AN: I don't own BLEACH, Tite Kubo dose!

Every wonder how a picture of your favorite paring came to be? I have a huge file dedicated to Hitsugaya and Matsumoto I also have huge file of other BLEACH couples. The other day I was looking through some of the pictures trying to decide on a background picture for my computer. When this sudden thought crashed into the back of my mind. (I think it was my Inner Matsumoto's Sake collection falling) I'd love to do short one shots combined together in chapters as a story. Each picture holds a story to the artist and the fans looking at the pictures. So, here is my madness of what some of the pictures play in my mind.

Sun Set

Hitsugaya stood soundlessly on top of the Tenth Divisions rooftops. The cool wind was perfect after the long/painful Taichou meeting. Ichimaru-Taichou wouldn't stop trolling the younger man, and Kurotsuchi-Taichou wouldn't stop picking on his height or the capability of Hitsugaya's authority.

"Taichou~~~!" Matsumoto's sing-song voice came from below.

Well almost everything could have been perfect, if it wasn't for his insane fukutaichou. The woman was with no doubt the most beautiful woman of the Gotei 13. The grunts of her climbing up the side of the roof echoed in the younger man's ears as her strawberry locks bounced up behind him.

"I honestly don't know why your always coming up here?" she off-handily asked, tossing a stray hair over her shoulder.

"It's quiet… Most of the time," Hitsugaya smirked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Hey!" the strawberry blonde protested, placing her hand on right breast. "That's mean," she continued, trying her best to look offended.

The clouds around them seamed to light up with the most brilliant reds and gold that either of the two had ever seen. Matsumoto's lips parted in awe as she looked on at the small form in front of her. Hitsugaya turned back towards the retreating sun.

Maybe the bad day hadn't end all that bad….Maybe…

Cold Rooftops

Matsumoto had figured out long ago that Hitsugaya-Taichou's favorite spot to be alone or think was on the Tenth barracks rooftops. The curvy fukutaichou could see the red scarf waving in the clod night wind. She held the hot steamy bags of Ohagi closer to her breast. At least that would keep them warmer, not that the fur scarf was doing much good. From the way his small frame was hunched over something was bothering the younger Taichou. She let out a long breath before she joined Hitsugaya on the roof.

Hitsugaya physically cringed as the more buster woman took her seat next to him. This day was one of the most stressful days he had ever had. From the looks of it, Matsumoto was about to make it worse.

"Here," the Tenth's Fukutaichou sighed, plopping one of the bags in Hitsugaya's lap.

The younger boy's eyebrow quirked up as the blonde began to silently nibble at her Ohagi. Hitsugaya sighed taking one of the sweet bean cakes in his hand. The strawberry blonde adjusted her fur scarf around her neck as the wind attempted to blow it off.

Stop trying to rape me wind!

Her lips twisted into a pout as she fought the article of clothing back down into it's rightful spot. The windy lightly whipped around the two as Matsumoto continued to fiddle with said scarf.

"Problem?" Hitsugaya mused, rolling the cake between his fingers.

"No~!" Matsumoto whined. " You Taichou?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.

"This is the only place that Kusajishi-fukutaichou can't reach me…yet," Hitsugaya sighed, resting his wrist on his knee, the hot bun cooling in the night air.

Matsumoto lightly giggled, knowing all to well that Kusajishi Yachiru could drive most of the Gotei commanders nuts.

Never Hurt You

How did it come to this? Why did he do this to her? That Kitsune bastard would pay for the pain she endured wile he left!

Hitsugaya's soft finger ran along Matsumoto's soft shoulders. The poor woman had endured enough pain from what she thought was her best friend. Hitsugaya's hypnotic blue/green eyes scanned over the exposed woman's skin. The only article of clothing that Matsumoto was wearing was the black kosode that hung loosely open. Some how she had managed to strip Hitsugaya from his white shitagi, black kosode, and white Taichou's haori. The ties on his hakama were loosen falling around his waist.

Matsumoto was crying and chocking back more tears from her on personal hell. Nothing had been the same after the betrayal. Her heart was missing a huge piece that felt like it couldn't be mended. She had been drinking more that usual that caused her moods to be pulled in different directions as of late. Not that Hitsugaya would report her, after all how could you? How could you turn in someone for grieving?

No words could help mend the broken mess that the three former Taichou could undo. Hell, Hinamori-fukutaichou was lying in Fourth barracks in a coma. Kira-fukutaichou tried to hide his pain in drinking and more work. Poor Hisagi-fukutaichou was over stressed.

So here Hitsugaya was gently hold Matsumoto listening to her chocked tears and gasps that racked her body. He slowly placed a soft kiss on her exposed should not knowing what comfort that he could give her. Matsumoto gripped at his bare back and wrapped her legs around his, finding little comfort in his exposed skin.

Never again would anyone hurt his fukutaichou like this…

Sakura Tag

That all knowing smirk played across Hitsugaya-Taichou's lips as he pushed deeper into the pink branches. A game of tag was below him, but Matsumoto-fukutaichou insisted on playing a game with him.

"It'll be great training Taichou~!" she whimpered, twisting that mouth into a deadly pout.

"Fine!" he agreed, crossing his arms tightly across his chest. "But if anyone asks this is only training," he huffed.

"Yes! I mean of course Taichou," the blonde agreed, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Matsumoto was gaining on him just as the wind picked up whipping the already unsteady braches around. Her foot slipped causing her to slip down, but a firm hand planted her soft one in his. Matsumoto gasped as she turned her blue eyes into his blue/green ones.

"Come with me," Hitsugaya's low voice commanded, pulling her with him.

"Of course, Taichou," she agreed, slowly nodding.

When did he get so hypnotic?

And that is when the game of tag came to an end… When Matsumoto became very aware of Hitsugaya's blue/green orbs. The same ones that could freeze a man dead in his tracks were now looking into her soul.

Cuddle Me~

Okay, so what if he was short, and that he was cold as ice (pun not intended). Or that he was anti-social, moody, and absolutely adorable (Don't tell him that he'll freeze you on the spot). Maybe it was the fact that she could be the one to cause the breath taking scream when she did only God knows what to tick him off. Or it could be the fact that when he yelled his nose would scrunch in the slights bit. It could be the gleam he gets in his eyes when he's about to strike a man down. Maybe it's the fact that his legs dangle off the chair cause he refuses to get a smaller one. Matsumoto had no idea what exactly drew her to watch her Taichou do there paper work that day.

"Are you going to sit there all day or are you actually going to do some sort of work today?" Hitsugaya finally asked, not looking up over the stack of papers.

Matsumoto hid the squeal that was trying to escape her full lips. Every mucsel was scream for her to say something or at least do something. Hell hug him at least. Would the tempature droop be worth it?

Yes!

So Matsumoto pounced on top of Hitsugaya's lap with out any warning. All the paper work spilled of his desk and onto the floor.

"Matsumoto!" the small Taichou began to growl.

"I couldn't help it! Taichou~! Cuddle me~!" Matsumoto whined, pulling the young man closer to her bust.

Rest

"Uh.. T-Taichou… J-just why are we going to Juban barracks?" the fukutaichou of Sanbantai asked.

" 'cause I'z gotta give 'im som'thin, Iduru," Ichimaru Gin smirked, waling through the open gates.

"S-shouldn't you call ahead, I-Ichimaru-Taichou?" Kira asked.

"Don't be silly, Iduru. Tis ok," Gin laughed rounding the walkways of the Juban barracks.

"Yes, sir," Kira sighed, knowing full well that Gin dose whatever Gin wants to do.

Gin approached the door quickly, and threw the door open. See what Gin was hoping to do was scare Matsumoto into almost spilling her breast and Hitsugaya into an uproar, but what he got was Hitsugaya and Matsumoto asleep sitting up. Gin blinked, cocked his head to the side and blinked some more.

" 'Tis my eyes play'n tricks on meh?" he asked.

"No, Taichou. They are asleep," Kira said, smiling at the two commanders of the Tenth.

Well he was until Gin decided to jump on the two. Just another mess for Kira-fukutaichou to clean up…

Attack

Matsumoto was no where to be found…. Again. Although she did leave a not this time. It said something about

"Sorry can't work have personal problem. Love Rangiku XoXo"

Hitsugaya sighed as he took a small stack of paper work towards the First. The day was a good day, sun was out light breeze. Al was right in the air, it was quite with no Matsumoto around. Hitsugaya was getting use to it.

"Taichou~~~!" Matsumoto squealed, coming out of no where.

"Mat-Matsumoto- fukutaichou!" Hitsugaya coughed as his lower pounced on his back.

"I missed you~!" she continued as the neatly piled paperwork fell all over the ground.

'MATSUMOTO~!" Hitsugaya yelled, breaking the once silent day.

What are you Plotting

Hitsugaya Toshiro, Juban Taichou would NOT give in to such a preset ant woman. No he would not give one inch to those full lips. That curvy body. He would not give her that simple victory. The scowl on his face would not give in. He bit the inside of his cheek so he would give in.

Matsumoto Rangiku, Juban Fukutaichou was now crawling across the mats towards her commander. Her blue eyes darkened as she made her way to him. The whole way she swayed her hips seductively. Matsumoto knew just how men worked and what little ways it took to drive a man to say, yes. This man on the other hand was more stubborn that a bull.

Hitsugaya glared down at the woman that was now clasping her hands around his wrists that were placed in his lap. Her eyes were pleading now.

"Pa~lease~! Taichou~!" she drew out in an agonizing plead.

"No," was his answer.

"I'll do paperwork for a week," she sighed.

"You're suppose to do that anyway. Speaking of that don't you have a pile building under the couch?" Hitsugaya growled.

"That's not important!" Matsumoto shrugged off. "I could start name countless dirty thing that I could-" she began.

"Fine! You can go!" he growled, a slight blush falling across his cheeks.

"THANK YOU!" she yelped, crushing Hitsugaya in a bear hug.

"You owe me. Now get off and go," he sighed, turning his face away from the beauty lying across his lap.

Before he could think a pair of soft lush lips pressed against his left cheek. The boy genius' blue/green eyes widen as she left for the door. He slowly reached for the spot her lips were on as she disappeared behind the door.

Wrap you in my Arms

It was a close battle, the taped up wounds were proof enough. Hitsugaya promised that he wouldn't lose his cool this time. This time he couldn't contain the rage he felt inside. That Arrancar ruthless rammed it's sword straight through Matsumoto's chest. Turning the sword sideways tring to rip through the rest of her torso. The blood was spewing everywhere. Hitsugaya's vision blurred he couldn't see anything, but red. Faint gasps came from his fukutaichou. His bloody wounds seemed like nothing more than a scratches. He could hear the Fourth Division hurry towards them.

"Daiguren Hyorinmaru!" Hitsugaya snarled, his lip curling out like the ice dragon.

Everything went black and when the young Taichou came to his wounds had been wrapped. Lying next to him was a heavily bandage Matsumoto. A faint smile tugged on her lips as she looked on.

"Hiya," she smirked sitting slowly up.

There were no time for words as Hitsugaya jumped off the ground and into his fukutaichou arms. Matsumoto being so surprised that she barely caught what her little Taichou was saying.

"I'll never forgive myself if I lose you,"

Holding Hands Secretive

There were times in the tenth when things would be completely quiet and calm. Today was one of those rare days. The paperwork had been completed before noon as well as the training for the day. Hitsugaya sat near the wooden porch out looking the Juban barracks.

This day couldn't get any better.

Matsumoto glanced up from the spot she was occupying on the couch. A smile planted itself on her pick glossed lips as she watched the younger man relax.

Yeah, it couldn't get any better.

The curvy fukutaichou made her way over to her little Taichou. She sat behind him facing the inner walls if the divisions main office. A light summer wind picked up through the open doors, carrying the scent of daffodils. Matsumoto leaned against Hitsugaya's back, lying her hand close to his. Hitsugaya jumped slightly at the close contact between the two.

Would he?

A small hand clasped around Matsumoto's as a knowing grin made it's was across her lips.

He would.