It was just like Hiyori to demand take out but by no means ever volunteer to go get it herself and god forbid if she did go that she'd do so quietly, oh no that just wouldn't be fair. The ex-captain sighed as his half-pint pain in the ass had decided that if she had go to so did he and of course after a few good sandal slaps to the face he "happily" agreed.

"baka you don't even know the way, why should you lead?!" Shinji demanded. Hiyori scoffed as she landed a well placed kick to his shin. His scream seemed to startle many of the bystanders.

"you're the one that doesn't know anything! I know exactly where it is!"she retorted in her usual brash way. Dragging him by the tie she rushes off, the blond gasps for air as her merciless iron grip didn't budge loose.

"ack! Hiy- hiyori aghh I ca-can't ack I can't- bre-." He was cut short by a sudden halt in her movement and a punch to the face. "AHHHH!!"

"is it a right or left from the park?…" she pondered tapping her chin as her left foot squashed Shinji's face into the pavement.

"left…" he weakly replied only to receive another blow to the head. "ACCKKK!!!DAMN IT HIYORI!!"

"left aha! I knew it come to me eventually." She declared as she continued on her way before turning back and glancing at the ex-captain.

"oii what are you doin' just laying around we got food to pick up." She demanded. he sent her the most hateful glare he could muster; she brushed it off and followed the path she'd craved in her head.

"a monster…that's what she is…" he muttered to himself as he hurried to catch up to her only to find her attention had been taken by a flower cart. He couldn't quite make out what the young man manning the cart was saying all he saw was the flower vender give Hiyori a flower and instead of receiving a fist in the face or a kick to the crotch; he got a smile, a soft genuine smile. No amount of slaps, kicks, or sandals to the face could've added up the painful feeling in Shinji's chest. He clenched his fist.

"what the hell is wrong with me, it's a stupid flower it means absolutely nothing! Hiyori doesn't even like them… then why the f#k is she smiling at that guy-" he widened his eyes in realization, he was actually jealous no not just jealous infuriated at the sight of Hiyori smiling at another man. He felt his cheeks glow warm for a second before shaking his head.

"I think I've taken one to many kicks to the head." He voiced quickly denying the feelings that had just plagued him. He walked over to the cart and cleared his throat making himself known.

"oii I thought you were the one that said we had food to pick up?" he inquired trying to seem nonchalant about the situation.

"shut up! I was sidetracked for a second that's all!" Hiyori countered her face turning the color of her sweat suit, she felt like a kid caught stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar. She quickly hid the flower behind her back.

"oh hello are you her older brother?" the vender asked kindly, there seem no malice in the young man's voice but that didn't make Shinji's urge to punch him any smaller.

"Me related to that ugly dipshit he wishes!" Hiyori bitingly retorted.

"ditto." Shinji remarked. The vender laughed nervously.

"oh well uh I hope your mother comes home soon Miss." the vender voiced smiling. "you sure seem to miss her a lot." Before shinji could voice his confusion, Hiyori interrupted him with a loud shout.

"shut up! Lets go Shinji!" she demanded her face turning redder than a tomato as she grabbed shinji by the hand and rushed off.

"oii wait up! What did he mean by mother?!" Shinji questioned as she didn't seem to slow down, but her grasp on his hand didn't seem to falter either.

"warm…" she thought as she clasped his hand tighter running faster.

"hyori where the hell are we even going!!! The restaurant's that way!!" Shinji demanded. As if awakening from a trance she suddenly halted.

"finally geez I though you were going to leave me behind and take my arm-… Hiyori?" he stopped midsentence as her eyes were misted up while her lip quivered. That look …. Not that look, not the look he'd rip his own arm off if it meant he'd never see it again.

"he though I meant she was my mom… she kinda was…wasn't she? Like my mom right?"she mused with melancholy smile, her voice was softer than a whisper but reached his ears… some how the flower the vender had given her had spark some kind of memory of Captain Hikifune which she had voiced out loud. Now he really should punch that guy.

"yeah…she kinda was." He replied in a soft tone, she looked up him almost startle as if she hadn't realized she had spoken her thoughts out loud. She looked down at her own feet ashamed of her actions. He squatted down to be at eye level. She tried to hided the oncoming tears by turning away only to have Shinji grab her chin. He felt as if Aizen's zanapaktou had just ripped a hole in his heart as she gave him that sadden expression.

"don't give me that look… I loathe that look." He whispered, she wiped away her would-be tears and she slapped away his hand only to notice she was still holding his other one very tightly. She blushed bright red and let him go.

"baka! don't tell me what to do!! And I didn't give you any look! So shut up!" she shouted hitting him in the face, before she could engrave her other fist into his face, he caught it clasping it tightly.

"it's still there, I want it gone, I hate that look." He demanded in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. She tried to take back her hand but he wouldn't budge.

"let me go!! I said I don't know what you're talking about baldy so shut up!! Let go of me right now or I'll-." She froze as she felt him brush away the few tears she'd let escape, his finger brushed her cheek gently, she felt her face grow warm. "…Shin-shinji…stop it." she ordered weakly. He didn't oblige, instead he wrapped his other arm around her waist. "Th-there are pe-eople and …" she argued but her protests fell to death ears as he pulled her in closer, their faces less an inch apart.

"shinji I meant it… I don't- not here!" She demanded this time with a little more fire. He paused his lips hovering right over hers. He grunted in frustration as he pulled away to look her in the eye, she gave him a grateful gaze before regaining her trademark scowl.

"baka trying to do something like that in public!" she shouted slapping his face. "what the hell wrong with you!!" a pained scream followed her blow.

"Frickin' psychopath!" he cried.

"what was that!?! I outta rearrange that face of yours maybe then you won't be so ugly!!" she threatened kicking him the chest sending him flying.

"you crazy bitch you almost killed me!!" he shouted from the distance, she rolled her sleeves running towards the blond.

"oh I guess almost isn't good enough for ya!! That's fine with me!!" she retorted readying her sandal for the work out. As unorthodox as it was, this was her way of telling him she was going to be okay, that she was fine, that as along as he was by her side she'd be okay and after years of knowing her, he knew exactly what it meant. After kicking the crap outta of Shinji, they eventually went to restaurant and picked up their order, they were quite a sight a boy who looked like he need to be in the emergency room and a pigtailed little girl with scowl that could make your blood turn cold holding hands as they walked home.

"we ain't walkin' in like this are we?" Hiyori asked her face blushing brightly.

"you kidding with those guys we'd never hear the end of it." Shinji replied.

"it's not like it's a secret or anything." She remarked bitingly.

"yeah neither are Kensei and Mashiro but you don't seem them cuddling and doin' touchy-feely crap now do ya?" he countered. She let go of his hand.

"your right." She replied digging her hands into her pockets hoping it replace the warmth from his hand. "that isn't our style."

"oii we're not there yet!" he stated in annoyed voiced.

"so?" she demanded in confusion.

"well I want hold it until we get there." He replied. She rolled her eyes.

"forget it." she responded. "not in the mood." She watched him twitch in anger, a small smile graced her lips.

"geez first no kiss, now I can't even hold your hand!" he muttered under his breath, he looked over to her and notice her smile, it's just like the one she'd given the vender…no better, it was better than that one, this one was for him.

"hey what are you lookin' at with that goofy grin of yours?" she demanded regaining her usual expression.

"nothing." He replied smiling that evil grin of his that she hated and loved.

"idiot." She muttered. He just shook his head and ruffled her hair.

"You bastard!! I told ya not you do that!" she shouted kicking him ribs.

"f#K!!" he groaned as he dropped down. " sure know how to bring a man to his knees."

"yeah, yeah you'd better get up and bring that food with you or else Lisa gonna kill you, you know she hate cold chicken." Hiyori warned.

"Keh two women to boss me around and kick the crap outta aren't I just the luckiest?" he muttered sarcastically.

"got that right." Hiyori replied smirking evilly. "but it's better when I do it."

"I've fallen in love with a monkey demon…what have I done?" He thought as he couldn't help but nod in agreement.

for some reason a slap in the face from a normal girl meant she was angry or upset, a slap from Hiyori could range from "dumbass." to "take off your pants…now!" that was just the special thing about her, you couldn't read her at first glance.

"oii dumbass lets go!!" she demanded grabbing him by the hand, not ever willing to admit she like the feeling of his hand cradle her smaller one.

"alright! Alright!!" he replied following. There was never a dull moment with that girl, not a one.