Yuki : Toushirou, do the disclaimer.

Toushirou : No .

Yuki : I said do it .

Toushirou : I said no .

Yuki : Is that so ? Momo !

Momo : Yes ?

Yuki : Toushirou doesn't wanna do the disclaimer !

Momo : Shirou-chan, do the disclaimer !

Toushirou : - Sighs - I said no .

Momo : Aw, please ? - Shows puppy eyes -

Toushirou : Argh, fine ! Yuki doesn't own anything !

Yuki : Gimme 5 !

Momo : - Hi 5 -

Toushirou : - Grumbles -

Chapter 1
By emeraldheels

"Is Hinamori fukutaichou in?" asked a voice, outside the 5th division.

Momo looked up from her paperwork, "Yes."

A shinigami appeared from the sliding doors. He walked towards Momo, after closing the doors, and bowed at her.

"Yamamoto soutaichou wants to see you, now," said the shinigami.

Momo threw the shinigami a confused look, then shrugged. "Sure," said Momo as she stood up, and shunpoed her way to the 1st division.

"Yamamoto soutaichou, you were looking for me?" asked Momo, after bowing at the old man in front of her.

"Yes, Hinamori fukutaichou. I have something to tell you," replied Yamamoto, "I hope this isn't too surprising, but, I have decided for you to marry Izuru fukutaichou, in a few weeks' time."

Momo's eyes widened in shock, and stared at the old man. He merely stared back at her.

"But Yamamoto soutaichou, I can't possibly-"

"Silence, Hinamori fukutaichou. I've made myself very clear, and you will marry him."

Momo stood there, her feet rooted to the ground. She closed her eyes, "If that's what you wish, Yamamoto soutaichou." She bowed at him, and left the 1st division.

She slid the doors to her division open, and gasped when she saw Toushirou sitting on the couch, with his eyes closed.

"Shirou-chan!" Momo stared at him, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you regarding something, when one of your division's shinigami told me that you went to see Yamamoto soutaichou," He opened his eyes and looked at her, "So I decided to wait for you here. And its Hitsugaya taichou, bed-wetter Momo."

"Shirou-chan! I don't wet the bed anymore!" retorted Momo with a pout.

Toushirou smiled, she was always so cute when she's pouting. He stood up from the couch, when it struck him. "By the way, why did Yamamoto taichou wanted to see you?"

"Oh," She said, turning away from him, "Nothing much."

Toushirou could sense that something was not right, so he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him. "What's wrong?"

"Shirou-chan, nothing's-"

"Momo." He closed his eyes.

"Really, shirou-chan. Nothing's -"

"Momo, He glared at her. "I asked you what's wrong."

She paused for a while, and whispered, "Yamamoto soutaichou wants me to marry Kira-kun, in a few weeks' time."

His grip on her shoulders loosened. He felt his world crashing – Momo was going to marry Kira!

The room temperature dropped drastically, and Toushirou was not moving.

"Sh-Shirou-chan?" asked Momo, looking into his eyes.

"And what did you tell him?" Toushirou answered her with a question, his eyes closed.

"I-I agreed."

Toushirou's eyes widened, "WHAT?! YOU AGREED?!"

The room was freezing by now, and Momo was already shivering. Toushirou, though, was hot. Very hot. He was so furious he could burst anytime.

"Sh-Shirou chan, I'm very c-cold," said Momo, her lips turning pale.

Toushirou then took a deep breath, and the temperature rose back.

"Momo," asked Toushirou, trying to stay as calm as possible, "Why didn't you do anything?"

"I did! But Yamamoto soutaichou wouldn't listen to a thing I say," said Momo, looking down at the ground.

That old man – he was so going to get it from him, thought Toushirou.

"So, what are you planning to do now?"

Momo looked up for a moment, then looked down again. "I'll m-marry Kira."

Toushirou's grip on her tightened - too tight to be exact- and brought her to face him, "Momo! Marriage isn't child's play!"

"Sh-Shirou chan… I-It hurts…" replied Momo, her eyes watering.

Toushirou ignored her and shouted, "You decided to marry Kira, just because that old man told you to?!"

"Then what else could I do! I don't have any choice!" screamed Momo, tears rolling down her cheeks. She was crying so hard that Toushirou's grip on her loosened again, and he felt a stab of guilt pierce through him. He felt like punching himself – he made Momo cry!

"Momo…" He brought his hand to wipe away her tears, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you…"

Momo's sobbing started to quiet down, "I'm sorry for shouting at you too, Shirou chan."

"No, I'm the one who has to be sorry. You did nothing wrong," His hand was caressing her face now. "Momo, I want you to answer my question truthfully."

Momo nodded.

"D-Do you want to marry Kira?"

"I-" She paused - and sighed, "I don't know…"

Toushirou closed his eyes, and opened it again, "Think, Momo."

Momo looked away for a moment, "No."

"Then you have to fight for your right, Momo."

"H-How?"

Toushirou sighed. "Tell that old man that you don't want to marry Kira."

"I told you – he won't listen to anything I say!"

Toushirou didn't reply for a period of time, everything was silent.

"Then I'll tell him for you," he finally said, and shunpoed off to the 1st division.

"Sh-Shirou chan!" Momo shouted. Too late – he was already gone.

"Yamamoto…" He mumbled through gritted teeth as he reached the 1st division.

Signing off,
emeraldheels .