as you tried and failed to conceal your hysterics. For the past hours, you hadn't gone through three minutes without giggling through your teeth. A perpetual smile was plastered on your face and your cheeks were flushed with joy. He figured you were just reading some of the various comics you seemed to enjoy. But curiosity was starting to eat at him.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked.
"Nothing," you replied.
"Yeah, right," he retorted. "Seriously, what's so funny?"
"Nothing."
He frowned. "Let me see the magazine."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
He gritted his teeth. Usually when you were together, you could barely keep your hands off him (Who could blame you?). But your current standoffishness was really starting to irk him off. With a groan, he got to his feet and approached you on the couch. Sensing him approaching, you quickly closed the magazine and wedged it between you and the sofa.
He held out his hand. "Hand it over."
You stuck your tongue out at him. "Why should I?"
"Because I said so."
"You're not the boss of me."
"I siad give it to me."
"Why don't you make me?"
You instantly regretted your words. In the blink of an eye, he lunged at you. You both wrestled for the magazine. But obviously, you were no match for Hitsugaya. He stood up a few moments after your little wrestling match began, your magazine clutched in his fist. You grumbled and crossed your arms across your chest as you lay with your butt on the sofa and your head on the floor. "Curse you and your superior Shinigami skills," you pouted.
He ignored yu and started flipping back to the page you were previously on. When he reached it, he silently stared at it for a full hour-long minute before facing you with an icy glare.
"Who is this?" he whispered menacingly.
You scratched your head, choosing to play stupid. "Who's who?"
"This!" He shoved the magazine in your face. On the page was a picture of a hot Japanese stud showing off his lean, yet muscular chest.
"Oh, him," you muttered sheepishly. "He's Takashi Nagayama, this really cool actor/singer that I'm kind of a fan of."
"Why the heck were you on this page of all pages?!"
You flushed. "Because he has nice abs?"
He glared at you before dropping the magazine on your face and storming upstairs. You pulled the magazine off your face and stared at the stairs with a guilty look on your face. With a sigh, you got on your feet and went upstairs. You stopped outside his door and hesitated before knocking. "Hey, Shiro-chan. Can I come in?"
"No," was his icy reply.
You shivered at his tone, but chose to enter anyway. You found him sitting on his bed, silently facing the wall. His back was facing you. You softly closed the door behind him and approached the bed. "Hey," you said softly.
"Go away," he stated.
"Come on, Toshiro. Lighten up. So I looked at a picture of another dude's abs. So what? It's not like I slept with the dude."
He still kept his icy silence, which was really starting to annoy you. You crawld up behind him on the bed and said, "For the love of God, Toshiro! You should know by now that I'm satisfied with what I have, and that's you. You're my boyfriend, and Takashi Nagayama's just a picture in a magazine. It doesn't change how I feel, and you're stupid for thinking that!"
"I'm not upset about all that," he finally said.
You were confused. "So then what's with the cold shoulder, besides the horrible pun I just threw in?"
In a flash, you were pulled down into his arms, your lips meeting his. He then proceeded to give you a fiery kiss and stunned you into a complete shutdown. For the first time today, you were grateful for the minute-long seconds and hour-long minutes.
After what seemed like forever, he slowly removed his lips from yours and descended to your neck. In a soft but tantalizing whisper, he said, "You should know that the only abs you're allowed to see are my own."
You started to laugh at his uncharacteristic act of machoism. "I think I can live with that," you purred as you tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
Loving You on Christmas Eve
Loving You on Christmas Eve
(Sequel to "The Last Day of Summer")
Poor Hitsugaya. He's been so busy with the mountains of unfinished paperwork, he forgot to get a Christmas present for his girlfriend (y/n). Can he still get one on the day of Christmas Eve?
(YouxHitsugaya)
[Late birthday/Christmas fic for Hitsugaya!]
‘Damn holiday paperwork.’
Hitsugaya’s eyebrow twitched irritably at the mountainous stacks of paperwork that lay before him, as if taunting him with their size in numbers.
At her own desk, Matsumoto groaned loudly as she stretched her arms over her head. Like her captain, her desk was covered with paperwork. “Taichou, do we really need to finish all this last-minute paperwork?” she whined.
“There wouldn’t be so much last-minute work if you hadn’t slacked off so much,” Hitsugaya hissed through gritted teeth.
She laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head. “Guess you got me there, Taichou.”
He huffed, “Just shut up and get back to work. We’ve got lots to do.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. “No need to be so mean, Taichou. It is the holidays after all.”
“Which is exactly why I’d like to get done sometime soon. I really don’t feel like spending the holidays in the office.”
Matsumoto looked up from her desk, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Taichou, are you saying you have plans for this evening?”
Though the stacks of paperwork blocked her view of the captain’s face, she noticed the top of his spiky-haired head flinch. In a low voice, he replied, “So what if I do?”
Matsumoto beamed brightly. “No need to be so shy about it, Taichou. Is it another date with (y/n)?” She took his silence as a yes. “I knew it! You two make the most adorable couple, Taichou!”
Hitsugaya was grateful the stacks of papers shielded his face, because he could feel blood rushing to his cheeks. After that summer day when you became his girlfriend, Matsumoto never ceased to playfully tease him about finally gaining a social. And you made sure he had one, even going so far as to come to Seireitei just to drag him away from his continuous paperwork for a well-deserved vacation. Not that he complained about it. Sure, he would argue at first, but in the end you always knew how to make him see it your way. And surprisingly, he was okay with that.
He cleared his throat and said, “I believe my social life is none of your business, Matsumoto. Now shut up and get back to work.”
“Okay, okay, Taichou,” she chuckled.
They continued to work in shared silence, broken only by the scratching of pen against paper. After about a half hour, Matsumoto finally spoke up. “Did you hear something just now?”
Hitsugaya looked up with a raised eyebrow. “Are you trying to slack off again?”
“No, really. I think I hear something.”
Hitsugaya strained his ears, trying to catch whatever his vice-captain was claiming to hear. He was soon able to hear it too. It started out faint. But then it began to grow. As it did so, they were able to make out words flowing to a tune.
~Feliz Navidad!
Feliz Navidad!
Feliz Navidad!
Prospero año y felicidad!
Feliz Navidad!
Feliz Navidad!
Feliz Navidad!
Prospero año y felicidad!~
“Sounds like someone’s singing,” Matsumoto remarked.
Hitsugaya twitched as realization dawned on him. “Not again.”
Before he could voice his realization, the office door suddenly snapped open, followed by the continuation of the Christmas song heard earlier.
~I wanna wish you a merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart!
The corners of Hitsugaya’s lips twitched upward momentarily when he saw his girlfriend standing at the doorway singing Spanglish Christmas carols while clad in a female Santa suit.
“Hey there, (y/n),” she greeted cheerfully. “What brings you to Seireitei?”
“Hi, Rangiku,” you said right before glomping your adorable boyfriend. “Just wanted to drop by and say Merry Christmas.”
“Great. So now that you’ve said it, can you please stop suffocating me now?” Hitsugaya asked sardonically, his voice muffled in your arms.
You snickered and released him, after which he playfully glared at you. “What’s with the getup?” he asked.
“What, this? It’s just my Christmas outfit.” You grinned. “I’m just getting into the spirit of the holidays. That, and I pull off this look pretty nicely.” You then struck a pose. “What do you think?”
Hitsugaya looked you over once before he turned away with cheeks dusted red. “It’s all right,” he muttered.
You beamed and said, “Aw, you’re so sweet!” before giving him a kiss on the cheek, which caused him to heat up.
“So, (y/n),” said Matsumoto, right after she was done laughing at her captain’s expense, “are you staying around for the Christmas party tonight?”
You nodded. “I have to, since Ichigo and the others came, and they’re my ride home.” You looked at Hitsugaya and asked, “Toshiro, wanna be my date for the party tonight?”
He scoffed. “Do you have to ask every time you want to go somewhere together? It’s not like my answer changes.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” You hugged him tightly. “I’m planning on passing out my Christmas gifts to everyone at the party, so you’ll have to wait until tonight too, okay?”
At the mention of presents, Hitsugaya froze. But you paid no attention to it. Instead, you released him and turned your attention to Matsumoto. “Don’t worry, Rangiku, I got something for you too.”
She clapped her hands in glee. “Can’t wait to see it, (y/n).”
You nodded, and then glanced at your watch. “I gotta go. You guys probably have to finish all this paperwork while I need to help out with tonight’s party.” You gave Hitsugaya a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you guys later,” you said before exiting the office.
“Bye, (y/n)!” Matsumoto called after you. “Ah, Taichou, I just can’t get over how adorable you two are together. You two are so compatible!”
She glanced at her captain as she spoke. But then she stopped when she realized he wasn’t acting normally. He wasn’t glaring at her or growling like he usually did when she ranted about his social life. In fact, he was too preoccupied to even listen to her. His head was in his hands and he seemed to be sulking about something.
“Taichou, is something the matter?” Matsumoto asked.
He mumbled in reply.
“You’re gonna have to speak up, Taichou.”
“I…forgot to get (y/n) a present for Christmas.”
Silence…..then…
“You WHAT?!”
Hitsugaya let go of his head and let it drop on his desk. “All the stupid paperwork made me forget to get a present,” he muttered darkly.
“Taichou, do you realize how serious this is?!” Matsumoto exclaimed. “Tonight is Christmas Eve!”
“I know,” he growled. “I’m screwed.”
Matsumoto thought for a moment. Then she snapped her fingers and said, “No, you’re not.”
“What are you talking about, Matsumoto? The party’s in five hours. How am I going to finish all this paperwork AND find a gift for (y/n) in five hours?”
“Oh, you can just leave the paperwork to me,” she assured. “You need all the time you can get to find (y/n) the perfect Christmas gift.”
Hitsugaya shot her a suspicious look. “Me, trust you with the paperwork? I don’t think so.”
“Come on, Taichou! We are talking about (y/n), your girlfriend. She deserves the best after all she’s done to get you off your overworked butt and have some fun. It’s your job–no! It’s your DUTY as her boyfriend to repay her for all she’s sacrificed for your happiness!”
At this point, poor Hitsugaya was practically cowering under his vice-captain’s empowering stare, radiating with adrenaline. “Uh, Matsumoto,” he said in a small voice. “We’ve only been dating for four months.”
“And in the language of dating, that is merely the beginning of ETERNITY! So you’d better get out there and find the perfect present for (y/n), or else be doomed to face being dumped by what could be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you!”
He fell out of his chair and scrambled for the door, all while Matsumoto badgered after him chanting, “Go! Go! Go! Go!” When he finally reached the door, he snapped it open and scurried out. Matsumoto watched as he raced to town in search of the nearest shopping center. As soon as he was out of sight, she turned around and gazed at the mountain of parchment bestowed upon her.
“This better be worth it,” she groaned before pulling back her sleeves and getting to work.
~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, you were busy helping out for the Shinigami Christmas party, along with all the others. You were helping Rukia decorate the tree. Chad, who was in charge of music, was busy sorting through Christmas CDs while setting up the CD player. Orihime was working on the party food in the kitchen. Uryuu was hanging stockings and holly on the walls. And Ichigo and Renji, unfortunately, were stuck with the job of untangling the Christmas lights.
“Give it to me! I got this!” Ichigo growled.
“You’re doing it wrong, idiot!” Renji protested.
“You’re the one doing it wrong, retard! Just let me do it!”
“No way! You’re just messing it up even more!”
“So, (y/n),” Rukia said, trying to avert your attention from the two bickering Shinigami, “what are you planning on giving Hitsugaya-taichou for Christmas?”
You climbed up the stepladder and hung a gingerbread man ornament on the tree. Then you replied, “I’ve got two things to give him, both secret until he opens them tonight.”
“Two?” Rukia asked, helping you wrap the tinsel around the tree. “Why two?”
“Because my adorable boyfriend didn’t tell me when his birthday was until after it past,” you put it bluntly. “So I’m making up for it. Most likely he’ll refuse it, but what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t give him stuff on both occasions?”
Rukia laughed and handed you the star. “You’re really serious about this whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing, (y/n).”
You smiled down at her. “Of course. I don’t expect Toshiro to be serious about it, since he’s usually serious about everything else in the world.”
At the sound of a crash, you looked up and said, “Yo, guys. You finished with the lights yet?”
“We’re, uh, experiencing technical difficulties,” Ichigo muttered. He and Renji had somehow gotten tangled in the lights.
“I can see that, Itchy-go,” you said casually, smirking at the irritated twitch in his eye. “But is there a chance we’ll be able to use those lights before next Christmas?”
“Oh shut up,” Renji snarled.
“Whatever, Red. ‘Tis the season after all.”
“I told you not to call me Red! My name’s Renji!”
“Sure thing, Rojo.”
“…..What the frick is rojo?”
“It means ‘red’ in Spanish.”
“(Y/N)!”
~*~*~*~
It was like a reenactment of Moses parting the Red Sea. People just seemed to fly away from him like magnets with reversed polarities. And it really didn’t take very long for it to grate on his nerves.
‘Geez, you’d think they’d never seen a Gotei 13 captain go Christmas shopping,’ he thought right before cursing himself for even thinking such a thought. Of course they’ve never seen a Gotei 13 captain before. Gotei 13 members hardly ever visited the regular districts, and captains were practically urban legends. It was probably not a good idea to come to the district shopping center in his captain robes, thereby broadcasting to the entire Soul Society that the 10th Division captain was out doing last-minute shopping. But then again, he was in a hurry.
Anyway, as he marched down the street, avoiding eye contact with the awed passerby, he scanned the stands for anything he could get for you. Unfortunately, nothing seemed good enough, which isn’t saying much since we’re talking about the Rukongai, where it’s hard to trust any merchant trying to sell things.
‘Even years after, they still avoid me,’ he mentally remarked, referring to his childhood when everyone save for his grandmother and Hinamori avoided him because of his icy demeanor.
And speaking of his grandmother…
“My, my, if it isn’t Toshiro.”
Hitsugaya looked up and saw a small old lady standing before him. She had a shopping bag in her hand and a big smile on her face.
“…Granny?”
~*~*~*~
“It’s been awhile since you’ve come home, Toshiro,” Granny smiled. They were both sitting opposite each other, having tea in the sitting room of Hitsugaya’s old home. “Look how much you’ve grown since then.”
Hitsugaya smiled back, refusing to point out to his grandmother that he hadn’t grown that much over the years. “It’s good to see you too, Granny.”
She picked up her cup and took a sip. “10th Division Captain Hitsugaya, the youngest prodigy Seireitei’s ever had, eh?” She chuckled heartily. “You’ve made this old lady proud. Now then, tell me what brings you back? Surely not to visit an old crone like me.”
Hitsugaya looked down bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, I’m here to….find a Christmas gift for my…….girlfriend.”
There was a small pause that followed. Then he looked up to see the shine in Granny’s eyes. She began to laugh. “My, my! My grandson finally found a girlfriend? Oh, how the years have gone by! Seems like only yesterday that the only girl you’d talk to was Momo. So who’s the lucky girl?”
“(Y/n),” Hitsugaya mumbled, turning redder than a beet.
Granny laughed a bit more; then she got up and stepped out of the room. She returned a moment later with a small box in her hands. “Well, if she’s really that special, shouldn’t you give her a special gift?”
She opened the box and showed Hitsugaya its contents. His eyes widened. “I can’t give her that,” he protested.
“Sure you can,” Granny urged, pushing the box into his hands. “I’m too old to use a pretty thing like this. It needs to be put into good use.”
Hitsugaya stared down at the box and murmured, “Thanks, Granny.”
“It’s all right,” she said, giving him a hug. “Just promise you’ll introduce me to your little girlfriend someday soon.”
~*~*~*~
The rest of the day seemed to fly by. Before you knew it, it was time for the party. Almost everyone came, except for Byakuya, who wasn’t a party person, and Kurotsuchi, because he just plain creeps you out. Ichigo and Renji were pigging out at the refreshment table. Izuru and Shuuhei were drinking sake together. Uryuu and Chad were brooding by the music speakers, which were blaring out “Jingle Bell Rock.” And everyone else was either chatting, eating, or dancing on the dance floor.
As the speakers started to play “O Come, All Ye Faithful,” the partygoers began to hear a familiar voice singing along with the music.
~O come, all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant!
O come ye, O come ye
To Bethlehem!
Come and behold him
Born the king of angels~
Suddenly the door snapped open. Everyone turned to see you standing at the doorway, arm linked with a rather reluctant Hitsugaya. In a loud voice, you swung him around and sang,
~O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
O come let us adore him
Christ, the Lord!~
Everyone laughed at your antics, especially Matsumoto when she saw that you had put reindeer antlers on her captain’s head.
Hitsugaya pulled his arm from your grasp with a dark blush on his cheeks. You just grinned and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before going off to socialize. After you left, Matsumoto took your place next to Hitsugaya and said, “So, did you take care of it?”
“Hn,” he replied. “Of course I did.”
She beamed and glomped him. “That’s good!”
“GET OFF ME, MATSUMOTO!”
She chuckled and released him. You took that moment to steal him away. “Come on, Toshiro. Let’s dance!”
“I don’t dance, (y/n)!”
~*~*~*~
It was after a few hours of partying that everyone decided to exchange gifts.
“AWWWWW!” Rukia exclaimed, clutching her new Chappy the Rabbit plushie. “It’s so cute! Thank you, (y/n)!”
“Yeah, (y/n), thanks!” said Orihime, flipping through the pages of the new cookbook you got her. (I had no idea what else to get her. Lol)
“What’s up with this shirt, (y/n)?” Renji demanded, flipping his shirt back and forth. On the front was the question, “How Do You Keep an Idiot Busy?” A caption underneath it said that the answer was on the back. Likewise, the back bore the same question, along with the caption claiming that the answer was on the front.
Everyone snickered at Renji, who looked up and cluelessly asked, “What?”
You laughed and looked down at some of your newly acquired stuff. Ichigo had bought you the complete set of Death Note manga volumes (great series!). Chad got you Guitar Hero 3 for Playstation 2. Rukia got you a Chappy the Rabbit stationary set. Renji got you nothing, since he sucks at shopping for gifts. (Bad Renji!) Uryuu gave you a brand new dress, beautifully handmade of course. Orihime gave you a box of assorted candy canes. And Matsumoto gave you an adorable picture she took of Hitsugaya sleeping at his desk. You gave her a huge hug for that.
As you scanned your gifts, you realized something. ‘I’m one short.’
Just as you were thinking that, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Hitsugaya standing behind you. He jerked his head toward the door. You took his silence message and followed him outside.
After Hitsugaya shut the door behind you, he turned to see you holding out two gifts to him. He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Why are there two gifts?”
“Merry Christmas/Belated Birthday,” you replied.
“Belated birthday?”
“Yep.” You shoved the two gifts into his arms. “By the time I figured out when your birthday was, it already past. So I’m making up for it.”
He stared down at the gifts. One was wrapped in green wrapping paper and tied with red ribbon, which meant it was his Christmas present. The other one, which was obviously his birthday present, was similarly wrapped, except the paper was white and the ribbon was ice blue. “You didn’t have to–“
“I know,” you cut in. “But I wanted to. I am your girlfriend after all.”
He nodded numbly, not knowing what to say. You both sat on the stoop as he placed his Christmas present aside and started on his birthday one. He untied the blue ribbon and tore away at the white wrapping paper until he reached the thin package inside. It turned out to be a picture frame with a photo inside. The photo was one of you and him taken during your summer pool party. You were beaming at the camera while your arms were wrapped around him. He, however, refused to look at the camera. On the bottom of the frame bore the words “Still going strong…”
“Like it?” you asked. “I found the frame while I was Christmas shopping and thought it would go nice with the photo.”
“It’s great,” he murmured. He looked up and showed you the sincere smile on his face. “Really.”
You smiled widely. “Open your other present,” you urged. “You’ll like that even more.”
He placed the picture frame aside and picked up the other gift. Unlike the previous present, this one was bigger and heavier. He ripped the paper off and opened the box. What he saw inside caused his jaw to drop.
Inside was a perfect miniature glass replica of Hyourimaru’s dragon form. The glass was stained blue to give it an icy look. And to top it off, two rubies were set in the eye sockets.
Histugaya sat there, staring in amazement at the small statue. A small flash of light finally snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw you grinning at him with a camera in your hand.
“That’s one for the albums,” you joked. “So I take that you like it, right?”
No answer.
“What? Too shocked for words?”
Still no answer.
“Oh come on, Toshiro. Give me at least some sign of recognition.”
“All right.”
In a swift motion, he placed the statue aside and planted his lips on yours, to which you were more than happy to oblige. You placed your hands behind his head and pulled him deeper into the liplock. As you did so, you felt him smirk smugly against your mouth.
You both stayed like that for a full minute before reluctantly separating at last. “So,” you panted, “was that my long-awaited Christmas gift?”
Histugaya playfully glared at you. “Feh. You need something other than something you get every chance you get.” From within his robe, he produced the small box topped with a red bow.
With a squeal, you snatched the box and ripped off the ribbon in excitement. As soon as you opened it and realized what was inside, you dropped everything except for the box and completely mentally shutdown.
Inside the box was a stunningly beautiful diamond snowflake on a silver chain. The detail of the snowflake was amazing, and in the light it shone with incredible radiance.
“I take that you like it, right?” Histugaya smirked.
“Let me put it this way,” you stated. “All those times I told you I loved you?”
“What about them?”
“I mean it even more now.”
He chuckled. “I figured you’d like it.”
“Like it?! I love this thing almost as much as I love you!” You threw your arms around him and added, “And just so you know, that’s a lot of love that increases every second,” right before kissing your awesome boyfriend yet again.
You were both so into eating face, it took you awhile to notice the snickering and guffawing in the background. Separating, you looked up to see the whole Christmas party enjoying the side show.
“Do you mind?!” you yelled at them. Both you and Hitsugaya were turning redder than the stripes on candy canes.
“Not really,” Renji sneered. “Don’t mind us. We’re just innocent bystanders.”
You glowered at him and packed some fallen snow into your hand. “¡Comes nieve, Rojo!” you exclaimed, throwing it with precise aim so that it hit him right in the eyes.
“Augh!” he yelled, clutching his face. “Freezer burn!”
He blinked out the icy water from his eyes and stared at you with vengeance burning in his eyes. He grabbed some snow and flung it at you. But due to his sucky aim, he ended up hitting your now pissed off boyfriend.
Before you knew it, the party turned into a full-blown snowball war. You laughed as you fired shot after shot, sometimes getting shot yourself. As you rotated between being hunter and the hunted, you turned to Hitsugaya and said, “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, (y/n).”
