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VALENTINE'S FIC CONTEST: Emptiness and Heartache

Author: Catseye
Title: Emptiness and Heartache
Rating: G?    PG?
Warnings: Matsumoto's bosom
Summary: Matsumoto and Kira left with only emptiness and sorrow.
DISCLAIMER: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite. The characters should probably be grateful

 

 

“How could you?” Matsumoto Rangiku, fukutaichou of the 10th Division of the Gotei 13, pouted unhappily. “After all that we’ve been through together…”

There was no response to her question, and she sniffed unhappily, a tear sliding down one cheek. “I thought… I thought that we mattered to each other,” she whispered. “You’ve always been there for me before. And when you’ve looked lonely, I’ve cradled you in my arms, and … and when you’ve been lost, I’ve found you…” She looked to her other companion for support. “Kira, shouldn’t that count for something?”

The blond fukutaichou of the 3rd Division looked away, clearly unwilling to speak out against the object of  her rant. “I… It should, I guess.” He shrugged miserably. “I don’t know.”

Rangiku dashed away the tear with the back of her hand and turned away, staring out the window at the dark night sky. “We’ve shared so many … evenings together, enjoying each other’s company. That doesn’t…doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

As before, there was no response, though a light touch ruffled her hair as a breeze drifted through the open window, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms.

“You mean soooo much to me.” She stretched out one arm, not quite touching her companion, just resting her hand on the table. “I know, I know, we’re not always together, but I never would have ever imagined a life without you. And now, see, now there’s this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and … and I don’t even know if I ever want to see you again.” She glanced at Kira, seeing the same misery reflected in his eyes, then flopped down on the table, cradling her head on her folded arms.

“You’re hurting us both, you know,” she pointed out sadly. “Kira … Kira and me. Betraying us both, and, and you just don’t care.” Another tear trickled down her cheek, and she sighed, then sat up abruptly, distracted as the resulting swell of her breasts threatened to suffocate her. “Whoa,” she yelped, “they’re at it again…” She scowled at her bosom for a moment, wondering why it was always plotting against her, then returned her attention to her companion.

“Fine.” A look of determination suffused her features, marred only by the slight bleariness of her eyes. “That’s fine. If … if you have nothing to offer, then I’m just going to have to ask you to leave. You’re not supposed to be here, anyway, you know. Sssneaking into our quarters like this, and then offering nothing but emptiness and heartache.” She pushed herself away from the table, rising to her feet with a huff and stumbling slightly. “I’m sorry, but it’s over between us. My heart may be broken, but I can’t let me treat … can’t let you treat me like this.” Her dramatic pose was somewhat ruined as the blood rushed to her head and she fell, landing heavily on her butt.

“Don’t expect a goodbye,” she added petulantly, trying to maintain her dignity while watching her breasts bounce and hoping they didn’t knock her over again. “Just think about what you’re throwing away, and I hope you feel as misber— … as misab— … as unhappy as I do. Kira,” she added with as much authority as she could muster in her position, “please take … it … away with you. This relationship is over, forever!”

Kira muttered an unhappy acknowledgement of her request, and she heard his chair slide away from the table.

Without a backward glance, she crawled to the couch and pulled herself onto it, a steady pounding in her head making it impossible for her to stand. She heard nothing now but empty silence behind her, then darkness enfolded her as she drifted off to sleep.

 

“Matsumoto!”

The voice of her taichou, Hitsugaya Toushirou, woke her from a refreshing sleep, and she sat up slowly. “Yes, taichou?” she asked cheerfully, checking to make sure that her breasts hadn’t managed to work their way free while she slept, as they so often tried to do when she passed out in her uniform.

“Kira was passed out in front of the office this morning with five empty sake bottles and one full one.” The diminutive Shinigami scowled at her. “He said you made him take it, and swore off drinking forever.” He looked around the room as an expression of horror flooded his fukutaichou’s face. “Where were you hiding six bottles of sake in my office, anyway?!”

“Forever?” Rangiku lunged to her feet. “I never…!” Vague sake-flavored memories flitted through her mind, contradicting her protest, then something Toushirou had said made it through the haze. “Wait, there was one that wasn’t empty, and he took it, too?!?”

The look on Toushirou’s face gave her pause, and she hung her head, trying to look properly repentant. “I mean, um…” A solution presented itself, and her expression brightened suddenly. “I mean, those were Kira’s bottles. He brought them over, and…” A widening of her eyes indicated that she had thought of a particularly good story this time. “And he said that we had to drink them in here because it wouldn’t be right for us to take them to my room, and if we took them anywhere else, we’d have to share, and … and so I had to, taichou!” She ended on a note of noble self-sacrifice, nodding in sympathy at her own helpless plight, then sniffed sadly as Toushirou walked past her.

“I should never have said those things,” she mourned, gazing out the window sorrowfully. “They were mean, and hurtful, and I never would have thought that he would take a full bottle. I didn’t even know there was one left!”

Toushirou sighed, and dropped into the chair behind his desk. “I tripped over him on my way in,” he informed her. “If you’re quick—” A glance in her direction showed an empty Rangiku-shaped space where she had just been, and he shook his head, feeling sorry for Kira. “I just hope for his sake that she wasn’t talking to it again,” he muttered as he started in on his paperwork.  

A voice came to him on the morning breeze as his subordinate raced toward the Division Three buildings. “Kira, you took the wrong bottle! Kira! Kira??”

 

 

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