A/N: I'm back with the second chapter, I hope you enjoy it! I had a different idea about the story to make it more fun! Also more lemons and lime haha, not to mention kink-meme XD Enjoy! It has only been part proof read so sorry if there are mistake!

I don't own Bleach.

WARNINGS: Language, lemons, dirty humour, innuendo, lime, citrus, KINK (coming soon) basically adult stuff!

Chapter Two

Momo

Jūshirō sighed in relief as his tea break finally arrived. He smiled as he stood up, he hadn't seen Rukia all day and she was nowhere to be seen. Not that he was avoiding her, he just needed some time away from her to get his head straight. That, and he didn't want a repeat of Friday night, where his lust for her showed very clearly. He had even taken the day off on Saturday to help him recover and get his thoughts in order.

He went over to his cabinet, filing the recent report of a hollow extermination into the correct pouch. He stretched with a yawn, finally beginning to relax a little, if that was possible. He grabbed his coat as he pondered which tea he was going to buy at his favourite tea and coffee shop. However his thoughts of a relaxing mug of tea were interrupted as a small knock came from his door. He froze, what if it was Rukia? The knock sounded again, prompting him to regain his composure even though his heart was thudding and his legs felt like jelly.

"Come in," he replied, going back to his desk and sitting down, much to his annoyance, hopefully this wouldn't take long.

The door creaked open slowly, revealing a very timid, blushing Momo. He sighed in utter relief as he gestured her come inside a little more. She closed the door behind herself and scuttled to his desk.

"Vice Captain Hinamori," he greeted, "I wasn't expecting any packages or paperwork from squad five today. Has something happened?"

"Oh, no," Momo squeaked, secretly tugging at her Shihakusho sleeves in her nervousness.

"Then how can I help you?" he asked, puzzled and desperately needing some tea.

"Well…I…you…um," she stuttered, trying to find the words to say and failing badly.

"Yes?" he prompted, frustrating creeping into his voice now.

"Oh, well…a few days ago…you er, gave Rukia some advice," Momo replied, "And she said how…k-kind you were and how much you care and t-that…you give really good advice."

Jūshirō froze; Rukia had said that about him? "I'm not that good at giving advice, but I wanted to make sure she is ok, she is a valuable member of my squad."

Momo nodded, plucking up the courage to ask, "Please, Captain, can you help me too?"

"Help you?" Jūshirō coughed, shock taking hold of him.

"Yes," she asked, "I really need help right now, and you're good at helping people."

"Miss Hinamori," Jūshirō started tried to say.

"It's Momo," she replied, her cheeks bright red and her eyes beginning to puff up from tears, "Please, you're the only one who can help me."

"Miss Hinam- Momo," he said, the term not sounding at all right to him, it was too personal, he hardly knew her, "I'm sorry, I would like to help but I'm not qualified to give anyone advice, I gave Rukia advice because I know her quite well and we are all worried about her. You should see Captain Unohana; she knows a lot more about giving advice than me, especially if it is girl problems."

"It's not girl problems," Momo assured, a tear beginning to creep now, prompting Jūshirō to pass the tissues once more, he was running out of them fast, "It's just I know you can relate to this, you've been around a while and you know how to handle stuff like this."

"So, you've come here to tell me I'm old, basically?" Jūshirō said with a laugh.

"NO, no, no, of course not," Momo said loudly, shaking her hands seriously, not at all seeing the joke.

"Relax," Jūshirō assured, "It was a light-hearted joke."

Momo allowed herself a small smile, "Will you help me?"

Jūshirō sighed, rubbing his forehead, "You're the second girl I've had in my office in a short space of time; people will start talking soon."

"Please," she begged, "I really need help."

Jūshirō couldn't help but give in, her large cute eyes sparkling with tears and her face red from embarrassment, he couldn't help but notice how cute she looked staring at him, her long eyelashes sweeping up and down as she blinked.

"Ok, ok," he gave in, earning a smile from her small face, "But, seeing as I was heading out when you came in, I m still going out and you're coming with me to discuss this. I'm dying for a mug of tea."

"Ok," Momo agreed, suddenly looking down in embarrassment, she hadn't been out to a coffee shop with a man in a long time, the last time she went was on a small date with a guy in the academy that didn't lead anywhere.

She stood up as Jūshirō grabbed his coat, walking outside and waiting for him patiently. She watched as he locked the main office door and placed the key in his sleeve before turning to her and walking to her side.

"Shall we go?" he asked gently.

Momo nodded meekly, wringing her hands nervously. What if someone saw them together? What would they think? She looked around anxiously, scanning the area for hiding women from the club or young teenagers from the academy, desperate for gossip on the famous Gotei Thirteen Captains. She sighed, if people saw them, then they were seen and there was nothing she could do about it.

Almost sensing her embarrassment, he tried to ease the tension and gave a light laugh at her neurotic behaviour. She looked up at him, her face ridden with shame that was poorly masked with an awkward smile. This only made him chuckle more.

"Don't be so worried, Miss Hinamori," he assured her, "The streets are pretty quiet this time of day and these back alleys aren't exactly the most used paths in the whole of Seireitei."

She nodded again, "What if someone sees us?" He voice was quiet and soft.

"What if someone does?" he asked her own question, "It's not like we're doing anything suspicious or suggestive. And if anyone asks you about it, you only have to tell them that you were discussing paperwork proposals."

Unconvinced, she shook her head a little, keeping her face down and hidden from anyone passing. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground, following in his footsteps so as to not walk into anything. Her head shot up however as she heard a pair of girls giggle as they passed, looking at her blushing face before laughing even more.

"Don't worry, Miss Hinamori," he assured her, "We're here now."

She moved to stand beside him, looking up to find a quaint coffee shop in front of her. There were a few other shops down the street, a small clothes boutique and a general food store, but nothing too major. He was right, not many people do visit here to often. She followed him into the shop, hearing the bell ring as the door opened and closed. The strong scent of coffee beans hit her immediately as they walked further in. She gazed around, it seemed fairly popular and it had its fair share of couples, families and lone lawyers pouring over courts cases on the tables. They shuffled past several people leaving before standing in the small queue by the main counter.

"What kind of drinks do they sell here?" Momo asked quietly, trying to draw as little attention to herself as possible.

"They have really good stuff here," he replied, "That's why I always come here, they do the best herbal teas this side of the Seireitei."

"Oh, I see," she replied, peering up at the chalkboard, which displayed all the different drinks that the shop sold, "They have a lot."

"Yeah, it's good to have variety," he agreed.

Momo nodded, feeling anxious as it was now their turn to be served. She quickly pulled put her purse from her sleeve, but Jūshirō put his arm out in front of her, stopping her.

"It's ok, I got it," he said with a smile, "It wouldn't be right if I dragged you and made you pay for a drink you weren't originally going to get." He emphasized the 'and', stressing his point.

"Oh," Momo said, putting her purse back in her sleeve, "That's very kind of you, Captain Ukitake, thank you very much."

She looked down, hiding her blushing face and her small smile. She hadn't felt this happy in a while, and Jūshirō being so nice to her, gave her that warm fuzzy feeling she used to get whilst being around captain Aizen when he was still her captain.

"Well, well," the man behind the counter said to Jūshirō, "It's been a long, long time since I've seen you with a girl, captain Ukitake! How long have you been seeing her then?"

Momo's face shot up, bright red as he shook her head from side to side comically, only causing the two men to chuckle.

"We're not seeing each other," Jūshirō explained, "I brought her here for a friendly chat."

"I've heard that one before," the man continued, "Especially from captain Kyoraku, and right before I catch wind of some rumor or another regarding the very girl he 'wasn't seeing'."

"That's Shunsui for you," he laughed with the man, "Momo, this is Kenjiro, an old friend of mine. He owns the store."

"That's right," he carried on, "I'm actually older than Jūshirō, and he's knocking on a bit."

"Nothing wrong with having life experience," Jūshirō defended.

"True," Kenjiro agreed, "Anyway, are you in the mood for something different or are you gonna take the usual?"

"Uh, I'm not sure," he said, looking at the board before turning to Momo, calling her by her first name to try and put her at ease, "What do you want, Momo?"

"Um, please may I get a h-h-hot ch-ch…" she stuttered, blushing at having her first name being called, despite her telling him to do that in the first place.

"Hot chocolate?" Kenjiro cut her off, saving her embarrassment slightly. She nodded, also agreeing to marshmallows and cream.

"She's cute," Kenjiro said in a small voice towards Jūshirō, "You're a lucky guy."

"But we're not even…" he started.

"One hot chocolate with the works," he called to his employees, cutting him off, "Decided yet?"

Jūshirō sighed, giving in to the older man. He smiled though, Kenjiro reminded him of his own late father, and it was nice to have him there, as a friend and mentor sometimes when he own life got rough. He, along with Shunsui and Retsu were the only people to know Jūshirō since being young and know his deepest secrets.

"Yeah, I'll guess I'll have the usual," he decided, taking out his wallet.

"Don't worry about it," Kenjiro treated, "It's on the house, seeing as you brought a girlfriend with you."

"That's very generous," Jūshirō exclaimed, not bothering to correct the 'girlfriend' point, "Are you sure?"

"Of course," the man smiled, looking from Jūshirō to Momo, who was now eyeing up the tasty looking cakes in the display cabinet, "You can have a cake on the house too, if you like!"

"Really?" Momo's eyes lit up as she rushed to the cabinet, practically drooling all over the glass, "Thank you! Thank you! I'll have that one!"

She pointed to a slice of strawberry cake. The cake was a sweet sponge with white icing and buttercream and decorated with whole strawberries on the top, her favourite.

"Your welcome!" Kenjiro said before turning to Jūshirō, "I don't think anyone is in the downstairs room, if you need a more quiet place to talk."

"Oh," Jūshirō said, remembering his favourite quiet room was downstairs, "That would be helpful, thanks."

"No problem," the man said, "We'll bring them down when they're ready."

Jūshirō thanked him again before leading Momo downstairs into the quieter room. She smiled; it was warm due to the traditional fire and comfy sofas and chairs looked inviting. She looked around, there was only them, and the idea made her blush, she was glad that no one could see her alone with him.

"Please sit down," Jūshirō suggested as he felt her uneasy atmosphere. He placed his coat on the back of the chair before he sat down in front of the fire, taking in the warmth that he needed to keep his illness at bay. He sighed inwardly, he was glad he was having his checkup tomorrow, he hadn't had one in a few months and he definitely needed some different medication. The pills he was currently taking were too strong; the night at the bar had shown that.

Momo too sat down now, watching as Jūshirō looked into the fire and thought. She frowned, either he was a pyromaniac, or he was suffering from his illness quite badly this winter. Her features softened as she guessed it was the latter, he was such a nice man, and he didn't deserve this illness.

"So," he suddenly said, making her jump, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh," Momo started, temporarily forgetting the real reason she had wanted to see him, "It's about A-Aizen."

Jūshirō stiffened at the name, knowing this talk can't be too good. He smiled lightly nonetheless trying to keep her at ease. This was either to do with the rebellion and Aizen's subsequent sentence in prison or the rumor that he had once heard along the grape vine, that Momo was in love with him.

"What about Aizen…do you want to discuss?" Jūshirō put carefully.

"Well," Momo started, already feeling tears start to form, "It's just that I…I…um…it's that…"

There was a knock at the door, stopping her stutter and giving her time to compose herself. The intruder opened the door to the warm room, carrying a tray with their orders. Jūshirō got up, walking to the man and taking the tray from him after giving him a tip and thanking him. He then walked back to the seats before putting the tray on the small table and taking his steaming cup of herbal tea. He smiled as Momo's eyes lit up at the large glass mug of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows and chocolate pieces. She picked it up hastily, taking a sip and even covering her nose and upper lip in cream because it was so tasty. She sighed in happiness as she set it back down; relieved she finally had a hot drink. She frowned as Jūshirō chucked at her, prompting her to touch her nose and pull off some of the cream.

Her face turned bright red, making her pull her head right down and grab a tissue from her sleeve. She wiped it all of quickly, listening as Jūshirō still laughed at her.

"You don't have to be so embarrassed," Jūshirō said, suppressing his laugh now, "It's kinda cute."

Momo's face went even redder at the compliment, she had only been called cute openly a few times but out of all of them, this time felt genuine and sweet. This time it felt like the compliment mattered.

"So what problem are you having?" He continued, putting down his tea.

"Oh, well…" she tried again, "I'm…sorry…this is difficult…"

"It's ok," Jūshirō reassured her, "I have time so please take as long as you need."

Momo nodded and waited for a few minutes, trying to from a comprehendible sentence in her head before finally telling him.

"It's just that," she started, "When Aizen was my c-captain, he was…so kind to me…a-and I trusted him…I was…"

"In love with him?" Jūshirō supplemented, making her look up quickly and nearly burst into tears. He inwardly groaned, not only did he guess correctly and make her upset, but also he had not a single ounce of experience in dealing with girls in this situation. "Have you spoken to Captain Unohana?" He asked carefully.

She shook her head as a few tears escaped, prompting him to continue and hoping she would see professional advice, "You should go and see her, she's actually qualified for counseling and she probably has more experience dealing with this sort of thing."

Momo shook her head again, her words coming out as a muffled sob, "But you gave R-R-Rukia good advice and now she is h-happier, I was h-hoping you could help me t-too."

Jūshirō faltered for a moment, he was happy that Rukia was feeling better but he would have preferred it if she hadn't told the whole of the Women's Association.

"To be honest, Miss Hinamori," he tried to put gently, "Since Rukia is in my squad, I know her slightly better and I can keep an eye on her to check she is ok. Also, her problems are different from yours and I knew how to handle her a little better…"

"O-k…" Momo said, defeated and ashamed, "I'd best be going…and s-see help with captain U-Unohana…"

"Ok, ok," Jūshirō now gave in, defeated, seeing how sad and disappointed she looked, "But please don't tell anyone because Ret-I mean captain Unohana would kill me for stealing her job."

Momo gave a small laugh before blushing furiously as she remembered what Retsu had told them last time they had gone out to a club together. She kept her head down, unable to look at him as she recalled Retsu's words about them having a one-night stand and how many women he subsequently had.

Jūshirō frowned, why was she blushing now? He shook his head, not understanding girls at all. This is perhaps why he ended up going from relationship to relationship, all of them failing miserably because he was too old, or the illness got in the way or she wasn't right for him etc. He watched as she slowly sipped her drink and slowly turned her usual colour. He continued to frown as he thought of what could have possibly set her off. All he did was mention Retsu and she blushed furiously. Maybe she bats for the other side…but then how was she in love with Aizen? Maybe she sits on the fence? He shook his head; maybe it was better left unknown.

"So, carry on," he encouraged now finishing his tea and putting it back down.

"Thank you, I know you shouldn't have to help me, so thank you," she started, her face finally turning a normal colour, "I just…don't know how to m-move on. I can't get over these feelings or memories of him…"

"Ah," Jūshirō said, finally understanding, "Well in that sense it's kinda like a break-up. The person is no longer there, but you still have the old feelings and memories you once shared. Even though you didn't date him."

Momo nodded, glad that he was getting the picture, "But I don't know how to carry on, I haven't been through a break-up before and I don't know how to sort myself out."

"Ok," Jūshirō continued, having lots of break-up experience, "I'm going to tell you what I told Rukia, but I told her this for a different reason than you. You need to find something you enjoy doing, what are your hobbies?"

"My hobbies?" She asked as she finally picked up the strawberry cake and took a bite, smiling happily at how good it tasted.

"Cake, obviously," Jūshirō laughed lightly.

"Yeah," Momo replied, "I like cake and I like baking them too. I kinda like reading and hanging out with my friends and dancing and films…"

"That's good," Jūshirō interjected, "There is the huge library, and you have the Women's Association and I'm sure there are dance classes at the weekend and film clubs you can join. Have you tried any of these out?"

Momo shook her head before taking another bite, "I'm too shy to sign up for these things because I am bad at dancing and singing and stuff."

"I'm sure that's not true," he said genuinely, "If you're too shy to physically sign up, I can go with you and watch you sign up, if it will help."

"Really?" she asked, feeling a little more confident, "I'm not sure what activities and clubs there are."

"We can go and find out," he agreed, "Also, we can take a trip to the library after this and go see if there are any good books that have been newly published. I would quite like to look myself."

"That would be nice," she said with a warm smile as she polished off her cake and sat back into the comfy sofa, now full of sweet food and drink. She inwardly sighed in happiness, no wonder Rukia had talked about him so much, he was so kind and giving, she was surprised he was still single. He was kind to her like Aizen was, but his kindness was genuine and not forced. She had heard he was kind, but she had never thought that he was this kind. He was funny too and even good looking.

Momo sat up suddenly…did she just think that? She looked down, shaking her head of all thoughts, however they suddenly came flooding back. Good looking? She thought he was good looking? She quickly looked back down; blushing so hard she made a tomato look pale. She shook her head hard, causing Jūshirō to laugh at her again; she sure was cute when she was embarrassed.

"You're part of the Women's club, aren't you?" he asked as he placed both mugs and her empty plate back on the tray, ready to be cleared.

"Yes," she managed to reply in a quiet voice, still keeping her face down.

"Apparently they have weekly activities," he continued, "You should attend, they could be fun."

Momo nodded, knowing the kind of activities they usually held, ones containing getting off with other members of the soul society and holding drunken parties until the early hours of the morning. She sighed, that just wasn't her and she hardly ever attended their gatherings and the only reason she attended the last one was because Rukia had finally been allowed to go.

"Oh, wow," Jūshirō exclaimed, peering at his watch and examining the time, "The time really flew, I should really be getting back to the squad."

Momo nodded, a little disheartened that she had to leave the warm shop and his company. She had also hoped that he would go and help her sort out activities, but she understood that since he was a captain, he must be busy.

"But before I get back, how about we go to the library?" he asked, "You said you liked reading, right?"

"Yes," she replied, her mood picking back up again, excitedly, "That would be nice, thank you."

"Ok, let's go," he said, getting up and taking his coat off his chair and putting it on. Momo jumped up quickly, startled by his sudden actions and straightened and tightened her Shihakusho before checking her hair. She watched as Jūshirō pushed his chair under his table and led them out of the shop.

xxxxxxx

The two soul reapers swiped their library cards, one after the other, before walking into the old, spacious library. Jūshirō inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of ancient books that lined the walls.

"Don't you just love the smell of an old book?" Jūshirō asked, turning around to see Momo with an awe-struck face.

"I like that smell too!" She smiled, taking a peer at the section nearest to them, "It's gotten even bigger hasn't it? The library?"

"I believe it has," he agreed, making note of the extra floor and ten new sections of books, "What kind of books do you like to read?"

"Um I like fantasy books," Momo replied with a little blush as she looked around and walked even further into the jungle of books, "You know, fantasy with suspense and romance and…"

"Ah, I see," Jūshirō cut her off with a laugh, "You like the cutesy couple stuff in the stories!"

"Y…yeah…" Momo replied quietly, rubbing the back of her neck with embarrassment.

"I think the fiction section is over that way," he said, pointing to a section near the back of the library.

Momo nodded as she headed over that way, Jūshirō tagging behind her with a smile. She walked through the many rows of books, pulling out ones at random and glancing at them before stuffing them back in. She looked up, seeing Jūshirō look through neighboring section before turning her attention back to the book she had picked up. She read the blurb before putting it back, not taken by the story's plot. After a further five minutes she had managed to pick up a thick novel, which hit every one of her criteria for a good read. Satisfied with her choice, she walked into the last part of the row, briefly sweeping over them in case she saw something else. As she was about to find Jūshirō and take the novel out, a thin book, which had been crammed amongst some thicker ones, grabbed her attention.

The spine was bright pink with black writing and the style seemed appealing. She reached down, pulling it from the shelf with a tug. She turned the book so she could see the cover, gasping lightly as she did so. She immediately thrust the book back onto the shelf, composing herself and keeping her hand over her now thumping heart. She looked down at her feet, focusing on the floor to calm hers shocked self, down. However as she regained composure, she found herself looking back at the book more and more. She shook her head, forcing herself to look at another book, only to find however, that her hands were already reaching towards it. She grabbed it quickly, and feeling like a teenager again, she poured over the book, her face conveying shock and fascination.

"Pleasure in Paris?" she questioned under her breath as she read the title, almost refusing to believe the cheesy title. Her eyes swept over the cover, scouring over every detail of the picture, a bed with red sheets, croissants and a glass of orange juice on the bedside table, a picture of the Eiffel Tower on the blurred back wall of the room and a man and a woman making love across the bed. She quickly flipped the book over, reading the blurb intently before turning it back over so the front faced up once more.

"Doesn't that belong in the e-erotic section?" Jūshirō said from behind her, suppressing a laugh. His voice made her jump, prompting her to shove the book back on the shelf and scuttle back down to the other end of the row. She was about to run off to another section, ashamed that he had caught her looking at an erotic novel when he stopped her.

"I heard they're good books, you know," he called after her, stopping her in her tracks, "Captain Kyōrakū said that Miss Ise often has them up her sleeve for when she has a coffee break. She told him that they are quite a good read, I'm not sure about this particular one, but the whole series should be in the erotica section."

"I-I-I'm not into e-erotica," she stuttered quickly, shaking her hands from side to side hastily, "I picked it up and didn't know what it was, so I looked at it briefly to see."

"Yes, yes," he brushed off quickly with a chuckle, "I'll leave it right here, so you know where it is, should you take it out."

"I don't want to read it!" she said loudly, earning herself a shrill 'shhhh' gesture from the librarians at the desk.

"Ok, there's no shame in it, but anyway," he continued with a quiet laugh, "I have just received a hell butterfly, and a captains meeting has been scheduled immediately, would you mind if we re-scheduled this to another day?"

"Yes, of course," she replied, suddenly feeling that her breath had been take from her. He had sort have invited her on another 'date' or outing, at least she hadn't bored him to death for these past few hours.

"Great," he concluded, "Thank you for this afternoon, I was really nice. And remember keep cheerful and don't think about...him…and go and sign up for some things, go out with your club members and read some…books…but if you stop showing up at your squad for work, you know you're reading too much!"

He grabbed the book before grabbing her wrist, prompting her to blush bright red and look down at the floor. She felt him pop the book in her hand before letting go.

"I don't read erotica!" she practically yelled after him as he headed towards the exit to the library, waving his hand at her. She received another shush from the librarians and some bad looks from them as she waved back.

"See you," he said across the library, causing the librarian to slam down the new books she was putting into the system and wrapping in sticky-back-plastic, in anger.

"Captain Ukitake and Vice-Captain Hinamori! If you can't keep your voices down, please take your shenanigans elsewhere! This is a library, not a playground!"

"Sorry," Jūshirō said sheepishly, suppressing a laugh as he scooted out the door and to his meeting. Meanwhile, from behind the bookshelves, Momo too was suppressing an outburst of laughter.

xxxxxxx

Momo patted down the dress before pulling on her leggings and slipping on her flat shoes, ready for the sudden drinks night the girls had arranged for the evening. She looked over at the two books she had taken out, deciding to see just how good that erotica book was. She had hoped to start reading it, but the sudden text from her friends had stumped her, and seeing as she promised Jūshirō to go out and live her life, as it were, she said yes to them. She left her room in her barracks, locking her door behind her before popping her keys in her clutch bag and leaving her barracks to go to the local bar.

xxxxxxx

"So, Momo," Rangiku started, stirring the pitcher of cocktails that she was sharing with Nanao with the two straws, "I saw you earlier, with a certain man."

"What?" Momo suddenly sat upright, her face going red for the umpteenth time that day, "What are you talking about?"

"You know what I mean," Rangiku teased, leaning over the desk a little more, "I saw you, walking from a coffee shop with him and then going into the library. Oh yes, Momo, I saw you giggling in the library with him!"

"I didn't"! She argued, "I didn't do anything with anyone!"

"I saw you!" she squeaked, "I even have pictures of you on your date with Captain Ukitake!"

"Huh?" Rukia sat up, looking at Momo now, "What do you mean you went on a date with him?"

Rukia and Momo looked directly at each other, and Rukia couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. She had no idea why but the feeling began to spread throughout her, why should be jealous Momo? It wasn't like she fancied him and he is fair game, seeing as he is single. But then, she did feel jealous and he is really handsome after all, and he looked amazing in shirts and jeans…

"It wasn't really a date," Momo continued, breaking her from her thoughts, "We just kinda went out as captain and subordinate."

"You mean a date," Nanao teased.

"No, no, no!" She argued, "Besides, he likes Rukia!"

"What?" Rukia nearly shouted, also going red, "No he doesn't!"

"Well he was looking at Rukia intently last time we went out, but then, he was getting pretty friendly with Momo," Rangiku pointed out.

"It's purely platonic," Retsu interjected, "He's a friendly guy and he often does this with his own squad members."

"Jealous, Retsu?" Nanao asked.

"No, I…"

"Sorry I'm late," Orrihime said loudly, rushing to the table, her ample breasts bobbing up and down as she ran.

"Did you lock up the barracks?" Retsu asked.

"Yes, I finished filing the training cards and locked up the office and barracks," she replied, "It's why I'm late, it took longer than I thought it would."

"Thank you," Retsu thanked her.

"Oh yeah," Kiyone said suddenly, "I heard you had taken an internship with the fourth squad, was today your first day?"

"Yeah," Orrihime said, sitting down next to Momo, "I can learn a lot here, and taking an internship means I can stay in the Soul Society for a long period of time, and even work here."

"She learns quickly, I have to say," Isane agreed, having taught her about Soul Society medicine for a few hours earlier, "And will make a good healer."

Orrihime blushed a little before getting up to buy a drink.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Yoruichi said, rushing over to the table, I had to pick something up that I wasn't planning on doing. She squeezed into the booth next to Rangiku, putting down several shopping bags and unbuttoning her coat.

"What did you pick up?" Nemu asked quietly.

"Well, that's a problem I have," Yoruichi broke the news to them, "I was walking through the mall in the living world one day and I was approached by this girl handing out prize draw leaflets when I bought some hand cream from a beauty counter, so I entered and left my living world phone number and a few weeks later they called saying I had won. I went to pick them up while I was shopping there."

"You're so lucky," Nanao moaned, "You can jump from the soul society to the living world straight away, I hardly ever go there."

"Me too," Retsu agreed, "I get Hanatarō from my squad to bring me back stuff whenever he goes! But, what did you win?"

"Well," Yoruichi started, "I won tickets."

"What kind of tickets?" Rukia asked, suddenly getting excited.

"Yeah? What tickets?" Nemu asked, ever her voice conveying some excitement.

"Tickets to an all expenses paid weekend at the best spa in Tokyo…" Yoruichi revealed.

Every woman apart from Yoruichi screamed in excitement, even Orrihime who had now joined the table.

"I heard about that," Orrihime input, calming the screaming woman somewhat, "I saw an advert on the TV the other day, the presenter gave the viewers a tour and their weekend package included, luxury rooms, water beds, three swimming pools, hot tubs and rooms to steam and open your pours. They have a Japanese salt steam room, a Turkish room, a Mint smelling room, and they're all mega hot and they make your skin so soft and clean. Not only that, but they give you all over body massages over the weekend, manicures, pedicures, facials, meditation rooms, aromatherapy, mud baths and everything you can think of! You can even go to their hairdresser and get your hair cut and dyed in the same package! They said the package was worth over $1000 so, like 80,000 yen! You're so lucky!"

The girls screamed once more, all congratulating Yoruichi but all feeling a little jealous that she got all the pampering.

"There is one problem," Yoruichi said, feeling a little down, "They have to be used by the end of next month and I was given two tickets not one."

"Oh," Nemu said quickly, "Who are you going to give the other one to?"

"I'm not sure," Yoruichi revealed, "I love you all and I can't pick or choose one over the other. I can't take Kisuke, seeing as it's a woman's spa break, so I'm at a crossroads over what to do."

All of them the women now held disheartened faces, it was unfair to pick, seeing at they were all her friends equally but they all wanted to go.

"I know," Rangiku screeched after a few minutes of silence, "We'll have a competition for the extra ticket. But then…it would be fun if you joined the competition, Yoruichi, but since you already have a ticket, we can all put in ¥12,000 to a pot and the one who wins get's the extra ticket and the one who comes second gets the money. That way, Yoruichi has nothing to lose, and we all have a chance at winning either the money or the ticket. If we lose the ticket, then we'll still have a chance at winning the money."

"Fine," Nanao agreed, "I'm in."

"It is a good way to give everyone a fair chance of winning," Yoruichi agreed, "And if I win, the money will come in handy…I'm in."

"I'll do it," Rukia also agreed.

"Me too," Momo interjected.

"And me," Retsu said, leaning forward and drinking her cocktail.

"Us as well," Isane decided, speaking for both her and her sister.

"Ok," Rangiku decided, "Nemu? Orrihime? Soi Fon? What about you?"

They all nodded, agreeing to the competition, all of them desperate for both the ticket and the money, without knowing the details of the competition.

"We'll have to tell the president of the club, but I'm sure she won't mind as she's too young to go to the spa anyway and also will be too young for the competition so it won't matter to her, I'll buy her some sweets to cheer her up," Rangiku pointed out.

"I'll tell her," Nanao agreed, "And as the vice president I allow the motion for a completion for the ticket to take place. I'll take the money at the next meeting in a few days and keep it in our safe, seeing as giving it to Yachiru to look after would only lead to her buying sweets with it."

"Ok, we'll do it," Yoruichi concluded, "What competition will we have?"

"Um, I'm not sure," Rangiku said sheepishly, "I'll think of one."

The girls nodded, taking sips from their drinks and engaging in exciting small talk when it dawned on her. Rangiku looked from Momo to Rukia and back again, seeing how both had a small cute smile and blush.

"I had a thought," she said, cutting through all the talk, "I know what competition we can have."

"What?" Nanao asked.

"Well, with this one, Momo and Rukia have a head start," she started, causing Momo and Rukia to look at each other, confused, "The woman who gets the furthest with Captain Ukitake and manages to provide evidence to all of us here, wins the ticket."

"WHAT?" Nanao yelled, as well as all of the other women who yelled less than polite words.

"What the fuck more like!" Yoruichi cried out, along with Nemu and Rukia.

"What's the problem girls? He's single, good looking, kind, fairly rich, and I heard from Kira that's he's pretty buff!" She argued.

"I don't want to get with him," Nanao pointed out, "I kind of like someone already."

"But you may not even have to do much, even if you go on one proper date and get a picture, that may make you win if no one else goes further than that," Rangiku disputed. Nanao was about to argue but she found that it wouldn't be so bad if they only had to date or even have a brief kiss with him.

"Seeing as I already have his virginity," Retsu suddenly said, "Doesn't that make me win by default?"

"Oh no," Rangiku said, wagging her finger from side to side, "That was millennia ago, you'll have to start from scratch like the rest of us."

"I too have know him for many years, Retsu," Yoruichi highlighted, "He might go for his childhood friend, me, as the one to date."

"No he won't, you're on," Retsu argued across the table, frowning at Yoruichi's wide cat-like grin.

"Anyone else?" Rangiku asked, looking around at the girls who couldn't decide what to do.

"Fine," Rukia agreed, believing that since she was in his squad, he would go on a date with her.

"Me too," Momo agreed, looking directly at Rukia, desperate to beat her in this. Momo looked to the floor though, she was Rukia's friend and she was being like this towards her? Spiteful, competitive, mean? She wanted the ticket, but part of her wanted that date, she had enjoyed today and she wanted another nice day with him, and part of her didn't want Rukia to have that date, she wanted it. She looked up with a small smile, determined to win.

Eventually, Nemu, Soi Fon, Kiyone, Isane, Orrihime and even Nanao agreed to join, all sure that none of them would be brave enough to go very far with him, even for a ticket.

A/N: Please Review!

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy it, i will update asap! Hope you all had a merry Christmas and a happy New Year, I had an amazing time with my boyfriend this Christmas! Until next time ^^...