Characters: Hitsugaya Toushortio, Kurosaki Isshin
When: September 21, sometime from 12:00 am to 11:59 pm
Where: Somewhere on Earth. Probably in Japan.
Summary: The Moron and his ill-tempered replacement meet again! This time, it's personal. Or maybe it isn't. But can't you imagine Hitsugaya saying that, and then Isshin would pinch his cheeks because he's such a cutie-pie?
Rating G, maybe PG, depending on how angry Hitsugaya gets. Well, if we're going to be judging it by that, I should probably rate it NC-17 and warn of impending possible character death and friendslock it. Hm. Well, friends, I plan to stick by my original plan of G to PG. If Hitsugaya gets all fussy, then... well, then I guess I'll be wrong. And I'll look foolish. Damnit, shorty, don't make SeeMe a fool.
Oddness with Hidama Fushichou aside, Isshin had been having an extremely odd week. And Weekend. And... well, this week wasn't beginning to look much better, to be entirely honest. Except! Sometime during this week, Kuukaku would sell him the heating units, and he would place them in Hitsugaya's office and warm the cold-hearted brat up!
Or really, really annoy him. Either way, Isshin was going to get a laugh out of it. It'd be a fantastic rewar to Isshin from Isshin for doing Hitsugaya's job all this time! (He'd have to set up a camera system to capture Hitsugaya's face. Oh, damn, and he'd meant to leave Kisuke out of this too! Alas; to be resigned to cleaning gutters at his age!)
The short, white haired grump was good for a laugh. Which was why Isshin was watching him now, safely ensconced in the branches of a tree as he ate his lunch, watching the short Captain trying to track down a Plus that was under the tree Isshin had chosen as a lunching spot. The Shinigami was amused by the antics of the kid-who-wasn't-really-a-kid as he tried his best to perform his duties, but was unable to spot the Plus (and Isshin, it seemed!) due to the thick, and quite tall (Wasn't it in violation of some zoning law? Isshin might have to check into that, it could be a traffic hazard!) hedge that the tree was growing behind, cowering from the world behind a thick green fence.
'Well, that was what Soul Society deserved,' he thought, as he took a bite of his sandwich. 'If they couldn't find a captain who could see over the bushes'. Still, he had to admit that he felt sorry for the little guy. He swallowed, then let out a sharp whistle. "Hey! Hitsugaya-taichou! Over here!"