This is the beginning of a new, ten-chaptered, series of oneshots. Each one will be a pairing that I support, and each oneshot will be inspired by a random song. Most of these will be AU, like this one.

So, let's start with my personal favorite; Mizuiro x Tatsuki.

She was the leader of the rebellion, he was a young man who made his money by whoring himself out to older women. They had nothing in common. They shouldn't have been drawn to each other.

But they were. They were. For some odd reason, they were drawn to each other.

It all started one day when she tapped him on the arm to request directions. She didn't expect the incredibly charming smile that was present on his face when he turned to face her. "Do you… do you know the way to the Seireitei?" she asked. His smile dimmed.

"Just down the road a bit," he said. "Take a right after about thirty minutes."

His voice sounded like he didn't care, but he watched her walk away until she was out of sight.

And at the next 'top-secret' meeting of the resistance, he was there. He sent her a charming smile as he dropped five silver pieces in the donation basket. "I didn't catch your name last time we met," he said.

"Tatsuki," she said, her gaze flicking from his donation to his deep, dark gray eyes.

"Tatsuki." For some strange reason, it gave her chills when he said her name. "I'm Mizuiro."

Somehow, she managed to keep her tone even when she replied with, "Nice to see another rebel."

"Of course."

The first battle didn't go so well. In fact, it went positively horrible. Tatsuki, great rebellion leader, had been captured. She was held in a small pen, lit by a few torches, guarded by two men.

After twelve escape attempts – the bald guard was strong – Tatsuki had given up. She sat on the ground, legs crossed, waiting for her fate.

"Tatsuki!" A voice hissed. She whipped her head to face where the noise had come from. Mizuiro's face could be seen, illuminated by the torches.

"Mizuiro… what are you doing here?" Tatsuki asked, keeping her voice low in case the guards woke up and decided to check things out.

He gave her an awkward half-smile. "Just… a part-time job. Do you want to get out of here?"

"How? I've tried escaping a dozen times!" Tatsuki whisper-yelled.

"Follow me. Wait…" Before she could say anything, he reached over and messed up her hair, pulled down one shoulder of her shirt, and took both of her hands.

"What are you…" she trailed off.

"Tatsuki, you need to act light-headed and ditzy," he said, eyes boring into hers. She nodded.

"Done," she said. His serious expression vanished and he grinned at her, pulling her under the fence and out into the open.

"This was escape attempt number three," she muttered. Mizuiro looked at her thoughtfully for a few moments, then pulled her into a random building.

"We need to make you unrecognizable. Just disguising you as one of my… anyway, you're wearing pants. I'm sure there's a dress in here somewhere…" After a bit of searching, Mizuiro handed her a servant's dress. She clutched it in both hands, unsure of what to do next. "So? Get dressed."

"But, you're here."

"I've seen a girl naked before." Tatsuki wasn't quite sure why she didn't hit him, but maybe it was the blunt tone in his voice. She hid herself as well as she could behind some boxes, changing as quickly as she could. She stepped back into Mizuiro's view.

He pursed his lips. "Let's see…" he muttered. He re-mussed her hair, tore part of her dress, and stepped back to admire his work. "There."

They did escape that night. They ran far away, near the border to the desolate, desert country of Hueco Mundo. From near the capital of Soul Society to the border of Hueco Mundo. It was a nice life, Tatsuki supposed. But she was restless. She didn't think Asano could take care of the rebellion by himself.

She brought up the idea to go back while they were sitting around one day, doing nothing. Mizuiro looked at her. "If that's what you think is the right thing to do," he said. Usually, his willingness to agree with what she wanted to do annoyed her, but this time she was grateful he wasn't going to argue with her.

Just as Tatsuki had expected, Keigo Asano was terrible at leading the rebellion. They were in the middle of a battle when she showed up, and they were losing badly. It was just against some stupid guards, too. She sighed and entered the fray, knocking out the few guards in mere minutes.

"Tatsuki!" Keigo said. "You're back!"

Mizuiro came into view, brushing his hair out of his eyes. It had grown longer; both of theirs had. Keigo had chopped his shorter than it had been, though. It made him look older. "Hello, Mr. Asano."

"Who's that?" Keigo asked. Tatsuki rolled her eyes.

"Mizuiro," she said.

Though she hated to admit it, it was mostly Mizuiro's charisma that saved the rebellion. He charmed so many people into joining that she soon lost count. It was because of the young man's charms that, at the final battle, Tatsuki thought that they might actually win this thing.

After what seemed like hours of fighting, they had won. Mizuiro ran towards her, managing not to trip over the multiple unconscious-or-dead bodies. "Tatsuki!" he said, beaming. "We won!"

She nodded, eyes widening when he kissed her. He'd kissed her. She stood there, stunned, for a few minutes, and then pulled away. She punched him in the face. "Kojima, I hate public displays of affection," she said.

He looked up at her from his newly acquired position on the ground, giving her a weak smile. "Preference noted."