Authors' Note:

Hello everyone, we're back, and we actually wrote another chapter! Wow.

Yay!

Actually I quite enjoyed writing this. It was funny.

Chapter one was fun too, though.

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And another chapter which you will hopefully enjoy!

*Sigh* I wanted to do today's quote of the day, but Neko-chan won't let me :(

We don't have any time. So without further ado, let's start Chapter Two!

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Chapter Two: Bingo!


The world was at his feet . . . literally. He ruled it; unhindered by those stupid glasses, without that even more stupid fringe . . . life would be good, he would be great, powerful, with the Hougyouku at his side . . .

"Aizen Taichou? Are you ready now?"

Aizen slammed his palm down hurriedly over his bored doodle of a chibi version of himself without glasses and a fringe standing on top of the world and looked sideways at Momo. He quickly turned his expression into one that didn't look like he was plotting world-domination (why would he be doing that?) and smiled at his Lieutenant.

"Of course, Hinamori-kun. Whenever you're ready."

"Good," Momo shuffled the papers in front of her on the desk they were sitting at, looking absurdly proud. She nodded towards a somehow extra grumpy white-haired tenth squad captain who was standing moodily by the door, arms crossed firmly. "If you could do the honours, Shiro-chan?"

With an enormous sigh, muttering something indistinguishable under his breath, Hitsugaya turned and opened the door. A blast of loud excited chatter spilled into the room. Aizen briefly glimpsed a mass of shinigami crowding around the door before Hitsugaya had grabbed the nearest one by their black robes and pulled them into the room, slamming the door shut after them.

"There," he growled, slouching against the wall.

Momo beamed. "Thank you, Shiro-chan!" Aizen could have sworn he heard Hitsugaya muttering something about 'Hitsugaya Taichou' but he was drowned out by Matsumoto Fuku-Taichou leaping up from where she'd been thrown onto the floor.

"Aw, Taichou, that wasn't very nice," she pouted, brushing imaginary dust off her robes. "You shouldn't manhandle your devoted Lieutenant like that. Think of all the hard work I do for you . . ."

Hitsugaya snorted. "Because grumbling about paperwork that you never get round to doing and staying up late and hosting sake parties whilst I'm out is really 'hard work'."

"You're just jealous, Taichou," Matsumoto poked him cheekily. "Just because you're not old enough to buy sake . . ." Hitsugaya threw her a look that would have set off an avalanche.

"Ahem," Momo coughed pointedly. Matsumoto looked over.

"Oh yes," she strode away from her captain towards the centre of the room. "Taichou, stop sidetracking me. This could be the turning point of my career."

Hitsugaya stared after her as she struck an 'auditioning' pose in front of the Judge's desk.

"You are a shinigami, Matsumoto," he informed her slowly. "The turning point of your career would be actually doing your paperwork."

Matsumoto frowned, striking her 'disagreeing' pose. "But Taichou, paperwork is bad for your health. It gives you worry lines."

Momo's smile was slightly forced. "I think we're getting completely sidetracked here, Rangiku-san, Shiro-chan."

"Of course, Hinamori-kun," Matsumoto turned back to an 'attentive' pose. "My sincerest apologies. Taichou, you should apologise too. You're wasting valuable time."

Hitsugaya spluttered.

"Anyway," Momo said brightly. "Now we're all sorted, shall we begin?"

"Yes!" Matsumoto put on her best 'experienced acting' pose.

"Okay, so have you learnt the whole monologue?"

"Of course! Shall I begin?"

Momo smiled. "When you're ready."

Vaguely, Aizen wondered why he was in the auditioning room. Momo was managing everything fine on her own.

Matsumoto battered her eyelashes. "Do I need to do an accent too?"

"No, it's okay, just concentrate on your acting." Momo shook her head.

Matsumoto grinned. "Okay!"

She struck her 'angsty-teenager-named-Bella' pose.

"Of three things I was absolutely positive. First," she paused, dramatically. "Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him – and I didn't know how potent that part might be – that thirsted for my blood. And third," she smiled blissfully. "I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."

Momo clapped. "That was great, Rangiku-san!"

Aizen nodded. "Very good." He scribbled some random scribbles on the paper in front of him to make it look like he was actually making notes. "Now, for the set scene?"

"Okay, I'm ready," Rangiku smiled.

"Shiro-chan? Could you call in a male candidate please?" Momo asked.

A few seconds later, Hitsugaya was dragging Gin into the room.

"Gin!" Matsumoto cried in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Quite the surprise, ne, Ran-chan?" Gin came to stand next to her.

"When you're ready," Momo nodded. Matsumoto smiled, and turned away from Gin slightly, putting on her 'angsty-teenager-about-to-challenge-a-creepy-vampire-boy' pose. Gin put on his 'vampire' pose, which luckily didn't change his appearance at all. He was creepy enough already.

Aizen decided that Gin made quite a good vampire.

Into the tense silence, Matsumoto spoke.

"How old are you?"

Gin tried to look serious. "Seventeen."

"How long have you been seventeen?"

Gin decided that it was a fine point to let his trademark smile spread wider across his features. It was a slightly creepy response after all.

"A while," he said with relish. Robert Pattinson didn't give this vampire-guy enough creepiness. Vampires needed creepiness like they needed blood.

Matsumoto put on her 'creeped-out' pose. "I know what you are."

Gin stepped closer to her and bent down to whisper into her ear, one hand caressing the back of her neck. "Say it. Out loud."

Matsumoto didn't need to act 'creeped-out' anymore. Gin's acting was just too . . . creepy. She took a deep breath.

"Vampire."

Gin straightened up with a huge grin, clapping his hands eagerly. "Bingo!"

In the corner, Hitsugaya roared with laughter. Aizen reflected as he stifled a chuckle of his own, that it was the first time he'd heard the ice-cold captain laugh. Hmm, ice-cold. Maybe he would make a good vampire.

Then again, Gin was so much more entertaining.

Momo, however, did not look impressed.

"You can't mutilate the script!" she said, scandalised.

Gin put on as puppy-eyed a look as he could without opening his eyes. "Aw, I wasn't mutilating it. I was . . ." he looked at Matsumoto for inspiration where she had collapsed, giggling in a chair, ". . . improving it."

Momo tutted. "Improvements or no, Ichimaru Taichou, you didn't follow the script. That may or may not be in your favour when we come to decide on the cast."

Aizen decided that it was time to stick up for his sidekick. If Gin was in this play-thing then life would be a lot more bearable.

"But this proves how good he is at improvisation," he pointed out.

Momo threw him a look as if he'd betrayed her. Aizen hid a sigh. She'd always seemed to have a sort of vendetta against the third squad captain for some reason. He couldn't fathom why.

Matsumoto, recovered from her hysterical fit now, addressed the Judges. "So, what did you think?"

Momo smiled at her. "Your acting was fantastic Rangiku-san. I will certainly be considering you for a major role."

Rangiku grinned. "Thank you, Hinamori-kun! Come on, Gin, let's go." She pulled Gin towards the door.

"Oh, is it over now? I quite like acting this vampire-guy," Aizen heard Gin say as the door shut behind them.

Momo shook her head in disgust. "He has no respect for a masterpiece," she sighed, then gestured towards a more amused Hitsugaya. "Next, please, Shiro-chan."