A/N: Ok so heres the next chapter, I'm going with the second fic idea thank you Haeye, Voluptuous, and Sally_po.

Side note: Voluptuous there will be lemons in later chapters, somehow I always end up writing one or two.

A/N:I do not own any characters or bleach they belong to kibu tito.


Matsumoto finally got her bearings back although she was always aware of the heat that was radiating from anywhere he was touching her. "It's nice to meet you too ma'am." She replied bowing before her, she wasn't sure if that was the custom here or not but it wouldn't hurt her case if it wasn't. She was Japanese after all.

"Are you ready for dinner mother? It should just be about ready." Why couldn't he let go of her already, she couldn't think straight with his hand resting on her hip like that. She couldn't think straight anytime he flashed that dazzling smile in her direction.

"I suppose, it is getting late. It's a shame your father couldn't be here. I think he would… oh that must be him." she paused briefly to fish out her cell phone from the small clutch she was carrying, "You two go on ahead of me, I know my way." She said as she answered the phone.

Gin nodded and almost bulldozed her out of there. When they were a safe distance out of earshot and sight Gin released her. "You are doing a shitty job. Pick it up." He said his voice laced with acid.

"I'm trying my best, ok? You aren't making it any easier by touching me." Let him take that whatever way he wanted to. She would never admit that her body was still on fire from that frivolous kiss.

"We are married, married people touch. What the fuck do you want from me?" he searched through his pockets and took out his wallet. "Here if it will get you acting straight you can hold on to it. Since money seems to be the only thing that motivates gold diggers." He forcefully grabbed her hand and dropped his thick leather wallet into it. She could see a neat row of bills peeking out of the top.

"Is everything ok?" His mother emerged from the sitting room a pensive look on her face. "Your father says hi by the way."

"No, nothing at all." Matsumoto answered for him quickly slipping his wallet into her skirt pocket. If his mother hadn't come out just when she had she would have flung it right back into his face. What a conceited, selfish jerk.

"I might be the only one but I'm starving, shall we?" he held out his hand for her and she took it squeezing it as tightly as she could. His mother followed behind them, no doubt she had her suspicions, but what did he expect her to do?

The table was spread with an array of delicious looking food, only then did she realize that she was starving too. She hadn't eaten anything but a small breakfast before heading out to the courtroom. If she was at home she would have dived in without a care in the world but there were two pairs of eyes on her constantly so she ate daintily and half of what she actually wanted.

"It seems like you are quite smitten with her." his mother said setting down her wine glass. "I wasn't sure if the two of you would hit it off. I'm glad." A genuine smile came to her lips.

Matsumoto smiled at her hoping it looked as genuine as her own, "It was love at first sight. Well on my part at least." Well it was something at first sight, he was unbelievably attractive her type down to the T. well at least his appearance was his attitude left much to be desired.

Gin almost chocked on his drink, his mother would know he was lying if he uttered the same words. She was definitely not his type. He didn't really have a type but he knew she wasn't it. He preferred a woman that was his equal. Not only in looks but attitude, financial standing and ambition. She seemed like the type of woman that allowed things to happen to her and for her, never going out and trying to accomplish anything for herself. And she was incredibly greedy.

"Well, a man can find other things about a woman that keeps him interested." He hoped that was some kind of answer that she would accept, he really didn't want to go into all the reasons he had supposedly fallen in love with her.

"Oh? And what other things would that include?" Matsumoto asked sending him an innocent look. He could have said her personality made up for her outward appearance or he thought she was beautiful even though she didn't fit conventional beauty standards.

He glared at her with what seemed like insurmountable hatred, she smiled back at him sweetly. She was not going to make this easy for him, after all she was just a money hungry gold digger.

Gin turned away from her, what kind of bullshit could he make up as an excuse? "Men are wired differently than women, it might take them longer to fall in emotional love but physical love is a lot easier."

What? Is he seriously trying to say that he likes her body– "I suppose." His mother said although she didn't sound convinced. Matsumoto wanted to call bullshit but she let it slide. It wasn't hurting her case she at least came up with a believable excuse.

The door opened and the cook walked in with a desert tray with an array of cakes, pies and other confections. The tension in the room seemed to lift instantly. "Oh these are my favorites." Matsumoto said picking up a mini pavlova. They were made perfectly crisp on the outside and soft in the center with just a hint of tartness.

There was relative silence as everyone ate desert and finished up supper. Matsumoto half wondered if this night constituted as a success or failure. His mother did say she was glad that they seemed to hit it off, but she could be just saying that to catch them off guard.

A phone rang and Gin pulled his from his pants pocket, "I'm sorry I have to take this." He apologized as he exited the room. Matsumoto poured herself another glass of wine and hoped he would return before his mother started drilling her. She could feel it hanging in the air, she didn't feel like answering any questions especially since she was sure she didn't know the answers.

"You did a very good job." His mother stated as their eyes met after briefly scanning her features "I could hardly recognize you."

"Excuse me?" had they met before? Not to her recollection she was very good with faces and she didn't look familiar at all.

"I know this is a big charade put on for my benefit. I suppose I made my appearance a little too soon." She sighed and shook her head lost in thought. "Maybe I'll wait a little bit longer before my next visit?"

"Have we met?" Matsumoto asked dumb founded. What exactly was going on here?

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me." Gin said taking his seat next to her, "it looks like I will have to leave tonight, there is a major emergency back at the office in Japan."

Good he would be out of her hair for two weeks and he was leaving tonight, the best news she had heard the whole day.

"What about your honeymoon?" his mother asked.

"Well, we have decided to take a trip after these negotiations. Right dear?" he turned to her his eyes almost pleading for her to do something right.

Might as well, with him gone she would have plenty of time to find out just what the hell was going on and what kind of game was being played on her. "Yea, I understand that this is important to his company. The Bahamas can wait for two weeks."

He smiled satisfied with her answer, his mother too seemed satisfied with that answer because she rose from her seat. "I should be going now anyways, give you guys a little private time with each other."

"It was very nice meeting you." Matsumoto said giving her a hug. She had a feeling that she was putting a show not only for his mother but for Gin also. Like they were playing her against each other.

Gin hugged her as well, "I'll show you out." he volunteered walking her out. Matsumoto was left watching their figures disappear down the long hall. Well at least that was over for now, and she wouldn't be back for a while so that was a good thing.

She made her way back to her room and got ready for bed. As she undressed she realized she was still in possession of Gin's wallet. She climbed into bed and decided to be a little nosey. There must have been over four grand in hundreds and ten different credit cards.

He had several pictures of his parents and what most likely were him and his brother when they were younger. Maybe she should lift just a few of the bills, he'd probably never notice anyways. Why was he carrying around such a large amount of cash anyways?

The door opened without a knock and Gin walked in his tie and jacket gone. He seemed preoccupied in his thoughts about something but came to his senses when he saw her. "Have you found what you were looking for?"

"Not quite, you would think a guy like you would have pictures of past conquest or something interesting." She set the wallet down on her night table and pulled the covers over her making a show of getting comfy.

"Whats the point? They are in the past." He answered with a shrug making his way over to where she lay. He took a seat next to her, "I won't say you did a great job but at least you got her off my tail for a few weeks. I'll have Kira bring you the money in the morning."

"Oh I almost forgot about that." Matsumoto replied yawning, it was very awkward with him this close to her. Like any moment he would roll on top of her and discover that she had breasts.

"That's hard to imagine." He grabbed his wallet and for a moment was poised silent there as if he wanted to say something else. But then the moment was gone and he strode out of the room without another word.


A week had passed and she had yet to learn anything about this bizarre situation she was in. She had planned on cornering Kira and making him spill the beans when he got there but apparently he was overly cautious and he dropped the wad of bills off while she was still sleeping.

Gin hadn't called, well she really hadn't expected him to while he was gone. She had taken all that free time to set about paying off her student loans and what she owed her parents. The back rent was next and the remainder of the lease on her little blue coupe was the last of it until next month. Then she would start saving for the 80k she owed him.

So here she was bored out of her mind, broke on top of that and loneliness was slowly creeping up on her. The house was massive yeah but that only emphasize how alone she was. There was never anything on TV and swimming in the pool was not an everyday thing for her.

She wanted to go somewhere, maybe go out to eat or go to the movies or even just window shop. Anything to clear this rut that she was in.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Uryū?" she wasn't sure if that is who it was. It had U. Ishida as the contact name. There wasn't any other U's in the list so it was worth a shot.

"Oh Mrs. Ichimaru, how can I help you?" he sounded alert and awake now.

"Rangiku or Matsumoto." She ground out, how many times would she have to clear that up? He was part of this whole fiasco so he should know how much of a lie it all was. "I need to go out. I can't stay cooped up in here forever."

"Well I don't know if that would be very wise. This is a new country for you, you don't know your way around-" Ishida started with the excuses.

"You do right? How about you be my tour guide? You owe me that much Ishida." Anything to get out of this little prison. If it meant spending a day with Ishida she could handle it.

"Well, I'm sort of busy today. It's my day off and I made plans. I'm sorry Matsumoto."

"Let me borrow a car then, I'll show myself around." She replied her frustration building. So what if she got lost? It's not like anyone would care.

"Mr. Ichimaru would have to approve of that. As his wife you can't just go gallivanting around town without any supervision. You are technically a princess you know, if anyone realized who you were the consequences could be dire."

"Blah – blah – blah. No one would think I'm anything special. I'm just a tourist here. Thanks for nothing, talk to you later." She hung up without waiting for him to respond. Well she would just walk then, she was in good shape she'd just pack a little lunch and be gone for a few hours.

An hour later she was ready for her little expedition. She was dressed in knee-high shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt with her hair pinned back out of her face. For good measure she swung her shoulder bag to the front as she usually seen tourist in Japan do. She was almost used to seeing this other woman looking back at her in the mirror. With Gin gone she usually went about the house without her bindings on, but now it wasn't as uncomfortable when she did wear them.

She decided to sneak out the back way just in case her paranoia was right and she was being watched. Well if she was being watched any way she snuck out would be recorded. But that wasn't the kind of logic she dealt with. To her surprise though the door she thought led to the back gardens led to the garage.

"Wow…" was all she could say. There had to be ten different cars in an array of beautiful colors all lined neatly against the large walls. They looked as if they had never been driven since the lot, mayhap that's probably how it went. Rich men seemed to love trophies, cars women they were all the same.

A sleek white convertible caught her eye and she hastily made her way over to it. Should she dare? What would it hurt if she sat in it for a few minutes? So she did, she climbed in buckled her seat belt and grasped the steering wheel as if she was driving down the southern countryside wind in her hair. She could almost imagine speeding down the streets in this.

But would this Matsumoto be in such a fancy car? She pulled down the vanity mirror and gasped as the keys fell into her lap. Now was when her conscience came into play, here was the keys to the car technically it was her car too since she was married to him. But it was a fake marriage and no doubt Gin would be furious if he knew she had even looked at it.

Well he wasn't here to tell her no, and as long as she didn't scratch it and got it back there in one piece it would be all good. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? Matsumoto smiled to herself as she slipped the key into the ignition and started her up.

Now how to get the garage door open? She searched the glove compartment and found a small controller with three buttons. She pressed the first two buttons which did nothing, the last one she pressed the large garage door at the end of the room slowly went up. She absently wondered what the other two buttons did. Oh well she would investigate that later.

Kami did the wind feel so good against her skin. It seemed like forever since she was this carefree and happy. It was funny how something as simple as driving down the street was so exhilarating. She could do a little shopping, she had forgotten about the credit card that she had found on her table the day she had first gotten there.

She wondered what kind of limit she had, even if it was a hundred dollars she would be ecstatic, she was very frugal, she could make that hundred seem like a thousand. She would have to call when she got to somewhere she could stop.

It was about ten minutes of not seeing another car before she finally came to a town. It was relatively small compared to her home city of Tokyo but it was packed with shops and restaurants. The streets were not busy at all, everyone seemed to be going at an easy pace. This was such a big change from what she was used to.

She stopped outside of a small coffee shop, this seemed like a good place for a tourist. She adjusted her glasses and fixed her hair, making sure she looked like any other woman that would be in a crowd. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed the number on the back of the card.

"Thank you for calling Mrs. Ichimaru, it would be my pleasure to help you today." A woman's voice immediately came on the line after she had inputted her card number.

"Um, hello, um this is a new card and I would just like to know what my limit is." Matsumoto had to bite her tongue not to say 'that's not my name'. She held her breath as she waited for the teller's response.

"There is no limit." The lady responded and Matsumoto didn't know if she was imagining that hint of laughter in her voice. What did that mean? Did that mean that there was no money or that she had infinite credit? Ugh why couldn't she be more specific?

"I'm sorry, this is my first credit card, what exactly does that mean?" well it's not like she'd ever be meeting this girl, so what if she was asking dumb questions?

"It means there is no limit Mrs. Ichimaru, you can charge as much as you would like. You have our Platinum Black card. "That was definitely laughter in that girl's voice. She must seem like a complete idiot to her. It wasn't her fault she really hadn't ever had a credit card especially not a Platinum Black card.

"Oh thank you very much."

"Thank you Mrs. Ichimaru, it was my pleasure serving you today. Have a wonderful day."

"Thank you, you as well." For a moment she held the phone to her ear long after the click sounded. This was unbelievable, she could get whatever she wanted. If she wanted she could rack up a shitload of charges and he would have to pay for it. But that's not the type of person she was, maybe that's what he was counting on.

Armed with the knowledge that she could get whatever she wanted Matsumoto locked up the sports car and strolled into the coffee shop with a confidence that she wasn't supposed to possess. This was way out of character, she shouldn't be drawing stares while walking in. she realized that a little late and frowned bowing her head and drawing her bag a bit closer to her. She took a vacant seat in the back and buried her head into a menu. Good going Matsumoto, she chided herself. Don't forget you are supposed to be timid and shy.

"What can I get you for?" a waitress said as she came by her table pen and paper in hand.

"Um, just a mocha coffee and do you have scones?"

The waitress looked at her as if had just watched her grow another head, "you aren't from around here are you?" she asked with a smile.

Matsumoto smiled back and shook her head, "that easy to tell huh?"

"We only serve tea here." She replied with a small giggle, "don't worry you aren't the first to make that mistake."

"Well I'll have a green tea then, thank you." The waitress jotted down her order and disappeared into the back.

"Is this seat taken?" for a moment Matsumoto was frozen in her seat, no way she was just imagining that voice. There was no way he could have found her all the way out here, wherever here was. "Ma'am?"

She turned slightly in her seat, her worse fears realized. Her mouth went dry and she couldn't muster up the energy to say anything. "Um… ahem… no, it's not." She finally got control of her lips.

He smiled easily at her and took the seat opposite her, "I couldn't help but notice you when you walked in." he was saying. Of course because she walked in like she owned the place, how foolish could she be? "Are you expecting someone?"

The only good thing it seemed was that he hadn't caught on to her, he didn't recognize her in this getup. What should she say? If she said yes no one would be showing up to take that seat and she would be a bald faced liar. But if she said no he would probably join her for the duration of her stay there. Well she would just drink her tea as quickly as she could then make her excuses and rush off.

What were the freakin odds that he would be here of all places?! "Um, no. I just stopped in to get a drink. It seemed really quaint and cozy."

"I'm glad you like it. I wanted it to have a homely feel to it, the ambiance and all." He was looking at her quizzically as if he was trying to map her face. His eyes dipped over the rest of her body, he was slowly undressing her but she couldn't tell what he was thinking. Before she could tell if a man was interested but now it was so hard to gauge.

"Oh you own it?" she asked self-consciously crossing her arms in front of her flat chest.

"Yes, one of many." He said with a charming smile that seemed to light up his face. The same charming smile that had mislead her the first time around, and gotten her into this mess.

"Here you go ma'am." Waitress came back and set her drink and small cookies in front of her. She felt a bit sick to her stomach now, she didn't even feel like eating but she forced a cookie into her mouth and sipped the tea to wash it down.'

"Wow, its so good." she commented when he looked at her for a reaction. "It has a calming taste to it."

"All the teas are sweetened with honey, which has natural soothing qualities." She could tell the moment he caught sight of her wedding band, "I've never seen you around here before, are you honeymooning?" his voice didn't change, his tone still smooth as silk.

"Um, no." she chuckled nervously, "I'm here alone." She fiddled with the ring, "it's a souvenir from a disastrous marriage."

"Oh? Why wear it then?" he asked his eyes still on the ring.

"It's too pretty not too. Plus it discourages guys from hitting on me." She said hoping that excuse would be a good enough one.

He laughed and once again she wasn't sure why. She hadn't thought what she said was particularly funny. "It doesn't seem to work." He said once he sobered a little.

"Oh, well you aren't hitting on me are you?" she asked with a small giggle although her mind and heart were racing out of control. Not again was the only thing she kept thinking to herself.

"Would it be so bad if I was?" he asked his hand sliding towards hers, he slipped his fingers through hers and held it for a brief moment. "There's just something about you."

Her phone rang at the best time. She quickly removed her hand from his and glanced at the phone. "I'm sorry I have to take this." She rose from her seat and walked off towards an un crowded section of the diner. "Hello?"

"Where the hell are you?" Gin said, she was taken aback by the muted anger she sensed in those few words.

"I went out." she answered glancing back to her now empty table.

"Don't you even think before you do anything?" he ground out, she could picture him pacing along the garage. He wasn't supposed to be home for another week, he probably discovered his prize car gone and was raging.

"I was bored. What did you expect?" she could get angry too. "I can't just sit there and rot."

"Bring your ass home right now." he was yelling now.

"There is no reason for you to be that angry." She replied, it's not like anything had happened to the car. What an asshole. "I'll come back when I feel like It." with that she hung up the phone. What a jerk, what happened to her space his space? She would do her thing and he would do his?

The moment she took her seat again he somehow hovered his way back to her. "Mr. Disastrous?" he asked taking a seat again in front of her.

"yeah." She replied with a huff. "He doesn't get it, I'm not interested."

He laughed, and for a few moments she didn't remember just who this was sitting with her, laughing with her. He had made her life a living hell for the past year and had promised it would it get a lot worse if she didn't pay up. But here he was laughing and flirting with her. Did she look that much different?

The waitress came and refilled her cup, and brought one for him too. They drank in silence for a moment and then he went off into a conversation about the tea shop and his other businesses around the globe. She already knew about his workings in Japan and what exactly he really did. She pretended like she was interested laughing and smiling with him even though she was deathly afraid that at any minute he would realize that it was her.

The door opened and the little chime sounded, on instinct she looked over in that direction then she froze. This time she really literally froze in her seat, her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't move. He was looking about the diner and then his eyes met hers and then he was heading towards her an angry scowl on his face.

She absently registered the other patrons of the room bowing as he passed by. When he was close enough to see that she wasn't alone his eyes went red with anger, if it was possible he seemed angrier than when he walked in.

"Gin, what are you doing here?" that's what she wanted to say, but that's not what came out. Nothing came out, just the breath that she was holding. He pulled out his wallet and dropped a few bills onto the table.

"That's not necessary Gin, it's on me." He said calmly rising from his seat. "What do I owe the pleasure of your visit your highness?"

"Shove it, Aizen." He replied grabbing her roughly by the arm.

It was then that Aizen seemed to connect the dots and realize what was happening, "Mr. Disastrous?" he asked with a small chuckle.

Matsumoto nodded dumbly, "in case you haven't noticed she's married, to me, so back off." Gin answered for her.

"Of, course Your Highness." He said with a mock bow and Matsumoto thought that Gin might punch him just then. That would serve him right, he deserved more than that if truth was to be told.

"Fuck you Aizen." He said and pulled her towards the exit. She could hear him laughing as they walked out. They walked right past his white convertible and he almost shoved her into the passenger's seat of a black sedan.

They were off in an instant speeding down the street back towards his large mansion. It seemed like they were driving forever before she got her bearings back. He knew Aizen? But how and what in the world was he doing there? How did he know where she was in the first place?

"How do you know…? How did you know where I was?" she asked into the silence wondering if he would even answer her. He was still angry, she could feel it and maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about it. He should have had her drive the convertible home, now it was just sitting in the parking lot. Kami only knows what would happen to such an expensive looking car that was seemingly abandoned.

"You set off the silent alarm when you left today. Why the fuck don't you listen?" he didn't even look at her but his words hit her like a ton of bricks. So that's what those other buttons do, now she knew.

"You know Aizen?" This was really what she wanted the answer to. Aizen turned into a totally different person when he had seen Gin, gone was the charming good natured man, replaced by the malicious and callous man she knew all too well.

"He's my brother. Stay away from him."