Title: Logically, Ice Cream
Author: Shao Bei Bei
Summary: Hitsugaya doesn't like ice cream. Ichigo doesn't get it.
Author's Note: This is just a little drabble I thought up. No pairings, though I do quite enjoy HitsugayaxIchigo. Warning for mild language and some inappropriate use of breasts.
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"Idiot! What part of 'I don't like ice cream' don't you get?"
Vice Captain Matsumoto watched as the normally stoic captain of the 10th Division, Hitsugaya Toshiro, used shunpo for a completely pointless activity: running around the room at super-speed, trying to avoid Kurosaki Ichigo, who was waving around a strange food apparently called a 'popsicle', a form of 'ice cream', a sweet icy treat that mysteriously disappeared after several minutes of being exposed to heat to be replaced with sticky liquid.
"Come on, Toshiro, it's good! Just try it!" Ichigo shouted. He kept up with the captain quite easily and at one point almost captured him, but he overestimated the white-haired boy's height and Hitsugaya slipped out from under his arms. "Damn your shortness!"
"WHAT WAS THAT?" And then a few seconds later, "It's Captain Hitsugaya, damn it!"
Matsumoto sighed. And to think this had all been because they passed by an ice cream vendor while walking together and she had asked Ichigo to buy her some. Not only did the substitute shinigami buy her one, he got ten others thinking that Hitsugaya would like them. She could imagine his thoughts going something like this:
Toshiro's zanpakuto is an ice-type! So, in conclusion, he likes the cold. In which case, he must enjoy ice cream!
And so the orange-haired boy was chasing him around the room with a popsicle in his hand and 9 more stuffed down his pants.
Hitsugaya allowed himself to be chased for a minute for two before finally drawing to a sharp stop next to Matsumoto. Ichigo froze a few feet away, waiting for an attack.
"Kurosaki Ichigo, while you are very annoying and I would like very much to kill you, I am not allowed to. And as we are in a public area with no clearance to erase human memories or call in back up to fix the damage, I cannot use my sword. As well as that, we have no 4th Division members with us so I cannot seriously injure you without there being repercussions. So, I have only one means left to me as which to save myself from your annoying ice cream attack. So, prepare yourself, Kurosaki...for..."
Ichigo braced himself, eyes watching Hitsugaya's movements. What's he going to pull? Matsumoto watched as well, wondering what Hitsugaya had in mind.
"My last attack: Vice Captain Matsumoto Rangiku's BREASTS OF DOOM!" And with that he pushed Matsumoto onto Ichigo, her large breasts indeed suffocating the teen as Hitsugaya made a hasty escape.
"Mmm! Mmm mm mm MMMPH!" Ichigo sputtered as he pulled his face out of Matsumoto's chest. "Aaugh! Stupid Toshiro! I will MAKE HIM EAT THIS ICE CREAM IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" He dashed off after the white-haired boy.
Matsumoto sighed as she prepared to follow. Ichigo certainly was troublesome, but - she smiled - this was the first time she'd seen the captain have such fun in a while.