Sorry for the long update. My parents confiscated my laptop due to some bad grades, and then the uploader wouldn't work... Anyways, here's Chapter 2

For all who reveiwed, thank you! -passes out cookies-

Toshiro was relieved when the meeting finally got over. After listening to mundane topics for an hour and reporting things that everyone knew anyways, he was finally excused. At least no one had been giving Kiyoshi distrustful glances- as his brother-in-law and friend, Toshiro was ready to help fight his battles and oppose anyone who thought otherwise. There had been some close calls at some of the previous meetings, but luckily it calmed down before anything actually happened.

He spotted Mitsuki immediately when he walked out, coming up behind her and hugging her from behind. She smiled, but he still caught the faintest trace of worry underneath it. "Did you get sick again today?" he asked, stepping beside her and taking her hand. She nodded. "It wasn't as bad today, though. I didn't even throw up."

"Well, that's good news. How about we go somewhere? All the paperwork's done, and we don't have any missions to take care of." He said, and she nodded happily in agreement.

Mitsuki returned back to the Tenth Division to pack, and Toshiro dropped by whatever bar Matsumoto was occupying to bully her into training the recruits. He eventually found her in one a little ways away from his company's headquarters, and even though she had Kira and Renji with her, she wasn't drunk- much.

"But Captain, I'm busy." She whined when he told her to leave. "And I just got here."

He frowned, arms crossed. He had grown taller in the past years, and was only half a head shorter than she was. It slightly unnerved Matsumoto, who was used to the short Captain. But at least he had still kept his normal, no-nonsense attitude. "When you became Assistant Captain you made a commitment to your fellow shinigami. If you don't train them, I can always demote you. And there's nothing Yamamoto can do about it." He said, cutting off her protests. She pouted, but regretfully left with plenty of moaning and groaning.

To make sure she really did go and didn't run away once he left, Toshiro followed her to the training ground where the new recruits were waiting. Most of them were females that were still determined to gain his favor, but to his relief most were beginning to transfer over to Ninth, where Captain Hisagi was the only single 'hot' Shinigami with any form of power. Secretly, Toshiro was relieved that they had given up on him, but felt sorry for Captain Hisagi.

When he walked up he was immediately surrounded by the females. "Ooh, Captain Hitsugaya, what are you teaching us today?" One called out, batting her eyelashes. Another knocked her out of the way. "Um, I'm having difficulties with handling my sword- can we have private lessons after this is over?"

Toshiro folded his arms, his icy glare evident on his face. "I'm sorry, but your Assistant Captain will be training you today, and no, I do not offer private lessons to people who know fully well how to handle their zanpaku-to's. Now, if you excuse me…" he extracted himself from the throng, leaving Matsumoto to shove the girls back into position. Sighing to himself, he knew that several would be transferring soon.

Mitsuki was waiting when he entered, holding a picnic basket and a hell butterfly on an arm. She had an odd look on her face, and he immediately crossed over to read its message.

It was an order from General Yamamoto to go to the human world to investigate some abnormal hollow attacks. Apparently, Ichigo, the Soul Society's deputy Soul Reaper in the living world, had reported it, saying that they were no longer attacking by themselves- they had started attacking in groups, with one as the designated leader.

Toshiro sighed. "Of all times for something like this to happen…" Shaking his head, he looked at Mitsuki. "Well, we might as well report." She nodded, putting the basket down and followed him out the door. The hell butterfly flitted in front of them, making sure the two arrived at the First Division before flying off.

Yamamoto was waiting for them when they arrived; two hell butterflies already perched on his desk. "Ah, you've arrived. I assume you got my message?"

Toshiro nodded. "Yes, we have. It's to check on abnormal hollow attacks, correct?"

"Yes. You're going to be staying at the Kurosaki's until you find out the reason behind these attacks." Yamamoto leaned back, studying them. "Do you accept?"

Toshiro and Mitsuki looked at each other, than nodded. "Yes. We do." Toshiro said, his hand slipping into Mitsuki's.

Yamamoto bowed his head. "Very well, you shall depart tomorrow. You are excused."

They bowed, than left the office. The journey back to Toshiro's office was silent, both mulling over the task. Mitsuki was hoping it would get over with so that life wouldn't be disrupted, and Toshiro was looking forward to a little excitement, just so long as it wasn't anything serious. He prayed that the task wouldn't be too difficult and that they could just kill the things and then return home. Leaving Matsumoto in charge for too long would be disastrous. He shuddered at the thought.

Mitsuki unpacked the basket, leaving the food for Matsumoto to have later. She had taken it upon herself to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her husband and Assistant Captain, a job that wasn't too hard, since Matsumoto would rather go to the bar anyways and Toshiro didn't eat much. But it never hurt to be prepared.

Toshiro stopped her, smiling slightly. "We can always eat here." He said. "It's better than nothing."

Nodding, Mitsuki brought the food over to the table and passed some of it to Toshiro. He accepted it, watching as she picked at her food. Quizzically, he asked, "Where's your appetite? You usually inhale your food."

Mitsuki smiled. He had teased her about her eating habits since they first went out to dinner, remarking on the fact that the food rapidly disappeared seconds after she obtained it. Shrugging, she said, "I guess I'm not that hungry."

"But you didn't have breakfast earlier- and no, it doesn't count since you threw it up." He said. "You should go to Unohana and get a check-up."

"I went a few months ago, Toshiro, I'm fine. Probably just a bug going around," She said, standing to dispose of her food. She walked over to the sink, dumping the food down the disposal. Not for the first time, Toshiro thought that her headstrong nature would come back to bite her.

A crashing noise and the tinkling of broken glass made him look up. Mitsuki was on the floor amid shards of the plate, uncharacteristically pale. Not being able to breath, Toshiro leapt over the table and scrambled over to her. He was relieved to find a pulse, and picking her up he raced to fourth division, scared that Mitsuki's condition was worse than the both of them had originally thought.

-yawn- I'm really tired. I'm home sick with the Chicken Pox, and it didn't help I stayed up till midnight two nights ago... For those of you who haven't gotten Chicken Pox yet, NEVER DO. It's sooooo annoying.

Well, please reveiw and tell me what you think! Next treat is... pie!