Hey y'all! It's me again! Thanks go to you all those who reviewed the prologue and gave me ideas. Don't stop! Your reviews made my day! However, I have to say first that all the poetry (if they can be called poetry at all) in this chapter are created by me and thus may (and probably will) suck majorly. So please be kind and reviews are always appreciated! Flames would be used to toast marshmallows! (Sorry... Just had to do that after reading "Thirty Kisses: Hitsugaya and Hinamori" by Imaginator. Go read it! It's really amazing!)

I didn't realize I disabled anonymous reviews! It is enabled now~

Also, as a side note, the contents of the videos would be described in the normal narrative fashion. So, it would be like a separate short story. The start and end of each clip are marked by a horizontal line, and Hitsugaya's reactions would be described before and after each clip (or sometimes, clips). Also, the surnames come before the first names in this story, so please tell me if I mixed them up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did, my name would be Kubo Tite.

The lights in the room instantly turned off, and the words "Confession for Dummies - by Matsumoto Rangiku and Ichimaru Gin" instantly flashed onto the screen. Then, the familiar voice of a certain strawberry blonde shinigami in the 10th Division boomed out, "The first session is all about poetry. How to read, how to write, how to handle, and most importantly, deciding whether or not to use it at all! Now, enjoy the videos!" Then, the words faded out and were replaced by two figures, each in one side of a room. One with wavy hair was sprawled out in a chair, and the other one who wore glasses was walking further in while carrying a large book.

As the camera began to focus, it was realized that the two figures were inside the Eighth Division Captain's Office, and the one sprawled out in the chair was recognized to be none other than the alcoholic captain of the Eighth Division, Shunsui Kyoraku. The other, of course, was his faithful lieutenant, Nanao Ise.

Hitsugaya could never figure out why such an efficient, serious lady could stand working together with a captain like that. Sure, he was powerful, but he was lazy, an alcoholic, and usually does none of his work. Hell, he's like a male version of Matsumoto. Hitsugaya shuddered at the thought of Shunsui's head attatched to Matsumoto's body and pulled his full attention back to the screen.

As the lieutenant approached the desk, the captain said, "Hey! Nanao-chan! I just wrote a poem for you!" Without waiting for an answer, he proceeded,

"You're my moonlight, you're my sunshine,
Will you be mine?
My love, my lovely Nanao-chan,
You're my most favourite wine!"

WHAM! The thick, huge book Nanao was holding connected with the captain's head. And again, and again. "Never." WHAM! "Ever!" WHAM! "Put me and alcohol together in one sentence!" Then, smashing the book onto the table, the lieutenant turned on her heels, and began to strut out of the room.

"I meant every word in it." said the captain, bringing his lieutenant to a sudden halt. "Say… Would you like to come to the 10th Division's party this Friday night? Rangiku-chan holds great parties you know." The lieutenant prepared to instinctively brush it off as another drunken remark, but then, her nose picked up something…

"He did not reek of alcohol when I smacked him with the book."

Her eyes widened in realization as a few things occurred to her. Not that the fact in itself wasn't surprising. The 8th Captain was rarely seen without a bottle of liquor or two in his hands. In more than half of his life, he was drunk in varying degrees, or hungover with a killer headache.

Her thoughts went at a million mile per second. This was the first time he "confessed" to her while not intoxicated. So, he probably wasn't fooling around with her.

And, she probably felt the same towards him.

Still wide eyed, and stunned by her realization of her true feelings towards her captain, she turned her head once more, and gasped as she found that her captain has flash stepped to stand in front of her, and gave her a small peck on the lips. Then, he smiled sheepishly at her.

WHACK!

"That's sexual harassment, sir." Nanao said, turning away and walking out of the room. However, the captain still managed to catch a glimpse of her profusely blushing face. Then, the captain in pink sat down on his chair and patted himself on the back for a job well done. After a few moments, the head of his lieutenant popped up at the door.

"Hey, Kyoraku-taichou… About Friday night…"

"Yes, my dear sweet Nanao-chan?"

"You better not be drunk already when I arrive!" she pointed at him in a rare display of childishness, and fixed her glasses, trying to mask her blush.

"Is that a yes?"

SMACK!

"That wasn't, but this is." Nanao said, as she bent down and kissed her captain on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, Kyoraku-taichou." And with that, she stepped out of the office. The captain sat there, dumbfounded by his lieutenant's boldness. He never took Nanao-chan as a forward type… Not that he minded anyway…

The scene faded out again, as another video came into play.

This video appeared to be quite old. While it wasn't in black-and-white, the quality of the clip was remarkably poorer than the previous one. The time of the year was spring, and lots of cherry blossoms could be seen in the background. Two dark-haired figures stood in the front, facing each other. One had long hair with lots of hairclips, and the other, a female, bore a great resemblance to Kuchiki Rukia, they had the same hairstyle, the same height, and similar eyes, except for the fact that her features bore a noticeably softer edge to them. However, if not for the fact that the video looked positively ancient, Hitsugaya would really mistake her for Kuchiki Rukia.

Then, something clicked.

If that was Kuchiki Byakuya and he is confessing to a woman he loves … Then this woman who looks like Kuchiki Rukia would most likely be his late wife, Kuchiki Hisana. Once again, Hitsugaya has to remove himself from that train of thought as the figures began to move.

"Byakuya-sama… Did you ask for me to come here?" A kind, feminine voice timidly questioned.

"Yes, I did, Hisana. And now, I have an very important matter that you should know about immediately." A deep, serious, stony tone said.

Hisana's body tensed up as her mind considered all possibilities. Could he be saying that he loves her? Or, maybe he had gotten fed up with her, and he is now going to dump her like a piece of used toilet paper? Or worse, could she have offended him in some morbid way, and now she will be executed? Her mind couldn't help but give a little jump of joy when she considered the first possibility. However, her mind went silent as he took out a piece of paper, and began to read from it,

" In Spring the cherry blossoms flutter and fly,
But the flowers fade before thee.

In Summer the sun shines warm and bright,
But not as radiant as your beautiful sight.

In Autumn the flowers wither and falter…"

The noble froze suddenly, as Hisana broke down into tears when she heard the words "wither" and "falter". A rare spark of panic flashed into his eyes, and he hurried over to the peasant's side. Burying her face into her hands, she began to sob uncontrollably. Between her tears and sobs, the peasant girl managed to choke out a few words, "What Byakuya-sama is saying, I do not understand fully, but if" -sob- "Byakuya-sama wishes to dispose of me, please stop torturing me and be done with it! I truly did not expect Byakuya-sama to be so cruel…"

Inwardly cursing a certain dark-skinned feline noble for forcing him to read this confusing poem, Byakuya spoke, with a semi-unnerving gentleness, "Hisana, I am not dumping you… Could you please hear the remaining verses?" The sobbing gradually ceased, and Hisana rose her head to stare into his grey eyes, as if asking him to go on.

The hurt and terror in her eyes almost break him, and knowing that he inflicted them on her didn't help. But, he kept his composture, and went on,

" In Autumn the flowers falter and wither,
But strong that you are, you will not shiver.

In Winter, the ice freezes all creation,
But my love for you will keep you warm, with fixation."

The words "my love for you" had a great impact. Seemingly shocked, the dark haired woman just stood there, eyes wide as dishes. Fearing that she may have misunderstood again, Byakuya embraced her and whispered into her ears, "In a nutshell, I love you". Apparently, it had a soothing effect, since she visibly relaxed, and said, in a way resembling her sister, "Next time you say something like that, spit it out, don't make it so complicated.", then, breathing out a long-held breath, she added, "I love you too.", while a blush slowly crept up her cheeks, and he pulled her closer to his body. This time, neither made another move. They just stood there, embracing in the cherry blossoms, enjoying each other's company.

The camera faded out once more, and the lights in the room were turned back on.

Hitsugaya was lost in his thoughts. An image of him reading a love poem to Momo while she whacked him on the head with a book, crying, entered his mind. Not the greatest thought of all times. But then, it wasn't the worst, since Momo appeared in it. However, he was forcibly snatched back to reality by his lieutenant, who was flicking his nose. "Taicho… Are you here? Matsumoto calling Hitsugaya-taicho! Snap out of your thoughts about Hinamori, taicho!"

Slightly annoyed and blushing, the white haired boy yelled out, "I wasn't thinking about her, idiot!" Matsumoto rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, yeah, and I hate sake. Don't worry, though, taicho! We won't tell on you!" Then, she turned her eyes to Gin and gave him a full-fledged threatening look.

"Well, didn't ya say ya going to ask questions?" Intimidated, the fox-eyed captain tried to change to subject. "Oh right! Taicho, first question, are you gonna use poetry when you confess to Hinamori?" The image flashed into his head. "No" ,came the short, definite reply as the image popped into his head again, accompanied by a gagging sensation.

"Okay, that wraps it up for poetry." Matsumoto declared, while the lights were turned off again, and she settled down behind him. "Wait… That's it? One question? Won't you teach me something?" shocked that his talkaholic lieutenant had shut up, he just had to ask. "Well, you aren't going to use poetry, are you? It's not like I have to teach you for forthcoming opportunities… Unless she turns you down, that is." Another image of Momo turning him down flashed, and he felt a weight drop in his stomach. "Not that it's going to happen… So let's carry on." The lieutenant pushed a button, and the scene continued to fade, as bright colours replaced it.

"Yessiree, that's not going to happen," Hitsugaya reassured himself. "Or is it?" came the response of his nagging mind. Pulling his thoughts away from the possible rejection of Momo Hinamori, Hitsugaya focused on the screen once more, as another scene came into play.

Sooooooooo? -Look expectedly at potential reviewers- What did you think? Most people appeared to like ShunNao, so I did that first. Hoped the poetry didn't suck too much... Then again, it was supposed to suck on Shunsui's half... Please review! Cookies to everyone who review!

Bye for now!