Me Notes: Mmmkay, so I came up with this one in a dream. I don't know if there's already one like this out there in , but here it goes. Me no own Bleach. Hope you like it! And I hope it's not soooooo confusing.

No Way Out

Ch. 1: Uncomfortable

Summer is coming to an end and students need to return to school.

"WHAT?! What do you mean there's only one apartment left?!" A brunette with brown eyes was hysteric. "When I called there were plenty of rooms! And it was only yesterday!"

"I'm sorry Ms.," the manager tried to calm the young woman down, "but that was yesterday morning. I never knew people would come in so quickly, I'm sorry."

"This CANNOT be happening," a young, white haired, emerald eyed man set his head on the high counter. "I looked around the whole stinkin' town and no apartment is open." 'Classes begin next week and I can't find a place to stay. This girl looks like she's going to burst into tears any second and I will explode if she does. There has to be a wa-' Something suddenly occurred to him. He lifted his head up so quickly he lost his vision for a second. "Wait! How many rooms are in the apartment?"

The lady in charge looked hesitant, "Th-three, why may I ask?" The woman had right to sound hesitant. What the young man was thinking was going to shock anyone in the lounge who happened to walk by.

He looked over the girl as a tear slid down her cheek. "How may rooms do you need?"

"O-one," the girl tried not to say much so her voice wouldn't crack. "Why?"

"That's it!" The sudden burst made the women jump. "You only need one room and I only need one room, we'll rent it together. There is no other place left, and I know that neither you nor I want to give this up. There is no way out of this. My classes start in less than a week and I'm sure that your classes do too. It's your choice, but we both will stay standing here by the end of the day."

"B-b-but," her eyes expanded and it looked like she wasn't going to cry anymore. The shock probably dried them up. "But you're a guy. I can't stay under the same room with you. I don't even know you!"

"Observant aren't you?" the man used heavy sarcasm. "Your choice." He turned away to let her think. He wasn't fond of his own plan either, but he was tired of his long five hour drive. All he wanted to do was sleep.

The girl looked over to the manager for help, "I don't know any of your records, but you both look innocent enough to do so."

With no other choice left, the girl nodded. "Fine, I give in. I trust you Mister."

"Hitsugaya," Mr. Hitsugaya sighed. "My name is Toshiro Hitsugaya."

"Momo Hinamori."

The lady took out some papers and handed it to them. "I need you both to fill this out and I need you to pay me seven hundred dollars in advanced. After that, your monthly cost will drop down to three fifty." She went on and on explaining to the 'kids' about what is aloud and what is expected and other stuff.

The sky was darkening by the time they got to take some things out from their vehicles. It didn't take long for Hitsugaya to take his stuff out of his electric blue 2001 Ford Mustang GT. Hinamori was a different story. She carried her whole life in her white 2004 Dodge Ram truck. Hitsugaya was nice enough to help her carry things up to the third floor. Without his help, Momo would have taken two hours just setting the boxes in front of the door.

"So, uh, which room do you want," Hitsugaya and Hinamori stood in the small kitchen.

"It doesn't matter with me," she responded.

They both stood there in silence. 'This is uncomfortable….'

"Then….," Hitsugaya looked around. Boxes and boxes filled most of the living room.

"How about we leave the biggest room alone," Momo interrupted. The two smaller ones are about the same size… if that's okay with you."

He nodded. He went over to 'his' boxes and opened one up. Toshiro quickly closed it and turned a deep shade of pink. "I'm sorry, I was pretty sure this was one of my boxes."

Momo took a good look at the box and remembered what she had in there. All her undergarments and skimpy clothing were in there. "Uhh… it's okay…." She quickly picked it up and took it to her room. 'How are we going to know which box is who's without looking in them?' "Oh, well, this was the only box like that. I have nothing to hide, so you may open the box if you need."

Toshiro shook his head, "Th-that's okay, I think my stuff is on this side of the living room." He took most of his boxes to his new room. He chose the room by the bathroom. Hinamori's room was across the bathroom and the other room was on the other side of the hallway. "Soo... eh... see you tomorrow."

"Sure," Hinamori couldn't find any else to say. It was so uncomfortable none of them were able to go to sleep right away

6:00 am: 'So warm... I never knew my bed could get so warm...' Momo's old baby habit was when she would rub her face in her pillow whenever she was comfortable or getting comfortable to go to sleep. She did so, but it didn't feel like her pillow. It was a lot harder and it smelled different... it smelled like--. The girl quickly sat up and looked down at a shirtless Hitsugaya.

Me Notes: So... whacha think? Weird dream, huh? Maybe I should stop watching late night soap operas. Then again... Please review!