Alive and kicking...

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Hitsugaya was lost. He looked at the woman whose eyes had darkened quite a bit and those coral coloured lips… but a face-tango? What the fuck was that?

“Tajiya?”

“Don’t be such a boring little brat, come on… you must have some sort of war going on in that teenager body of yours… or would you prefer to switch places with that vice captain of yours?” Sango the evil, alcohol induced witch, had taken over Sango’s other wise so composed person.

A quick look at his vice captain told him that he probably would end up on the tip of Rangiku’s sword tip if he would even think of cutting in on her time with that silverhaired dog demon. Not that he wanted it in the first place anyway.

“You’re drunk,” he stated to the slayer.

“No, not as much as your captain, but over the years I’ve come to learn when to let go,” Sango answered as she leaned even closer.

Toshiro tried not to lean towards her as she caught his eyes in a staring contest.

“You’re kind of cute you know,” Sango said rather huskily.

“C-cute?” Hitsugaya coughed.

“Yeah… you might be a shorty… and I wonder… how good are you with that sword of yours?”

‘What sword?’ the white haired captain couldn’t help but think as she eyed him once again.

Sango could see his face become just a tad more flushed and she smiled secretly. Once she had gotten over that he was indeed a head shorter than her, she had realized one thing – this death god was sexy as hell. And it seemed as if he indeed was a lot older than he looked like. So… that monk was not going to get any better so why not take her chances with a shinigami even if it was just for one night? She might even get a fun spar out of it too.

“W-what do you mean?” Hitsugaya said and leaned away from the slayer. She was way too close for his comfort at the moment.

“Che… I want to spar with you… what did you think?” Sango said with a smirk and pulled away. Her hand found the little sake-cup and swallowed the rest of its content.

The captain just blinked. What was he suppose to answer?

Sesshoumaru was having trouble. Once he had managed to get a grip on the woman with the suffocating boobies, he just had to grab one of her breasts, making her even more clingy than she had been before. And the scent that began to invade his sensitive nostrils was not what he expected at all.

And he had not expected it to affect him in such way that it had, as it did at the moment. He knew that he was growing hard, that he was getting aroused by the fact that she had her chest pushed up against his face.

‘At least she’s not human…’ The little part of his brain that still was working supplied him with. She was a death god.

“Mmm, my cute little puppy… What do you say?” Rangiku moaned as one of his clawed fingers raked over a stiff nipple.

“Say what?” grunted Sesshoumaru.

“That we ditch these two others and head to a private quarter?”

That meaning was the death of the stoic youkai-lord. With a low, vibrating growl he pushed her away from him so he could get up on his feet and once he had managed that he grabbed her wrist and pulled her with him.

“Ohh, puppy wants to play!!” Matsumoto sing-songed as she was pulled out of the dining room.

“The bastard asshole left with your clingy vice-captain… and I’m still interested in that sword of yours,” Sango purred.

“Ehh?”

“Come on… let’s head outside… I want to spar with you.”

“S-spar?”

“Yes… come on now.”

Sango got up and held out a hand to the shorter captain and once he placed his hand in hers she pulled him up on his feet. She grabbed her short sword and saw him take his and place it against his side.

“Good, now let’s get out of here,” Sango said and walked outside.

“Why?” Hitsugaya asked as he followed the light dressed demon slayer.

“Because I want to fight you,” Sango answered truthfully.

“That is not a real answer.”

They had reached a rather secluded area when Sango turned around to look at the young looking man that had lightened both desire and curiosity inside her heart.

“Because I’ve fought demons of various strength. I was one of those that managed to save this world from a great evil. And just before you and your vice captain decided to butt in I was fighting against the most powerful demon alive in this era,” Sango said. “And I even if I would have lost against him in the end, I did hold my grounds against him. I gave him a fight for his money…”

Toshiro was not quite sure if he understood her.

Sango sighed as she readjusted her grip on her sword before pointing it at his throat.

“I just want to spar to see if I can hold my ground against a death god. A test of my skills.”

Hitsugaya nodded. The answer was satisfactory. He could understand that. He unleashed his sword.

“Be prepared to be defeated slayer,” he said as he got into a fighting position.

“Be prepared to be astonished shinigami Toshiro…. Brat!” Sango retaliated with a smile as she answered and got into position as well.

‘Cocky human girl,’ he thought as he rushed forward, ready to make a strike at the woman in front of him.

But she evaded him and before he was able to react she had slid underneath his sword arm and made a sweep with her feet against his legs, searching to get him to fall down. He jumped and managed to avoid the attack.

“Good,” he praised as he rushed forward again.

Sango just smiled and waited for him to get close enough.

Swords clashed together, echoing over the little secluded glade Sango had led them to. And swords clashed again and again.

Ten minutes later Toshiro had to admit that this demon slayer was very skilled in using her sword, she really could hold her ground. No wonder she had managed to go against that dog that probably…

‘Shit… Matsumoto-san…!!’ he stopped in his movements and held up his hand in a stopping motion.

“What’s the matter?” Sango asked as she landed a few feet away. She had been in the middle of an attack when he held up his hand.

“Matsumoto-san…. she’s with him,” Hitsugaya said as he sheeted his sword.

Sango frowned before she realized what he was talking about and she just chuckled.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry too much. If he didn’t kill her when she dropped her boobies on him the first time, he will not kill her now either.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure… now where were we?” Sango smirked as she raised her sword again.

Toshiro, now very bored with the game. The slayer had proved her point. Now it was time for something else.

He took two steps, grabbed a fistful of black hair and pulled her down and kissed her forcefully.

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