HitsuHina Quest Chapter 17

Hitsugaya flash stepped back to Inoue’s apartment.

“Ah, Taicho, Hinamori-chan’s condition is now stable,” Matsumoto reported as soon as Hitsugaya entered the home.

“Yea, whatever. What’s for dinner?” Hitsugaya asked as he fused into his gigai.

“Huh?” Matsumoto was spellbound. Usually, Hitsugaya would burst through the door and yell, ‘is Hinamori alright?!’

“I said, what’s for dinner?” Hitsugaya repeated.

“Oh… um, miso soup, rice, fried chicken and veggies…” Matsumoto informed.

“I see. Thanks,” Hitsugaya sighed as he walked into his room and closed the door.

“This is weird… he didn’t even ask twice if Hinamori-chan’s alright… strange… he didn’t even give her a second glance…” Matsumoto contemplated on why Hitsugaya was so unusually cold to Hinamori all of a sudden.

She turned to face an unconscious Hinamori. “Hinamori-chan, looks like you’ve got quite a task ahead of you…”

During dinner

“Hey, is Momo Fuku Taicho still unconscious, Hitsugaya Taicho?” Ikkaku asked as he munched on a piece of fried chicken.

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Hitsugaya replied as he ate his rice.

Ikkaku and Yumichika looked at each other after hearing the four words come out of Hitsugaya’s mouth.

Then they looked at Matsumoto.

She flashed them the I’ll-tell-you-later-so-shut-up look.

Yumichika and Ikkaku understood.

After dinner

After dinner, Hitsugaya immediately went to his room and slammed the door shut.

“So? What happened? Yumichika and I were out today,” Ikkaku inquired.

“Yes, and I bought this wonderful conditioner that works wonders on hair,” Yumichika smiled.

Matsumoto made a face at Yumichika.

"Stop it, guys," Ikkaku scoffed. "It's too stupid and childish."

"What an ugly face," Yumichika turned away from Matsumoto with his head held high.

“Anyhow, when Taicho came back from saving Hinamori-chan, he seemed like this already,” Matsumoto sighed.

“Do you think it’s something Momo Fuku Taicho said?” Ikkaku suggested.

“I don’t think so. Hinamori-chan was already unconscious when he came back,” Matsumoto replied.

“Well then, maybe she talks in her sleep,” Ikkaku guessed.

“I don’t know. Anyway, tonight Hinamori is going to crash in my room, so I’ll see whether she actually DOES talk in her sleep,” Matsumoto said.

“Okay, that’s fine too. Well then, Yumichika and I are going to sleep now. See you tomorrow, Matsumoto,” Ikkaku and Yumichika got up and went to their room.

Matsumoto nodded and went to hers.

The next morning

“Good morning, Taicho,” Matsumoto greeted as she rubbed her eyes and entered the living room.

“Hn,” Hitsugaya replied plainly.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Matsumoto walked into the kitchen.

“I’ve already eaten. And now, it’s called ‘lunch’,” Hitsugaya informed.

“Wha? What time is it?!” Matsumoto panicked. Her Taicho did NOT like late people.

“It’s one thirty-five in the afternoon,” Hitsugaya replied.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, Taicho!” Matsumoto apologized.

“No, forget it. I’m going out now. I’m not coming for dinner. Bye,” Hitsugaya picked up his bag, put his shoes on and rushed out the door.

“Bye…” Matsumoto sighed. Poor Hinamori…

Hitsugaya walked to where the football field was.

Guess who was there.

Karin. With her friends, arguing with high school students about who gets the field. Again.

“HEY! I’M ONLY TALKING ABOUT OUR RIGHTS! WE RESERVED THIS TIME SLOTS!” Karin shouted, angry. She suddenly took a step back as she felt Hitsugaya’s reiatsu. “H-He’s back…”

“Look, I’m sorry kids. But we can’t give our precious time to you,” The Captain of the High School Football team sighed.

“AND WHY NOT?!” Karin barked.

“H-hey, Karin-chan, shouldn’t we just let them use the field? I mean, they’re in high school…” one of her friends asked nervously but softly so that nobody else could hear.

“Over my dead body. You’ll have to kill me first, Miki,” Karin turned to her friend.

“B-but won’t we get into trouble?” Miki asked, still nervous and soft.

“Look, I’ll make sure you guys don’t, okay? And anyway, I’ll take the blame if we do,” Karin scoffed.

“B-but, Karin-chan, you shouldn’t take all the blame. I mean, we all also came,” Miki replied.

“Then I’ll make sure we came here for a soccer training session,” Karin turned to the high school students. She smirked. Karin KNEW Hitsugaya was here. Definitely.

“YOU! SOCCER CAPTAIN, LET’S MAKE A DEAL!” Karin yelled.

“What kind of deal?” the captain asked. This girl had spunk.

“A test,” Karin put one hand on her hip.

“Okay, which subject? Geography? Chemistry? History? You name it, kiddo,” the captain smirked. Did this kid think he was born yesterday? He was a high school student for Pete’s sake.

To the surprise of her friends and the high school soccer team, Karin turned to where Hitsugaya was hiding (a patch of trees) and dashed in that direction. Only, the other people didn’t know about Hitsugaya–yet.

“W-where’d Kurosaki go…?” another one of Karin’s teammates asked to nobody in particular.

Suddenly, Karin came running from out of the patch of trees, pulling an annoyed Hitsugaya.

“No, you idiots. You didn’t think I was stupid enough to challenge you to a written test, do you? Well if you did, then you’re the one who’s stupid. The test is… well, more if a bet, actually. We’ll play a game of soccer. The team who wins gets the field for a week without arguments. And those who lose, well, will become the servants of the team who won,” Karin explained.

“DEAL! Are you ready to lose?” The captain smirked.

“Oh, don’t be so cocky just yet. After all, we’ve got our secret weapon,” Karin pulled Hitsugaya in front of her. “Toushirou Hitsugaya!”

“Hey, Karin, I didn’t agree to anything,” Hitsugaya protested.

The captain of the other team stared at Hitsugaya before laughing. “Y-you expect an elementary school kid to beat US?! Man, middle school kids sure are stupid!”

A vein popped up almost everywhere on Hitsugaya. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! I’M GONNA BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR SORRY ASS!!!”

Karin smiled. “Let the game begin!”