My first IchiRuki fanfic!Sorry ,its a little hurried,but I'll definitely do better with the next chapter!Please review;reviews will decide if I can continue the story!

Note:a) Ono Airi is my OC and is the fukutaichou of the 12th division (she replaces Nemu,I suppose)
For all those who don't like OCs, don't worry,she doesn't figure much in the story (she's just Ishida's love interest in here-and she's kind of insane)

b)Yes,I really,really love Urahara Kisuke.

Matsumoto Rangiku was a lot of things. She was a slacker, she was a champion sake-drinker, she was a terrible singer. But not many knew about her unparalleled expertise on making half-baked plans destined for causing mayhem. However, it was not completely her fault; she was naturally incapable of letting things run their natural course and firmly believed that interfering in people's lives was a necessary evil and the only way to have real fun.
So on a random morning, on a random working day when she was randomly not doing the work she was supposed to be doing and was randomly wondering about what crisis to set in motion next, she just randomly stumbled across a very interesting revelation.

Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia had a very strange relationship.

Were they friends? Yes.

Were they best friends? Yes.

Were they JUST best friends? Um, no…definitely not.

Well then what were they exactly?
The posed question consumed her, so much that she did not even pout once when Hitsugaya-taichou came in and blew a fuse seeing all the untouched paperwork.

So it came that Rangiku decided to consult some experts (certain people whose names will not be revealed; but let's just call them Baldy, Pretty boy, Pervy tattoo and Emo blonde).After talking with them, it was unanimously decided that-

A) Kurosaki Ichigo loved Kuchiki Rukia but was too dense to realize it.

B) Kurosaki Ichigo was a very brave idiot; Kuchiki Byakuya was obviously going to try and shred him.

C) Kuchiki Rukia may be possibly beyond the feasible realm of oblivious.

And

D) Their situation was ridiculous, and now that Rangiku had made them think about it it was kind of pissing them off.

And hence it was settled that Matsumoto Rangiku would be allowed to utilize whatever means necessary to resolve this mess, and that she would be provided with whatever assistance she might need.

And also that joining forces with a terrible, genius mind was vital for the success of the operation.

Matsumoto would, therefore have to go to the living world.

The very secret meeting of a morally questionable nature took place in the receiving room of a certain dilapidated looking shop.

'Why not use Abarai-san?'

'Ah, well, that doesn't seem proper, see? ...his feelings are genuine too…'

There was a momentary silence, then the man's voice spoke again.

'That kid, Hanatarou…he'll be happy to…'

'Psch! That boy, he's too obvious. Using him would be worse than using Renji. Haven't you seen the way he looks at her?'

'Maa, maa ', there was the snap of a fan unfolding. 'This is going to be difficult if half of Seireitei is harboring feelings for the girl.'

'Stop exaggerating. And I told you, didn't I? I have the PERFECT candidate in mind; I just need you to lure him out to me.'

Sandy eyebrows rose lazily.

'LURE him out? '

The woman adjusted the pink scarf over her black shihakusho.

'Well…you know…he's not very, um, trusting of me. So you will have to bring him to me under some false pretence so I can force him into the plan. Think you can do that?'

A truly evil grin spread over the man's pale face.

'Please. Who do you think I am?'

'You want me to do WHAT?', Ishida Uryuu croaked out loudly.

'Jeez, must you be so noisy? And surely you heard me the first time?' , Matsumoto Rangiku had no patience for fools.

The boy blinked at the busty woman who sat so calmly in front of him saying fantastic things.

'I-are you insane?', It was a genuine question, and if Matsumoto was being honest, one which she had been asked before.

How had Ishida ended up in this crazy woman's clutches? The poor boy had just come over because Urahara-san (who was, needless to say, going to be found dead with a gleaming reishi-arrow stuck in his chest after Ishida was done here) had sent him urgent summons, claiming there was something wrong with Sado-kun that he needed to talk about.

Matsumoto crossed her arms in front of her as her foot tapped irritatedly against the wooden floor of the Urahara shoten. The time had come to abandon tact, not that she'd been utilizing it much anyway.

'What do you think of Kuchiki, Ishida?', she asked bluntly.

Ishida blanched.

'I-Kuchiki-san is one of my closest friends ', he pushed the glasses up his flaming face in an effort to maintain dignity.

The shinigami woman sighed.

'No. I mean, Kuchiki as a woman?...ah, forget it!', she flicked her hand dismissively when she saw his face don the 'you-are-asinine-and-I-am-terrified-of-you-right-now 'look.

'Look, if she's your friend, don't you want to help her be happy?'

'What does her happiness have to do with him?', he asked stubbornly.

'Aw, come on! You know what she is to him and he is to her…'

'Kurosaki is an idiot.'

'Don't waste time pointing out obvious stuff. Look, the boy is completely gone, okay? No hope for him. He thinks he's so good at hiding it all behind that scowl of his when Kuchiki's around but I've actually never met a more obvious loon.'

Ishida could find no argument to this. If someone was insulting Kurosaki, nothing in the world was going to make him disagree.

'Your 'plan' sucks though ', he finally managed.

Matsumoto's shoulders rode up her face.

'Why you-', she snarled, then quieted down quite suddenly and turned as if to leave.' Maa, if that's your final answer-'

'It is.'

'Then I guess cute little Airi-chan will have to deal with the disappointment.'

'W-wait!...what does…what does Airi-san have to do with this?'

The blonde woman paused to hide a smirk and turned around to face the Quincy again.

'Ara! How forgetful of me! Did I not mention that she was the one who recommended you for the job?'

The pale face flushed even more, in pleasure this time.

'She-she did?'

Matsumoto laughed, careful to keep wicked enjoyment out of it.

'Of course! Why would I make it up?...In fact, if I remember correctly, her exact words were, 'If anyone can be trusted to do this properly, its Uryuu-kun!''

The boy was burning now.

'Did she really?...I-but Airi-san really wants this to happen?'

'Oh yes!', the fukutaichou enthused.' She's their number 4 fan! She would be really really unhappy if this fell through, you know', she pouted.

There was a pause as the Quincy pushed his glasses up his nose and folded his arms in front of his chest.

'Well', he started. 'I guess it's a harmless enough thing…what exactly do I have to do?'

Matsumoto Rangiku smiled gloriously.

'Oh just some really itsy-bitsy stuff , really! Nothing too troublesome !', she crooned.