Mission Log
Title: Captain Tyrant
Characters: Yachiru, Hitsugaya
Location: Epsilon 3, aboard the Creeping Limit
Timeframe: Day of bar fight. After the pink engine room, but before the bar fight. Busy day. Whew~~
Status: Closed.
Warnings: Uh, Hitsugaya’s a bastard? I got nothing.
After leaving the engine room, Yachiru didn’t go straight to her own quarters - instead she went to the cargohold, where she managed to scrounge together the wood she needed. From there, she went to her quarters, where she pulled out her small personal tool kit and began her work.
As the crude ‘coffin’ (more like a wooden box) took shape, Yachiru felt the tears start to prick at her eyes, and she stopped to rub at them - but then she just broke down. She dropped her hammer and buried her face in her hands letting herself cry for only seconds before collecting herself and resuming her work. Mew Mew deserved a proper funeral, and by God she was going to give it to him.
Finally, she placed the finishing touches on the coffin (aka pretty flower and star stickers), tucked it under her arm and prepared to leave the ship. She knew Capn Shrimpy had forbid her to leave, but like hell she was going to listen to that now.
First things first, she would put Mew Mew in the ground. Then, she’d be back to show Haineko how bad it was to kill other people’s pets.
Hitsugaya was trying to leave the ship to get his errands done, but it seemed anything and everything that could conspire to keep him here was rearing their heads. He was starting to convince himself that, no, he would not be able to get the engine room clean for Hinamori before she got back.
Maybe he could… send her out on errands? Maybe.
He sighed, rounding a corner. He’d be off the ship in just a few steps and…
…and why was Yachiru sneaking off the ship? With a small decorated box under her arm?
Hadn’t he confined her to the ship? He picked up his pace, calling out to her. “Kusajishi!”
Yachiru froze halfway down the corridor heading away from her room. Blast - caught. Oh well - she could deal with this.
She whirled around, advancing on Hitsugaya in a fury. “I’m going to go bury Mew Mew, and you’re not stopping me, Capn!” she declared forcefully, jabbing a finger straight towards his nose. “I’ve been through a lot today, and I’m giving my mouse a proper funeral and-” She started to mention that she was going to deal with Haineko later - but after her mistake with the bet, she was wary of telling her captain anything of her plans. He’d probably chain her inside his room or something so she wouldn’t.
“And…and that’s final!” she finished lamely. Planting her hands on her hips, she turned around in a huff and started to continue on her way.
The first thing Hitsugaya did when she advanced on him was check to see if she had her sword-that-was-not-a-toy on her, but her finger - which he looked at nearly cross-eyed as she pointed at him - distracted him.
Wait… Bury Mew Mew? He blinked at her for a second as she turned and walked away before putting it together. Hinamori had mentioned something about Haineko killing the mouse in her tirade earlier. Damn… this might get tricky, especially if he had to deal with crying twice in one day.
Hitsugaya sighed as he stepped forward and planted himself in front of Yachiru. “I told you to stay on the ship.”
Well, no one had ever accused him of being sensitive.
Yachiru’s initial reaction was to burst into tears again, this time out of frustration. Why was everything going so wrong? But she held them back, only biting her lower lip. There were probably tears in her eyes (her vision was slightly blurry), but she decided not to care.
“And I told you I’m leaving,” Yachiru repeated, meeting Hitsugaya’s eyes with clear rebellion. Her eyes flicked to the ‘toy’ sword she dragged behind her with the hand not holding Mew Mew’s box. She didn’t want to have to use force on her captain, but if he insisted on acting this way…
For now, she would just try getting around him. In an attempt to obtain the advantage of surprise, Yachiru suddenly tried to dart around him, prepared to make a run for it. She had faith she could outrun him - she was smaller and knew the side passages to get to where she wanted to go.
Hitsugaya sighed at the tears that suddenly welled in his pilot’s eyes. Damn it, not again. Why was he cursed with crying girls? He just didn’t do crying. (Yes, he was a pathetic man, and he knew it. But the welling tears and the holding them back and biting the lip was worse than the actual crying…)
Yachiru suddenly tried to get past him and Hitsugaya dove, just managing to snag her arm. “Yachiru, wait.” Oh, damn… he’d grabbed the arm holding the box, and he had a very good idea what resided in that box. With his other hand, he snatched the box before either of them could drop it. Now to just get her to listen to him before she decided to get violent. “Hear me out. We need to talk. Then you can take care of Mew Mew.”
Please let her be rational…
Caught again. Either she had the worst luck, or Capn really was that good - she was voting for the former.
Her eyes narrowed at his request to talk. About what, she wondered. About decorating the engine room with pink? About the fact that her beloved mouse was dead, killed by that tyrant of a kitten? About the bet-
Yachiru stopped herself short, and idea suddenly coming to her. Had he changed his mind? After a long minute staring at him, she looked down sullenly. “Fine,” she grumbled. He’d better apologize, too.
Hitsugaya gingerly let go of Yachiru's arm, half-afraid she would bolt the second he let go. He leveled a 'listen-to-me' glare at her, but his gaze caught the box he was holding and he nearly sighed again. He had a fairly good idea what was in the box, and rather doubted he could have much of a serious conversation while holding a homemade coffin - complete with girlish decorations - holding a girl's recently deceased pet.
…it made him seem like a monster, really.
It was amazingly difficult to stay angry with her, but she had bet his ship against another and painted the engine room pink (which had upset Hinamori beyond reason). So, how did he say this?
"Yachiru," he said, shifting the box out of his line of sight. He hesitated; well, best to play this straightforward, but not to the point where she'd run off again. "You overstepped some boundaries." See? He had some tact; too bad he'd used it all up in that one sentence.
Hitsugaya's movement to hide the box behind his back caught Yachiru's attention - she'd been so excited that she hadn't noticed until then that he had at all. Her first instinct was to lunge for it and take it back by force (as she could totally take Capn Shrimpy, of all people) - but maybe if she stayed and listened she could wheedle it away from him.
Her eyes narrowed at his assertion, and she folded her arms, chin jutting defiantly. "No, I didn't," she declared. "I was doing both you and Momi favors, and you're the ones who overstepped boundaries by getting mad!" Granted, Momo didn't really get mad - she'd been quite nice, but she could have just come out and said it.
"And," she added emphatically, "you're overstepping boundaries now by forcing me to stay on the ship and not give my friend a funeral. It's not like I'm going far!"
Hitsugaya knew right then and there that he the most unreasonable crew ever. What in the hell had possessed him to accept a twelve year old brat as his pilot?
Acutely aware he was holding onto her dead mouse - in a homemade and brightly decorated coffin, no less - he frowned at her. (He might have actually bared teeth; he wasn't sure.)
He had had enough. More than enough.
"Enough!" he snapped. "Kusajishi! I would have thought that you had learned by now that you listen to your Captain when he speaks to you."
Yachiru was taken aback as Hitsugaya snapped at her - no, not snapped - patronized her. Whereas another, wiser child may have backed off, Yachiru was only encouraged to push harder. No one treated her like a little kid.
"Not when he's being stupid!" she shot back. "You don't have to yell at me - I'm not five. Why are you making such a big deal out of it, anyway?! What are you scared is gonna happen?" She glowered at him furiously. Her hand was turning white where it gripped the string attached to her sword.
Hitsugaya saw red; really, he did. This child had betted his ship, went against his orders, painted his engine room, and then called him stupid? What part of Captain did she not get?
"Then quit acting like a damn five year old," he snapped. "If I'd known you didn't have the sense of a child, I never would have agreed to let you come aboard."
He ground his teeth together and glared right back at her. Goddamn it if he were going to be yelled at by his prepubescent pilot
Yachiru's temper was rising. If he kept acting like this, she was liable to get violent.
She snorted at his comment. "Yeah, and then you would've been grounded for who knows how long," she retorted. "You're lucky I chose to come aboard this ship - you should be more grateful!" Her finger jabbed at his chest. "I wouldn't have come aboard this ship if I'd known you were such a...such a tyrant!"
That was it. She’d managed to push just about every button he had in a few short sentences, and Hitsugaya was not taking it anymore. Without thinking about it - people poking him was usually followed by people punching him - he snagged her wrist and held her hand away from his chest.
“Captain. Tyrant,” he snarled. “Not much of a difference when you get on my bad side.” His eyes narrowed. “You are staying on this ship.”
If Yachiru was upset before, she was furious now. How...how dare he? He really was a tyrant!
Too angry for words, Yachiru jerked her hand away from Hitsugaya's grip and fixed him with her hottest glare. The time for negotiation was past - she was going to have her way, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Her eyes flicked to the box just out of sight, and in a blur of motion, Yachiru launched herself at her captain, planning on making him lose his balance just enough that she could steal Mew Mew back and make her escape. If she happened to knock him clear off his feet...well, that was okay too.
...As long as he didn't crush Mew Mew's coffin. She might have to start drawing blood then.
Hitsugaya blinked as Yachiru charged him. What the hell? He'd never seen... That child... She...
He snarled.
Hitsugaya sidestepped, holding the homemade coffin up and out of reach - he'd be damned if the thing was smashed and dead mouse went flying. That was the absolute last straw. He reached out to snag the back of Yachiru's shirt.
She was confined to the ship if he had to march her straight to her quarters and lock her in himself.
Yachiru was caught offguard as Hitsugaya sidestepped her and pulled Mew Mew out of reach. As her momentum carried her past him, he grabbed the back of her shirt - the fabric went taut around her chest and completely yanked Yachiru off her feet. She tumbled to the ground, but she was up again in seconds, shaking it off.
"Give him back!" she shouted, small hands balled into angry fists.
He winced a bit as she fell, but she was back on her feet in no time flat, still yelling.
"Not happening," he snapped, his grip tightening on the box. His pilot nothing; she kept this up and she'd be staying on Epsilon 3. "You will stay on this ship if I have to lock you in. Orders are orders, Kusajishi. Stay on the ship."
Yachiru folded her arms defiantly, her face crumpled into a pout. "What if I don't?" she asked, the tone of challenge unmistakable in her voice. After all, what could he possibly do? He couldn't afford to fire her - and she would quit before he even tried. She could find another ship if she put her mind to it!
Oh, he hated saying this next thing. Absolutely hated it - it seemed horrible to say to a young girl - but she'd pushed and pushed and she was going to get an answer.
"Then you'll have privileges revoked," Hitsugaya answered, and then nodded toward the homemade coffin, "and the mouse will go straight to Haineko."
He hated doing it.
When Hitsugaya gave his first threat, Yachiru had her retort all finished - and then he finished with the second one. All the color drained out of her face, her eyes widening in clear horror. "You wouldn't," she said, her voice trembling.
If he was willing to feed mew mew to that...that...cute ball of BEAST...! He was cruel, he was horrible...! She ought to just leave right this minute!
But she needed to find Kenchan. If she left this ship...who knew how long it would be before she could find another one to hire her? Even if she was the best pilot in all the universe...not everyone could see the obvious.
"Stay on the ship, and I won't," he said shortly.
He absolutely hated being that cruel - watching her eyes widen and her face pale was not his idea of a good time, really - but she needed to stay on the ship. He's had quite enough of his spastic, idiot, moron crew disobeying his every order.
He might just lock her in.
Yachiru was shaking - it was taking all of her willpower not to lunge at him and teach him for threatening her. Instead, she balled her hands into fists so tight that she could feel her nails, as short as they are, cutting into her palms. Her eyes locked on his, teeth clenched hard in something of a staring contest.
She was the first to break away, brows furrowed as she directed her gaze down and past him. She let the silence extend for a long moment before lifting her eyes to meet his once more.
"...Promise?" she queried, her voice hard. She would do it for Mew Mew. It was the least he deserved.
Hitsugaya didn't break the gaze and was rewarded when Yachiru looked away first.
Finally... things might actually go his way. His eyes narrowed; about damn time something went right. (Even if he managed to come out looking like a monster doing it.)
"If you stay on the ship," he repeated, "then the cat doesn't get a snack." He pointed back into the ship. "Your quarters. Now."
Her querying glare fast turned into a glare. She began to turn away from him, then snapped around to fix him with a look that could boil water.
"I hate you," she snarled.
She whirled around again and marched down the corridor, her gaze fixed straight ahead. He'd better lock her in her room, or she'd be sneaking out to take Mew Mew back and bury him - and no threat was going to stop her.
Better hated than losing control of everything around him. What in the hell had possessed him to hire such a young bratty child? (Well... that was a stupid question, considering his own age, but at least he'd never been that bratty.)
He didn't dignify her comment with an answer; he was hated by a lot of people anyway. It really didn't bother him.
"Your quarters. Now." He followed her down the corridor, his glare not relenting.
Yachiru bristled as Hitsugaya repeated himself. She glanced over her shoulder at him, then took off running down the hall back to her quarters. At the moment, she couldn't stand the thought of him right on her heels, his hands all over Mew Mew's coffin that she'd worked so hard to make.
She flung her door open and slammed it shut behind her with a resounding crash before throwing herself onto her bed. As soon as her face hit the pillow, the tears started flowing. She choked down her sobs. She would not let him know that he'd made her cry.
There was so much bearing on down her. She knew she'd messed up by betting the ship. It didn't seem so bad at the time, knowing that she'd win, but it had made captain really mad, and even if she did hate him right now, she still wanted him to like her. She knew she'd messed up in the engine room too - right from when Momi didn't react the way Yachiru had thought she would, and that'd probably made him mad too.
But this...he had no right to treat her like this! It was unfair and mean and cruel...and whatever Yachiru had done, however angry he was, she didn't deserve this treatment. It was almost worth finding another ship.
Yachiru bit her lip. No...Kenchan was worth any hardship. She would have to stick it out and find him as fast as possible...
But that didn't make it any easier.
Hitsugaya snorted in complete and total annoyance when she took off running, but barely managed to hold back the wince when she slammed the door.
Right. So, maybe, it had been a bit underhanded, threatening to feed the mouse to Haineko. The mouse didn’t care; it was dead. He eyed the coffin. The girl who’d taken in the mouse certainly did, though.
He was a monster.
At least she’d listened to him. Eventually.
It was almost worth the price when he considered the coffin. Now he had a dead mouse to stow. (God, he hoped it didn’t start stinking any time soon.) He tucked the coffin under his arm and strode back through the ship.
Maybe when Yachiru calmed, he’d offer a burial in space.
Until then, she could stew.
Characters: Yachiru, Hitsugaya
Location: Epsilon 3, aboard the Creeping Limit
Timeframe: Day of bar fight. After the pink engine room, but before the bar fight. Busy day. Whew~~
Status: Closed.
Warnings: Uh, Hitsugaya’s a bastard? I got nothing.
After leaving the engine room, Yachiru didn’t go straight to her own quarters - instead she went to the cargohold, where she managed to scrounge together the wood she needed. From there, she went to her quarters, where she pulled out her small personal tool kit and began her work.
As the crude ‘coffin’ (more like a wooden box) took shape, Yachiru felt the tears start to prick at her eyes, and she stopped to rub at them - but then she just broke down. She dropped her hammer and buried her face in her hands letting herself cry for only seconds before collecting herself and resuming her work. Mew Mew deserved a proper funeral, and by God she was going to give it to him.
Finally, she placed the finishing touches on the coffin (aka pretty flower and star stickers), tucked it under her arm and prepared to leave the ship. She knew Capn Shrimpy had forbid her to leave, but like hell she was going to listen to that now.
First things first, she would put Mew Mew in the ground. Then, she’d be back to show Haineko how bad it was to kill other people’s pets.
Hitsugaya was trying to leave the ship to get his errands done, but it seemed anything and everything that could conspire to keep him here was rearing their heads. He was starting to convince himself that, no, he would not be able to get the engine room clean for Hinamori before she got back.
Maybe he could… send her out on errands? Maybe.
He sighed, rounding a corner. He’d be off the ship in just a few steps and…
…and why was Yachiru sneaking off the ship? With a small decorated box under her arm?
Hadn’t he confined her to the ship? He picked up his pace, calling out to her. “Kusajishi!”
Yachiru froze halfway down the corridor heading away from her room. Blast - caught. Oh well - she could deal with this.
She whirled around, advancing on Hitsugaya in a fury. “I’m going to go bury Mew Mew, and you’re not stopping me, Capn!” she declared forcefully, jabbing a finger straight towards his nose. “I’ve been through a lot today, and I’m giving my mouse a proper funeral and-” She started to mention that she was going to deal with Haineko later - but after her mistake with the bet, she was wary of telling her captain anything of her plans. He’d probably chain her inside his room or something so she wouldn’t.
“And…and that’s final!” she finished lamely. Planting her hands on her hips, she turned around in a huff and started to continue on her way.
The first thing Hitsugaya did when she advanced on him was check to see if she had her sword-that-was-not-a-toy on her, but her finger - which he looked at nearly cross-eyed as she pointed at him - distracted him.
Wait… Bury Mew Mew? He blinked at her for a second as she turned and walked away before putting it together. Hinamori had mentioned something about Haineko killing the mouse in her tirade earlier. Damn… this might get tricky, especially if he had to deal with crying twice in one day.
Hitsugaya sighed as he stepped forward and planted himself in front of Yachiru. “I told you to stay on the ship.”
Well, no one had ever accused him of being sensitive.
Yachiru’s initial reaction was to burst into tears again, this time out of frustration. Why was everything going so wrong? But she held them back, only biting her lower lip. There were probably tears in her eyes (her vision was slightly blurry), but she decided not to care.
“And I told you I’m leaving,” Yachiru repeated, meeting Hitsugaya’s eyes with clear rebellion. Her eyes flicked to the ‘toy’ sword she dragged behind her with the hand not holding Mew Mew’s box. She didn’t want to have to use force on her captain, but if he insisted on acting this way…
For now, she would just try getting around him. In an attempt to obtain the advantage of surprise, Yachiru suddenly tried to dart around him, prepared to make a run for it. She had faith she could outrun him - she was smaller and knew the side passages to get to where she wanted to go.
Hitsugaya sighed at the tears that suddenly welled in his pilot’s eyes. Damn it, not again. Why was he cursed with crying girls? He just didn’t do crying. (Yes, he was a pathetic man, and he knew it. But the welling tears and the holding them back and biting the lip was worse than the actual crying…)
Yachiru suddenly tried to get past him and Hitsugaya dove, just managing to snag her arm. “Yachiru, wait.” Oh, damn… he’d grabbed the arm holding the box, and he had a very good idea what resided in that box. With his other hand, he snatched the box before either of them could drop it. Now to just get her to listen to him before she decided to get violent. “Hear me out. We need to talk. Then you can take care of Mew Mew.”
Please let her be rational…
Caught again. Either she had the worst luck, or Capn really was that good - she was voting for the former.
Her eyes narrowed at his request to talk. About what, she wondered. About decorating the engine room with pink? About the fact that her beloved mouse was dead, killed by that tyrant of a kitten? About the bet-
Yachiru stopped herself short, and idea suddenly coming to her. Had he changed his mind? After a long minute staring at him, she looked down sullenly. “Fine,” she grumbled. He’d better apologize, too.
Hitsugaya gingerly let go of Yachiru's arm, half-afraid she would bolt the second he let go. He leveled a 'listen-to-me' glare at her, but his gaze caught the box he was holding and he nearly sighed again. He had a fairly good idea what was in the box, and rather doubted he could have much of a serious conversation while holding a homemade coffin - complete with girlish decorations - holding a girl's recently deceased pet.
…it made him seem like a monster, really.
It was amazingly difficult to stay angry with her, but she had bet his ship against another and painted the engine room pink (which had upset Hinamori beyond reason). So, how did he say this?
"Yachiru," he said, shifting the box out of his line of sight. He hesitated; well, best to play this straightforward, but not to the point where she'd run off again. "You overstepped some boundaries." See? He had some tact; too bad he'd used it all up in that one sentence.
Hitsugaya's movement to hide the box behind his back caught Yachiru's attention - she'd been so excited that she hadn't noticed until then that he had at all. Her first instinct was to lunge for it and take it back by force (as she could totally take Capn Shrimpy, of all people) - but maybe if she stayed and listened she could wheedle it away from him.
Her eyes narrowed at his assertion, and she folded her arms, chin jutting defiantly. "No, I didn't," she declared. "I was doing both you and Momi favors, and you're the ones who overstepped boundaries by getting mad!" Granted, Momo didn't really get mad - she'd been quite nice, but she could have just come out and said it.
"And," she added emphatically, "you're overstepping boundaries now by forcing me to stay on the ship and not give my friend a funeral. It's not like I'm going far!"
Hitsugaya knew right then and there that he the most unreasonable crew ever. What in the hell had possessed him to accept a twelve year old brat as his pilot?
Acutely aware he was holding onto her dead mouse - in a homemade and brightly decorated coffin, no less - he frowned at her. (He might have actually bared teeth; he wasn't sure.)
He had had enough. More than enough.
"Enough!" he snapped. "Kusajishi! I would have thought that you had learned by now that you listen to your Captain when he speaks to you."
Yachiru was taken aback as Hitsugaya snapped at her - no, not snapped - patronized her. Whereas another, wiser child may have backed off, Yachiru was only encouraged to push harder. No one treated her like a little kid.
"Not when he's being stupid!" she shot back. "You don't have to yell at me - I'm not five. Why are you making such a big deal out of it, anyway?! What are you scared is gonna happen?" She glowered at him furiously. Her hand was turning white where it gripped the string attached to her sword.
Hitsugaya saw red; really, he did. This child had betted his ship, went against his orders, painted his engine room, and then called him stupid? What part of Captain did she not get?
"Then quit acting like a damn five year old," he snapped. "If I'd known you didn't have the sense of a child, I never would have agreed to let you come aboard."
He ground his teeth together and glared right back at her. Goddamn it if he were going to be yelled at by his prepubescent pilot
Yachiru's temper was rising. If he kept acting like this, she was liable to get violent.
She snorted at his comment. "Yeah, and then you would've been grounded for who knows how long," she retorted. "You're lucky I chose to come aboard this ship - you should be more grateful!" Her finger jabbed at his chest. "I wouldn't have come aboard this ship if I'd known you were such a...such a tyrant!"
That was it. She’d managed to push just about every button he had in a few short sentences, and Hitsugaya was not taking it anymore. Without thinking about it - people poking him was usually followed by people punching him - he snagged her wrist and held her hand away from his chest.
“Captain. Tyrant,” he snarled. “Not much of a difference when you get on my bad side.” His eyes narrowed. “You are staying on this ship.”
If Yachiru was upset before, she was furious now. How...how dare he? He really was a tyrant!
Too angry for words, Yachiru jerked her hand away from Hitsugaya's grip and fixed him with her hottest glare. The time for negotiation was past - she was going to have her way, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Her eyes flicked to the box just out of sight, and in a blur of motion, Yachiru launched herself at her captain, planning on making him lose his balance just enough that she could steal Mew Mew back and make her escape. If she happened to knock him clear off his feet...well, that was okay too.
...As long as he didn't crush Mew Mew's coffin. She might have to start drawing blood then.
Hitsugaya blinked as Yachiru charged him. What the hell? He'd never seen... That child... She...
He snarled.
Hitsugaya sidestepped, holding the homemade coffin up and out of reach - he'd be damned if the thing was smashed and dead mouse went flying. That was the absolute last straw. He reached out to snag the back of Yachiru's shirt.
She was confined to the ship if he had to march her straight to her quarters and lock her in himself.
Yachiru was caught offguard as Hitsugaya sidestepped her and pulled Mew Mew out of reach. As her momentum carried her past him, he grabbed the back of her shirt - the fabric went taut around her chest and completely yanked Yachiru off her feet. She tumbled to the ground, but she was up again in seconds, shaking it off.
"Give him back!" she shouted, small hands balled into angry fists.
He winced a bit as she fell, but she was back on her feet in no time flat, still yelling.
"Not happening," he snapped, his grip tightening on the box. His pilot nothing; she kept this up and she'd be staying on Epsilon 3. "You will stay on this ship if I have to lock you in. Orders are orders, Kusajishi. Stay on the ship."
Yachiru folded her arms defiantly, her face crumpled into a pout. "What if I don't?" she asked, the tone of challenge unmistakable in her voice. After all, what could he possibly do? He couldn't afford to fire her - and she would quit before he even tried. She could find another ship if she put her mind to it!
Oh, he hated saying this next thing. Absolutely hated it - it seemed horrible to say to a young girl - but she'd pushed and pushed and she was going to get an answer.
"Then you'll have privileges revoked," Hitsugaya answered, and then nodded toward the homemade coffin, "and the mouse will go straight to Haineko."
He hated doing it.
When Hitsugaya gave his first threat, Yachiru had her retort all finished - and then he finished with the second one. All the color drained out of her face, her eyes widening in clear horror. "You wouldn't," she said, her voice trembling.
If he was willing to feed mew mew to that...that...cute ball of BEAST...! He was cruel, he was horrible...! She ought to just leave right this minute!
But she needed to find Kenchan. If she left this ship...who knew how long it would be before she could find another one to hire her? Even if she was the best pilot in all the universe...not everyone could see the obvious.
"Stay on the ship, and I won't," he said shortly.
He absolutely hated being that cruel - watching her eyes widen and her face pale was not his idea of a good time, really - but she needed to stay on the ship. He's had quite enough of his spastic, idiot, moron crew disobeying his every order.
He might just lock her in.
Yachiru was shaking - it was taking all of her willpower not to lunge at him and teach him for threatening her. Instead, she balled her hands into fists so tight that she could feel her nails, as short as they are, cutting into her palms. Her eyes locked on his, teeth clenched hard in something of a staring contest.
She was the first to break away, brows furrowed as she directed her gaze down and past him. She let the silence extend for a long moment before lifting her eyes to meet his once more.
"...Promise?" she queried, her voice hard. She would do it for Mew Mew. It was the least he deserved.
Hitsugaya didn't break the gaze and was rewarded when Yachiru looked away first.
Finally... things might actually go his way. His eyes narrowed; about damn time something went right. (Even if he managed to come out looking like a monster doing it.)
"If you stay on the ship," he repeated, "then the cat doesn't get a snack." He pointed back into the ship. "Your quarters. Now."
Her querying glare fast turned into a glare. She began to turn away from him, then snapped around to fix him with a look that could boil water.
"I hate you," she snarled.
She whirled around again and marched down the corridor, her gaze fixed straight ahead. He'd better lock her in her room, or she'd be sneaking out to take Mew Mew back and bury him - and no threat was going to stop her.
Better hated than losing control of everything around him. What in the hell had possessed him to hire such a young bratty child? (Well... that was a stupid question, considering his own age, but at least he'd never been that bratty.)
He didn't dignify her comment with an answer; he was hated by a lot of people anyway. It really didn't bother him.
"Your quarters. Now." He followed her down the corridor, his glare not relenting.
Yachiru bristled as Hitsugaya repeated himself. She glanced over her shoulder at him, then took off running down the hall back to her quarters. At the moment, she couldn't stand the thought of him right on her heels, his hands all over Mew Mew's coffin that she'd worked so hard to make.
She flung her door open and slammed it shut behind her with a resounding crash before throwing herself onto her bed. As soon as her face hit the pillow, the tears started flowing. She choked down her sobs. She would not let him know that he'd made her cry.
There was so much bearing on down her. She knew she'd messed up by betting the ship. It didn't seem so bad at the time, knowing that she'd win, but it had made captain really mad, and even if she did hate him right now, she still wanted him to like her. She knew she'd messed up in the engine room too - right from when Momi didn't react the way Yachiru had thought she would, and that'd probably made him mad too.
But this...he had no right to treat her like this! It was unfair and mean and cruel...and whatever Yachiru had done, however angry he was, she didn't deserve this treatment. It was almost worth finding another ship.
Yachiru bit her lip. No...Kenchan was worth any hardship. She would have to stick it out and find him as fast as possible...
But that didn't make it any easier.
Hitsugaya snorted in complete and total annoyance when she took off running, but barely managed to hold back the wince when she slammed the door.
Right. So, maybe, it had been a bit underhanded, threatening to feed the mouse to Haineko. The mouse didn’t care; it was dead. He eyed the coffin. The girl who’d taken in the mouse certainly did, though.
He was a monster.
At least she’d listened to him. Eventually.
It was almost worth the price when he considered the coffin. Now he had a dead mouse to stow. (God, he hoped it didn’t start stinking any time soon.) He tucked the coffin under his arm and strode back through the ship.
Maybe when Yachiru calmed, he’d offer a burial in space.
Until then, she could stew.