Momo tried to comprehend what the hell was going on. All she saw was fragments of this and that. To be precise it was a blonde Shinigami, a bottle, laughter and lots of noise. She got up, realising that it was a little late and climbed over a drunken Rangiku who was snoring loudly with Shuuhei lying on her chest. Momo didn't even realise that she had kicked Renji in the face. She only had one thought.

Paperwork, I'm so dead... Swaying gently from left then to right, she groped her way around the mazes of Sereitei wondering why on Soul Society did it take so long to get back to Gotei five. The night breezes blew at her gently, clearing her head a little.

I think I drank too much to be honest. It was Rangiku's treat though, oh no someone is going to be so angry with me... Momo saw a corner looming ahead of her.

This definitely looks familiar, maybe I'm not lost after all! As she turned dangerously, she smacked into something hard.

"Oops, sorry! I apologise for not looking where I'm going!" Momo slurred her words and clumsily bowed down to the rock wall she just smashed into. Unable to control her movements after bowing, she fell head over heels onto the floor.

"Oh dear me, did I just bump into you again?" this time she was patting the floor trying desperately to gain some sort of forgiveness.

"I think I've offended you a lot, sir. Would you like me to sing to you?" and so Momo sang, badly off-tune to the cold ground of Sereitei.

While Momo was singing with her heart's content to the stone floor, Toushirou's ears perked up as the drunken song reached him. His eyebrows crinkled angrily. I am going to kill Matsumoto when she comes back... Sighing, he stood up from behind his desk and walked out of his office, ready to give Rangiku a good smacking. Unknown to him, Rangiku was still sleeping soundly in the bar of Sereitei her arms absently caressing the side of Renji's face. The red-haired turned his head slightly so that Rangiku's hand was now sliding around his mouth, smiling comfortably.

"Oh dear, they do look messy don't they?" a worried Hanatarou said to Ise. Ise shrugged.

"Let's just hope no one else except us has seen this mess," Ise said softly and began moving the drunk fukutaichous from the bar.

"Help me revive them, Yamada-san. Oh and make sure that Matsumoto-san is not seen in this drunken state when she is returned to Gotei ten."

"Hai, Ise fukutaichou."

Toushirou quickened his speed the drunken song got louder. How drunk did you get, Matsumoto? I hope you haven't dragged anyone else into this- but his thoughts were cut off as he saw a sprawled Momo on the floor. He immediately rushed forwards. I am so definitely going to kill Matsumoto now.

"Hinamori. Are you OK?" Toushirou asked as he crouched next to Momo, who stopped singing as she heard Toushirou's voice.

"Ne... oh! Have you forgiven me? Did you like my singing, sir?" Momo pushed herself up shakily, still talking to the floor. Toushirou raised an eyebrow at Momo's strange behaviour.

"Hinamori, can you get up?" guessing the answer was a no, the young taichou of Gotei ten grasped Momo's right arm then slung the arm around his shoulders. Momo started thrashing then and to Toushirou's dismay, began shouting.

"Argh! The kind sir is offended! Gomenesai! I'll try and make it up to you-"

"Hinamori, you baka! Shut up! You'll attract attention!"

"Oh? You sound like a friend of mine! What's his name again? Oh yeah, the little cute taichou of Gotei ten with silver hair, Hitsugaya Toushirou! You must have seen him! He's so hard to miss even though he's small, quiet and shy," it took all of Toushirou's self control not to drop Momo and lash out at her. He tensed angrily instead but Momo, drunk as she was, was completely oblivious to Toushirou's sudden change in movement.

"Yes, yes! He's my cute little Shirou-chan! Sir, did you know that I had to babysit for him when he was younger and-" Toushirou clamped his hand on Momo's mouth. He was not going to have Sereitei muttering rumours about his childhood. Why do I always have to take care of these kind of situations? Toushirou thought grimly, carrying Momo through Sereitei, a hand to her mouth. Momo struggled to force the mouth off her. Although Toushirou could muffle out most of the din Momo was making, he couldn't stop her from making any noise at all.

A few walls away, two patrolling Shinigami suddenly stopped walking.

"Do you hear that?" one Shinigami said to his colleague. The other one nodded.

"Some form of training do you reckon?"

"At this time of night? Don't be daft. It's gotta be kidnap."

"In Sereitei? Give me a break, it's so obviously a lover's quarrel."

"Quarrel? Sounds more like some sort of seduction..." the two Shinigami went through all the possible situations that sprung to mind, each one getting worse and worse. It wasn't as bad as they thought, quite an innocent commotion compared to suggested ones the Shinigamis were coming up with.

Toushirou hurried towards Gotei ten. It was too late to go to Gotei five, just have to revive her at Gotei ten then get her up early tomorrow so that she could go back to Gotei five-

"AH! Let go of me! If you don't, I'm going get Shirou-chan to kill you! He's a scary kid you know, so don't underestimate him," Momo tried to shout louder but only received a tighter clamping from Toushirou. Her thrashes were getting more violent. Unable to control her, Toushirou grabbed Momo around the waist and hoisted her up on one shoulder. This is going to get nowhere unless I use Shunpo-

"EEK! SOMEBODY HELP! MY CHANCES OF BEING A VIRGIN IS AT STAKE! HELP ME!" Toushirou choked and threw an angry look at Momo who was now really red in the face.

"Shut up, Hinamori!" he hissed angrily at her then jumped up into the air, hurrying towards Gotei ten.

Rukia stared into the peaceful night sky. It's been a long time since I've had peace. Just a shame that I can't spend this lovely night with someone like-

"HELP!" Rukia jerked out of her contemplation and reached for her Zanpaktou. Jumping onto one of the roof walls, she observed silently readying to pounce on the victim's attacker. As the voice grew louder, Rukia' grip on her Zanpaktou tightened.

Rukia nearly fell off the roof. Just managing to clutch on to the edge of the roof, she clambered up, unable to believe what she just saw. Like a chain reaction, her thoughts started tumbling out. Hitsugaya Taichou carrying Hinamori-san to Gotei ten? What is he doing? He's too young to be doing such a thing! Does he even know what he's getting himself into? What if he hurts Hinamori? How did Hinamori fall into such a state in that she can't even strike back at Hitsugaya? OK maybe they're childhood friends but this is her- Oh in the name of Soul Society what shall I do-? Ah yes! Nii-sama! With that, Rukia took off into the night hoping she wasn't too late to save Hinamori's personal cleanliness...

Meanwhile in Gotei ten, Toushirou slipped into his living quarters quietly (as quietly as one could when they have a drunken howler on their shoulder). Laying Hinamori down on his bed, he slipped the covers up. Momo chucked the covers away still raving. Toushirou sighed impatiently and went into the back room where he got an alcohol-awakening potion. Seeing that her kidnapper had released her, Momo got onto all fours and tried to crawl out of the room, still swaying dangerously.

"Me get out, get out," she chanted quietly, deciding that yelling wasn't going to work. Toushirou's Shunpo allowed him to stop Momo in her tracks. Seeing her way blocked, Momo tried to turn around to find another exit. Taking no chances, Toushirou grabbed Momo's shoulders once again and forced her into sitting position, perhaps a little to hard because next second, he found Momo collapsing heavily into his chest. Toushirou blushed furiously.

"Hinamori, get up!" he ordered having quite forgotten how drunk she was. Momo didn't reply. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around Toushirou's neck and laid her head on his left shoulder. Transfixed, Toushirou didn't know what to do.

"Hmm, you smell nice... rather like Shirou-chan actually," she snuggled into his neck, breathing heavily as she fell into slumber. An awkward silence stretched out. Toushirou's heart raced painfully in his chest. All his senses were on high-alert. He was suddenly aware of how close he was to his childhood friend, the sweet smell of her hair, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest against his... Toushirou shook his head, trying to snap out of his trance.

Remembering with difficulty why she was here in the first place, Toushirou poured the potion down Momo's throat. She drank thirstily even though she was asleep. Crap, she's so drunk that even the potion can't awake her. At least she won't have a hang over tomorrow morning. Toushirou tried to push those few seconds of mixed emotions to the back of his mind. He didn't even want to start trying to unravel what his hormones were doing to him. Carrying Momo to his bed, Toushirou decided that if Rangiku was ever going to come back he'll be the first to slice her up into pieces.

As Momo settled down, Toushirou stood up and turned to go. This is one messy situation. I hope Matsumoto hasn't pulled anyone else into this sort of bind. Oblivious to the young taichou, the nightmare of Rangiku's 'party' was only starting...