Summary: As of late, Rangiku has been more and more depressed even though it's been four years since the defeat of Aizen's army. Ichigo has been reclusive of late since their is hardly any hollows to fight since the fall in Hueco Muendo four years ago and rarely finds anything exciting. Friends of both parties have tried everything to cheer them up and yet everythinmg failed. In a last attempt, they bring the two of them together and it's an instantious click. But will forces of the unknown threaten to tear the relationship apart?

A/N: I do not own Bleach! (Though I wish I did) The series and manga belong to the author/creator and the animators who brought it to its existance.

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Prolouge: Frozen Treat

"......." Storm grey eyes stared blankly up into the endless blue sky threw a paneless window. The sun was streaming down with not a cloud in the way to block it. Yet the eyes the color of the storm stared up as if it was an evil omen waiting to happen.

"Matsumoto, stop procrastinating and get back to work." The voice was sharp and egded with annoyance as green eyes glared at the occupant across the room.

"Hun? Oh, sorry taichou." Looking back down at the paper work before her, strawberry blonde hair gently caressing the table underneath it.

".... Ugh. What is your problem Rangiku? You been acting weird all week."

Looking over to the far side of the room, Rangiku stared blankly at her captain. "It's nothing taichou." Looking back down to the pappers that littered her desk, the tenth lieutenant continued the process of lowering the stack of papers on her desk.

"...." Sighing, the white haired captain arose from his seat. Fixing the papers scattered across his desk, he pushed in his chair and walked silently to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." Sliding open the door, he shunpo'd quickly from the office, the door silently sliding closed behind him.

"....." Parting her lips slightly, a very soft exhale could be heard if one was in the room. Looking back towards the window, those storm grey eyes now had emotion in them... sadness...


"ICHIGO!"

"Oof!" Catching his sister, the subsitute soul reaper smiled lightly. "Hi Yuzu."

"It's rare to find you smiling these days bro, you must be happy for some reason."

"Hmm?" Turning towards the stairs, Ichigo watched his now fifteen year old sister desecend the stairs. "Well now, still trying to act like a little boy I see." He taunted. "Don't you think that your boobs are a little big for that shirt? I can pratically see it rising up."

"PERV!" Blushing, Karin instantly sent a kick straight for Ichigo's mid-section.

Dodging it with ease, he grabbed a hoodie off of a near by chair and tossed it at her. "Calm down."

"Karin, your so implusive." Yuzu said as she rocked back and forth on her blue sandals.

"And you're too soft." Sliding on her hoodie, she zipped it up before looking back at her brother. "Write a note for goat face telling him we'll be back at eight k?"

"Bye Bro!" Yuzu was already out the open door and down the pathway.

Throwing up the piece sign, Karin left and closed the door behind her and locked it.

"That was my nickname." Smiling for only a bit more, it soon diminished. Sighing, the ninteen year old teen resigned to his room again. Closing the door silently behind him, Ichigo stands alone for a minute before going over to his weights. Lifting up the thirty pound dungbells with ease, he began to work on his bicepts and tricepts. Each curl made him think of the long dead past of hollow fighting. "... Nothing is ever the same these days...." His mind constantly wandered back to the old days when he could be called out to battle at an instant with not a moment to spare. Sighing, he focused again on working on his arms.


"What's wrong?"

"Nothing Hinamori."

"Toushirou..."

"That's Captain Hitsugaya to you." He chidede warmly at the fifth captain. Sitting next to his childhood friend, he stared at her a moment longer before turning towards the training grounds. "You really matured alot Momo... Four years ago you would've never had the strenght to do this."

She giggled in response, her hair falling in lose tendrells down her shoulders. "I agree." Quieting down, she held her cup gently in her hand. "But I realized that the past needs to stay in the past and not now."

"Agreed."

"Now on to your problem..." Momo turned towards him and smiled.

"Argh, troublesome... It's Matsumoto. She's been moping around lately and it's starting to get annoying."

"It can't be that..."

"I actually miss seeing her drunk."

Momo was sipping her tea when she heard that shocking comment. Spitting it out, she dropped the cup accidently, shattering it across the front steps. But that didn't even faze her at the slightest bit. Staring at Toushiro wide eyed, she closed them momentarily and ran a hair threw lose waves of brown. "Wow, that's..."

"Yea. It's that bad if I say that."

"Well it's soon to be four years since that day." She half opened her eyes and stared absent mindly at a spot on the ground.

Narrowing his eyes, the ice captain looked back up to the sun. "She'll never get over it."

"Her heart still hasn't mended fully."

"It never will either..."

Sighing, Momo arose from her spot on the porch and brushed invisible dust off of her. Looking over her shoulder at the other captain, she motioned him to get up.

Standing up, Toushirou towered slightly over Momo. "I never thought I see the day I have you looking up at me."

Punching him lightly in the arm, she smirked. "Don't get so cocky, I can still kick your ass."

"Oh really bed wetter Momo?"

"Sure SNOWY- chan."

"Baka!"

Smiling at Toushirou, she noticed the busty lieutenant walk by solemly. Watching her, she frowned. "She needs a man in her life."

Looking over, a eyebrow raised at the statement. "Say what?"

Waving her hand dismissly, she started walking to catch up with Rangiku. "You don't understand! Catch ya later!"

Watching Momo shunpo off, Toushirou shook his head. "I sense a whole load of un-nessicary drama coming...."


"Rangiku!"

Turning around, she saluted as she saw Momo land a foot away from her.

"Relax, I'm not stuck up like half the prudes here."

Smiling gently, Rangiku hugged the girl tight. "Nice to see someone without a pole shoved far up their ass."

"I know!" Sharing a laugh with the girl, Hinamori pulled back and stared at Rangiku. "Hmmmm, I see..."

Tilting her head to the side, Rangiku stood confused at what the younger was thinking. "Ummm...?"

"Were going to the human world to shop... Get your money ready and meet me at noon." Waving bye, Momo left a stunned Rangiku....


"Four hundred and eighty-one, four hundred and eighty-two, four hundred and eighty-..." The front door bell ringing broke Ichigo out of his trance. Grapping the towel off his chair, he made his way downstairs shirtless. "Coming!" Grumbling, he opened the door to see Orihime and the others.

"H-hey there Ichigo!" Orhime hid her blush miserably while Uryuu and Chad smiled.

"Hey Hime." Hugging the shy girl, he thought it was cute that he had a crush on her. In retrospect, he in return started to have feelings for the other but something was preventing it from being anything farther then a possible interest.

"Yo Ichigo, we were just about to go downtown and chill. Wanna come?" The Quincy stepped up and placed a hand on the nervous girl's shoulder. Uryuu knew beisdes the fact of Orihime wanting him to come that he needed some out time.

"Sure, come in and give me a few minutes to get ready." Stepping to the side, he allowed his friends to come in so he could close the door behind them. Leaving them in the living room, he darted upstairs quickly and rumaged threw his closet. "This'll do." Wiping himself down quickly with the towel to rid the sweat, he tossed on a wife beater and some black jeans. Grabbing a hoodie, he tossed that over the ensamble. Running out of his room, he jumped down the stairs and infront of his company.

"Nice." Commented Chad as he watched Ichigo land.

"Thanks, now lets go." Tying up his sneakers, he snatched the keys off the table and laid the written note ontop of the table before leaving the house.


Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Rangiku ignored the stares from the horny men and envious women she was receiving. It was not surprising since she was wearing a white V-neck tee showing off her well endowed chest and a denim wash mini skirt so short that even she blushed. To top it off, Momo stuck her in four in high heels which accuented more her full figure. "Were are we going?"

"Here!" Pulling Rangiku into the ice cream palour, the excited captain ordered two ice creams and handed one to Rangiku.

"Ok, I know your joking right?"

"You read me too well." Taking a lick of her ice cream, she followed the elder out of the shop. Walking back down the street, she adjusted the straps on her sky blue sundress."Just wait till later and you'll see why...."


"Ummm guys? I really need to get home."

"Relax and have fun Ichigo!"

"Yea! Come on!"

An annoyed sigh left the orange haired teen mouth. For one, it was near eleven thirty and he was stuck in a night club down near the waters with his oh so gracious friends who wanted to show him a good time. Secondly, half of their old high school was there also so he had to deal with Keigo always trying to bug him. Chad was conversating with the bouncers so that took him off the list to talk to. Uryuu was at the bar sweet talking all the girls so he was useless and he was stuck watching Orihime to make sure that she didn't get carried off by some random guy. Crossing his arms, he resigned to leaning against the wall when... "Is that Momo and... Rangiku?!"

"They look good enough to eat king... Hehehe."

'Oh lord, not him...' 'What do you want Hichigo?'

"Just here to offer my advice since anyday now it seems that I can take control of your very soul. It's no fun if you don't put up a fight."

'Your one to talk, just go away.'

"As you wish, but a word of advice... Go get her."


"Momo! Captain would KILL us... No, ME if he found out that I let you drag me here!"

"Oh relax! Chill out and have fun!" Momo had already changed out of her sundress into a more risque mini black dress and strappy sandals. Pulling the reluctant lieutenant with her, she looked around the room for some type of interest when... "HEY! Is that Ichigo?!"

Rangiku nearly slapped the brunette. Tugging her roughly, she dragged the shock captain to a near by area. Slamming her against a wall, she pointed a finger in her face. "Look you! You dragged me down here by false pretenses and your lucky I don't..."

"Rangiku?"

"Hmm?" Standing up, she looked over her shoulder to see Ichigo standing right there.


"This is so stupid." Ichigo muttered as he stood there for the next fifteen minutes watching Orihime dance with people on the floor.

Looking over at the orange haired shinigami, she extened her hand out to him. "Come dance."

Blinking in surprise, he walked over and grabbed her slender hand before being pulled into the mass of bodies.

Looking up at him, she smiled. "Welcome to the party."

"... Yea." Smiling back down lightly at the girl, he stood still for a bit before feeling Orihime poking him.

"Dance silly!" She emphasised by swaying her hips to the beat of the music.

Shaking his head, he turned his head to see Rangiku pulling Momo off somewere. "... I'll be right back ok? Chad and Uryuu are near by."

Nodding, Orihime wasn't even paying attention to the other. She was busy talking with Tatsuki and the others who she located over in one of the booths.


Walking over to the two unsuspecting soul reapers, he stood behind the two of them. Raising an eyebrow, he called out to the taller soul reaper. "Rangiku?" It was like slow motion from that point to him. 'Either I've must've drank something tanited or she looks really hot in the club lighting.'

Noticing that Ichigo was staring a hair breath longer then should be, she blushed and looked away. 'Wait, why am I blushing?' Turning back towards him, she waved her hand infront of his face. "Hellllooooo?"

Momo, now able to stand up, smirked and thanked Ichigo silently for the distraction. Sneaking off, she blended her way into the crowd.

"This is so not... Momo?" Turning back to where her capturer was supposed to be, she blinked once, twice before frowning. "That..."

"Want to dance?"

"What?" Turning back to Ichigo, she stared at him.

"Do you want to dance?" He was even shocked that he asked but even more shocked when she slid up to him.

Walking down to the dance floor, Rangiku was able to keep up easily with the fast pounding beat of the music blasting from the stero's .

Watching her, Ichigo slowly made his way to the dance floor. Enticed by the lieunant, he came up behind her and slowly started to dance with her.

Looking over her shoulders, she smirked seductivly as she spun in Ichigo's arms to face him. "Never knew you could dance."

"There's alot of things you don't know about me." He retorted smiling.

By now, most of the club watchers focused on the couple who seemed to be lost in their own world.

"I would like to get to know them then." She smiled.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, a slow song came on next. Moving slowly, he smiled when she laid her head on his chest.

'This feels nice.' Looking up, she locked eyes with the taller shinigami. Acting on the sudden impluse that came over her, she grabbed Ichigo by the collar and pulled him down. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to his.

Ichigo didn't expect or what had happened or what was happening now at the moment. 'Her lips... So soft.' Closing his eyes, he relaxed and returned the kiss back while holding the busty soul reaper to him closer.

As the club roared on into the late morning with music blasting out of the stero's and people still dancing on, a romance was blooming and unfolding its tale.