It has been one and a half months since I've settled into Seireitei. I've got my own room, which does not look boring-looking or has an old mens' style stuck to it. And I am now officially a sixth-seat in the 10th Division. Pretty impressive for new meat, eh?

Also, the gray maze-like walls here are no match for me anymore. I've pretty much mastered the stupid maze (which I still loathe). Moreover, there are many nice people who live here (unlike cranky pants Hitsugaya-taicho), for example Hinamori, who I here can give me some dirt on our beloved 10th Division's cute taicho, Hanatarou, who is a weakling but has awesome healing skills, Kenpachi, the fighting-crazed captain of the 11th division, and tons others that I'm just too damn tired to type right now.

But with good news there has just got to be bad news, right? Well, like my dead granny used to say, life's not all peaches and creams. Well, anyways, the bad news is that Mr. Fluffy Hair still hasn't - or won't even let me have a real mission. All he lets me do are minor ones. Like patrolling the districts and capturing some weak and not to mention stupid bandits who wreak havoc on the streets of the districts for just stupid and short-period of time fun! And when I did complained to Hitsugaya, he only told me that I was still too irresponsible for a big mission and then he would just shoo me away, saying a lame excuse that he had some work to do or that he needs to take a bath. Damn that cute taicho/Mr. FLuffy Hair! would be the first thought that streams into my mind when I stomp out of his office, followed with more silent curses directed mentally towards the short runt.

"Oi, Wasurenagusa!" Shuhei called out, interrupting me in my current day-dream about me flying on top of an ice-cream mountain (can't help it. I've always been a sweet tooth at heart *halo appears on top of hair*). I flipped my long front bangs out of my face and turned towards the tall spiky haired man, who I have personally nicknamed 'Reaper' since his zanpakuto reminds me of one, eventhough we are all reapers...

"What is it, Reaper?" I asked him. Whenever that man was around, trouble was bound (L.O.L. I just made a rhyme). And when I mean 'trouble', it only means that we would prank or punk (as Shuhei likes to call it) people - a lot. In conclusion, Shuhei is my partner in pranking crimes. In the past few weeks we have been putting whip cream on Kira's hand and, naturally, tickling his nose with a feather... and I guess you'd know the results. We have also been pranking some taichos, including my cute taicho of course.

"Hitsugaya-taicho's lookin' for you, lil forget-me-not!" he shouted back, using the nicknames of all nicknames that I loathe most.

The mention of my most loathed nickname made me tick off. "Oh, shut up, Reaper!" I yelled at him, throwing the chair that I was sitting on towards his grinning face.

Shuhei easily stepped to the right to avoid collision with the chair. "Aw, c'mon, lil flower. I'm pretty sure you can do better, ammi right?" he asked me as I shunpoed beside him.

"Well, sure. I have beaten you a few thousand times, right Reaper?" I snickered while walking ahead of him.

"Oi!" he screamed, running to catch up with me. "I told you to not mention that! That would totally ruin my chances of getting a date with Matsumoto! And I took it easy on you the last time because you're new!"

I laughed at him. Shuhei had told me that he had always wanted to go on a date with the ever-so-lovely Rangiku Matsumoto. But when I asked Matsumoto on what she thought of my friend, the Reaper, she told me that Shuhei is just like a platonic friend to her, making Kira , who was there with me at the time, and I stifle laughter. "Didn't I tell you? Matsumoto only thinks of you as her platonic friend!" I laughed.

"S-shut up!" he told me. "I still have a chance if I show her my manly side."

I abruptly stopped laughing and gave him a confused look. "You have one?"

Shuhei fumed before hitting me on the head with his fist. "Of course I do!"


"Ohayo, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan," I greeted the ever-so-icy taicho as I popped my head into his office and waved.

He briefly looked up at me and glared, but then went back to doing the paperwork. I 'tut-tut' as I walked into the office and closed the door behind me. "I sure do pity you, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan. Stuck in a stuffy office on a day like today. Now, since the day is sooo lovely, why dontcha go out and have some nice cool watermelon while your most loyal sixth-seat do the paper work for ya?" I suggested sweetly. Well, it was more of a bribe than a normal butt-kissing act.

"You're not going to be bribing anyone today, Hikaru," he casually told me as he arranged the papers into a neat pile.

Busted! I raked my hair with my fingers unconciously. "Eheh... how'd you know Shirou-chan?" I asked him, using Hitsugaya's most despised nickname.

Hitsugaya slammed his hands on his desk as he hastily stood up from his paper work. "Don't test me, Hikaru!" he yelled.

I walked cautiously towards Hitsugaya. "Geez, Hitsugaya-taicho," I sighed (what? I know when I need to break the act). "Ya don't need tuh get yer panties in a twist," I told him as a grin carved it's way onto my lips.

Hitsugaya's eyebrow twitched before he forcefully made his tooshie sit down. "Anyway, I asked Shuhei to call you because I'm assigning you on an important mission..."

My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. Is he goin' tuh put me up on a 'big' mission? Please, pretty please make it so, God! I prayed silently (do shinigamis even pray to God? Do tell).

Hitsugaya stared into my (apparently) large sky-blue eyes with his deep green ones. "... Are you really that enthusiastic just because I'm signing you up on one of those missions that you call 'big'?" he asked me as he stood up from his desk and walked towards me, with Hyourinmaru in hand.

I bobbed my head up and down in reply. "Of course, Hitsu-taicho!" I said. "All 'o' those missions from the past few weeks were dreadfully bo-ring!" I told him in a pish-posh English accent. I've been improving in leaps and bounds at it if I do say so myself.

He sighed at me like a grown-up (apparently, in this current situatuion, he's the strict and not to mention cranky grown-up) would sigh at a little enthusiastic kid (by the way, I'm the kid). He stared blankly at me some more before handing me a sweet.

"Huh? Why'd you give me a sweet, Hitsu-taicho?" I asked, eyeing the so-called 'sweet' suspiciously, thinking that it may suddenly blow up and a banner that would say, 'YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D, YOU BITCH' appearing in small capitalized letters (is this even possible?), this would most probably be his revenge for all those days when I picked and picked on him until he exploded, and, of course, the punking - oh, who can forget the pranking. I started shaking the 'sweet' furiously, my brain still thinking up some more random thoughts involving the 'sweet' of course.

"It's a sweet that Ukitake gave to me earlier," Hitsugaya calmly told me. "I don't want it, or need it. So you can have it since children like you love them, right?" he asked me, tauntingly. I saw a small smirk playing on his lips, making me kind of ticked off at the big - whoops, I meant, the small know-it-all.

I plastered a fake, sweet, sweet smile on my face, making yours truly look as innocent as ever. "Why, I thank you, Hitsugaya-kun," I said, dragging the '-kun' and making my voice sound sickly sweet.

Hitsugaya ignored the fact me calling him 'Hitsugaya-kun' and continued on with the summary of my mission, which my brain has clearly confirmed that it was a BIG mission (God, my brain's so slow). "Anyway, you have to head out with me to Karakura Town. That place has been crawling with hollows lately," he informed me.

I gave him a confused look in return. "Hmmm... if that is true, then why don't you ask Matsumoto-chan or the other seats above me to help you? It's not like I don't want to go with you! I am just curious, that is all," I held up my hands in a cross over my chest to prove my honesty.

Hitsugaya started combing his soft white hair with his hands. "Well, Matsumoto will be pretty useless since she'll just mop around the Kurosaki residence drinking beer. The fourth- and fifth-seats have been whining on and on about a two month vacation, so I gave them one month each. And the third-seat had been critically injured so he won't be able to accompany me," he told me, sounding so high authority-ish all of a sudden (or is it just me?). "So, that leaves me with a little girl who is, apparently, afraid of the dark and such a cry-baby."

It felt like the extremely sensitive part of me got stabbed. But what Mr. Fluffy Hair said was true. I cry easily and I (for those of you who read Green Apples would know) am afraid of the dark, even though I am a legal 16 year-old. "Don't call me that, Hitsu-taicho!" I whined.

Hitsugaya chuckled at me momentarily before smiling at me with those deep, green (and probably illegal since it makes a girl even a foot away from him fall in ... with the little runt) eyes of his. I felt my heart race and develop a doki-doki sound. "You crack me up, Hikaru," he sighed, brushing a strand of white hair away from his beautifully carved face.

I stopped myself. Oh great Hell, Hikaru! I thought to myself, not realizing that I was turning redder and redder at each passing moment. Puh-lease do not tell me that you're falling for a guy like him! I looked down at my feet, my bangs falling over my blushing face. "U-ummm... sure, Hitsugaya-taicho," I said, unconsciously calling him 'Hitsugaya-taicho'. I shuffled my feet some more before continuing to break the silence. "W-well then, I'll be going to my room to get my stuff ready, 'kay?"

I started to turn around and walk towards the door, but I stopped when I felt a firm and warm hand touch my hand. I. Nearly. Fainted. And that damned gesture only made my face turn even redder. "Meet me in front of the 10th Division barracks in around an hour. That'll give you enough time to get all of your stuff packed up, right?" he asked me.

I nodded my head and brushed Hitsugaya's hand away from my shoulder while still having my face turned away from him. "Okay, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan," I answered him, quickly turning around to beam a warm smile at him before running out the door with Arashiki, my zanpakuto, by my side.

When I closed (practically slam) the door behind me, I didn't pause to take a breather or anything, I just immediately ran towards the direction of the 10th Division barracks. As I was half-way towards my room, my legs suddenly collapsed underneath me. I fell with a dull thud. I felt weak and powerless all of a sudden, and my damned heart didn't help either. It was still making that irritating doki-doki sound. It was a bit weird but Hitsugaya's face was still in my mind and the spot where he touched me still felt somewhat warm.

Questions again swarmed around my brain. But I managed to croak out the most logical, and not to mention the most heart-racing question of them all , "Am I in... love?" I asked out loud, staring up into the sky as tears started to form in my eyes. Though, nobody answered (who would?) mainly because there was no one there. Most of the other seats would probably be on missions by now since it's nearly evening. As soon as I thought of that, I heard two girlish squeals coming from behind my back. I nearly froze and fainted right on the spot from shock and embarrasment that somebody may have heard my *ahem* 'question'.

I slowly stood up and turned around, ready to find a pair of snotty Shinigamis who wear braces with pink gum stuck in them, in conclusion, geeked-up nerds, who I've found out from the past few months to be thoroughly annoying. But I was equally surprised as I was ready, to find that it was only Matsumoto and Hinamori. My heart nearly had a heart attack, thinking that they have realized who was the person I fell in love with. But managed to calm down again when the thought that they couldn't have known because they only heard me asking myself the question... right? They can't read brains... right? Oh, PLEASE make it right!

The two squealing girls still didn't stop their glass-shattering, insane and way too girlish squealing and I could've sworn there was a Cheshire grin plastered on each of their faces. Both of them were holding each other's hands and hopping slightly. All in all, they looked like two girls who knew some very, very dirty dirt on a certain forget-me-not.

I gulped inwardly and finally decided to break the 'silent' and awkward (well, to me it was awkward) atmosphere. "Ummm... guys?" I asked them uneasily. Shit! I thought, breaking out into a cold sweat. Did they hear me or are they just so psyched up because they won a lottery?

Matsumoto was the first person to react. She shunpoed towards me and started to shove my face inside her humongous cleavage. "Awww... the little forget-me-not is in looooove," she cooed at me, only hugging and not to mention, suffocating me tighter.

I felt like all the air inside my lungs were dragged out and my lungs even felt like it was when I had my drowning experience. Well, Matsumoto did told me to never underestimate the power of big-breasted women (heck, Shuhei is absolutely gaga over them) and I had only took it lightly then. "M-matsumoto..." I managed to cry out as I tried pushing my face away from Matsumoto's boobs. "... Can't... breath..."

I heard a quick shuffle of feet and saw Hinamori standing beside Matsumoto. She was smiling broadly, even though a certain friend of hers was currently in a near death situation. "We so knew it," she chuckled.

My blood stopped cold. I ignored the fact that my blood was stopping right on the spot, and focused my attention on to the other fact that I was in a dying situation. "Let me go, Rangiku!" I half-yelled into the huge breasts. I only call Matsumoto by her first name when I'm pissed off or am just not having my 'day' on that certain day.

"Alright, alright," she repeated, finally releasing me from the cursed breasts.

As soon as my face wasn't in between Matsumoto's boobies anymore, I inhaled and exhaled like I've never inhaled and exhaled before. I even kissed the floor in relief, my brain telling me at the same time that I was being too damn dramatic. But, let's not forget, I was suffocating just now. Cut me some slack, people. "Now I know how Hitsu-taicho feels when he's bein' suffocated by a certain busty fukutaicho," I said, mainly to myself as I wiped my mouth vigirously in case that there may be some germs still stuck to my lips.

Matsumoto placed her hands to her hips, and poked my nose with her finger playfully, ignoring the few words that had came out of my mouth. "You're in love with somebody, right, Wasurenagusa-chan?" she asked me. Hinamori only backed her up as she wagged her eyebrows at me slyly, smirking all too knowingly.

I blushed red and turned around to shunpo off into the sunset. My plan was to avoid eye contact, communicating and crossing paths with the two girls for all eternity. But my beautifully good plan was wrecked into a million pieces when Matsumoto grabbed onto my collar, abolishing all means of escape for lil ol' me. "Lemme go! Or I will use my most loudest scream to shout for help!" I threatened them.

"No can do, lil Waurenagusa-chan," Matsumoto started, dragging my limp body into a store room nearby and stuffing my mouth with an apple. Hinamori followed us in, slowly closing the door behind her.

"You're coming with us," Hinamori finished, her face turning very... well, let's just say it turned to the opposite of how Hinamori always looked like.


"I will not say anything!" I shouted to them a 'mere' hour later. My hands were tied firmly behind my back with some rope that Hinamori had found that Matsumoto had did the courtesy to tie my hands and legs with. And also I was currently being kept a prisoner by big-boobies Matsumoto and who I thought was nice, Hinamori. It has been more than an hour and I was damn sure I was late! They had told me fifteen minutes before that they would release me when I give them the dirt on my love life. Of course I wouldn't say a single word. If I did, it would be like middle school all over again.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock. We have all day, Wasurenagusa-chan," Matsumoto reminded me - for like the gazillionth time. But I don't! I shouted out loud, in my mind though. If they knew that I had somewhere important to go, they would only make a bribe with me. And let me tell ya, my brain gives in rather easily when bribed.

"Mmm-hmm!" Hinamori agreed, nodding her head up and down. "We're on our day off. Well, I am, Matsumoto, not so sure..."

"Day off, spash goff," Matsumoto pathetically rhymed, waving her hand dismissively at the so-called angel/mouse. "Who cares? All Hitsugaya-taicho ever forces me to do is paperwork, paperwork and paperwork. This is what all fair fukutaichos, like me, are cursed to do for the rest of their life being one!"

I sighed as I looked down in defeat. They're telling the truth. I should just make them promise to not tell Hitsugaya then. "Alright, I'll tell you," I told them.

Both of their eyes lit up in glee. I inched away from them, a bit creeped out by their eyes. "Tell us!" they shouted in unison.

"Geezus, you guys sound like little kids," I said to them. They only ignored the insult I had just hit them in the face and continued staring at me creepily. "I think... I am... in love... with..."

"With...?" they chorused, eyes still shining.

I sighed inwardly and mentally told myself to stop dragging things. "I think I'm in love with Hitsu-taicho," I admited, barely in a whisper. I blushed silently when I felt both of them go eerie quiet.

After a few moments of awkward silence, both of them suddeny squealed and jumped up again for the second time. They started to hop around the small room in circles, or rather, ovals since I don't think they're up to the challenge to hop around in a perfect circle while being this psyched up about something stupid (have you ever jumped around in perfect circles while being too damn happy? I absolutely have not). "Can you release me now?" I asked them.

Both of them sat back down again. I didn't even think they had heard what I said a few moments ago. "I can't believe it!" Hinamori squealed.

"I'd rather if you did, Momo-chan," I told her.

"I mean, seriously, I didn't think that you'd have fall in love with Shirou-chan in like, one and a half months!" the squealin' Momo-chan, (obviously) squealed.

I flinched when the two of them went back to the 'Squealing my ears off' pact. They're never ever gonna let me go until they have spread out my secret, I grudgingly thought. "Am I really that obvious?" I asked them, raising my eyebrows in unison.

Matsumoto stopped jumping and squealing and bent down to my face's level. "Of course. Me and Momo-chan are girls, for your information," Matsumoto told me while wagging her finger in front of my eyes tauntingly. I felt like letting my vampire teeth (again, it doesn't mean I am a vampire, 'o' Twilight addicts) sink into the oh-so innocent little daint finger. But I couldn't since it was many centimetres away from me (do you know how much energy a person needs to stretch her/his head in that distance?).

Hinamori nodded and grinned at me as she sat back on the floor in front of me. "Yup, most girls around your age could know who and when a friend of theirs are going to fall in love," she helpfully explained to me.

I started to stare at them blankly. Weird, I never could predict when my friends would fall in love. Maybe it was because I was kind of dumb or was it because of the fact that they never took 'love' seriously? I pondered. If I'm correct, they never did believe in love. They just thought of boys as their toys... Why the Hell am I friends with them...?

"Ummm... but I thought that Wasurenagusa-chan would fall in love with Shuhei..." I heard Matsumoto mutter.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I heard her say Reaper's real name. "What did you say?" I shouted out loud. I will never fall in love with my guy friend - not even if Shuhei was the last good-looking boy on Earth (or Seireitei, whatever). That goes the same with Kira, people. This boy is just a good friend of mine who I always confide my problems with. For example, when I have just had a horrible stomach cramp, I come and whine all about it to him. The yellow-haired boy only listens and nods occasionally in between my whinings. "I will never give even an inch of my love to that guy! He is just a guy friend!"

Matsumoto pinched my cheeks playfully before continuing on with torturing me. "I know, I know, Wasurenagusa-chan. You'd only give some of your flower lovin' to Hitsugaya-taicho, aren't I right?" she rhetorically asked me, winking.

I had already long since known that Hinamori couldn't contain herself from laughing as she laughed at me in the face while unsuccesfully trying to cover it up with her petite right hand. Heck, even I wouldn't have not laugh if the victim was some other girl and not poor lil ol' me.

My eyes began to glaze over in apparent boredom from just listening to the girls' squealing and jumping like utter idiots, but then my wandering eyes stopped when I noticed that the store room's door was wide open. Was it already open when we came in? I wondered, staring into space.

"What are you guys doing in here of all places?" a kind of deep voice asked us. I jumped in shock, my head nearly making contact with the ceiling. But the feeling of shock only lasted for a few milliseconds when my slow brain managed to process the kind of deep voice thoroughly, and inform me that it was Hitsugaya Toshirou. By then the small sightly feeling was replaced with the familiar feeling of panic. And so panic like a little 5 year-old toddler was what I did. But then I realized that I was stupid for panicking like a freakin' 5 year-old and felt a wave of delight wash over me since Matsumoto and Hinamori would get in trouble, not poor lil me.

Matsumoto and Hinamori's eyes were open wide in surprise when their heads whipped around and saw Hitsugaya standing behind them with his foot tapping in a rather intimidating way and his arms crossed over his small (but rather built up if I must say) chest. I realized that they were scared shit by because they would probably end up being punished by Hitsugaya because of keeping him waiting (do you even know how little his patient span is?). Hah! Serves them right for tying me up and forcing me to blurt out my crush, I thought smugly.

"S-shirou-chan, what are you doing here of all places? Shouldn't you be knee-deep in a sea of papers or something?" Hinamori managed to squeak out - nervously of course. I smiled in utter delight. I heard the little timid girl gulp when a dark aura formed around the little white-haired boy's body before continuing. "Ummm... I meant, what're you doing here, H-Hitsugaya-taicho?" she corrected herself.

Hitsugaya's dark-like aura disappeared into thin air, and his face soften. But I guess that's to be expected since Hinamori is his childhood friend, after all. "That's better," he said, ruffling his hair again. And, again, my hands had this urge to touch his hair with him. I balled up my fists and gritted my teeth. I seriously have to stop having this urges to touch his hair! I don't want to be a pedophile (eventhough Hitsugaya's a few thousand years older than me). They're weird, I thought, and not to mention perverts. "But why does Hikaru has her hands all tied up? Please do tell."

I started laughing maniacally inside. They are SOOOO dead. Matsumoto smiled sheepishly before grabbing Hinamori's sweaty hand and zipping out of there. The last words she said were, "Sorry, Hitsugaya-taicho. Hinamori-chan and I have some... ummm... business, yeah, business, to take care of. So you know the drill. Bye!" I pouted. Dang!

I saw Hitsugaya open his mouth to yell out some short words after them, but he closed his mouth back again and shook his head. I stared up blankly at him, blinked innocently and grinned sheepishly at him. "So, Hitsu-taicho, watcha doin' just standing there?" I asked him.

He stared back down at me for a few moments and then glared. A shiver literally went up my spine as he started to bend down to my height. "You were suppose to meet me in front of the 10th Division barracks sixty-seven minutes ago!"

"Are you blind, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan? My hands and legs were tied up! Look it up in the friggin dictionary if you don't what 'tied up' means!"

Hitsugaya took a deep breath before shouting, "YOU'RE A SHINIGAMI FOR GOD'S SAKES! BEING 'TIED UP' IS A STUPID REASON! MOREOVER, YOU'RE A SIXTH-SEAT! LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME!" right into my face.

A vein popped out of my forehead. "For your information, Hitsu-taicho, I am no friggin Houdini! I don't pull out rabbits from top hats, make cards appear magically from yer nose or mouth, and I seriously do not know how to get my hands and legs out of rope!" I had started to cry uncontrollably by the time I said 'top hats'. I cry way too easily, remember?

Hitsugaya shot a menacing glare in my direction before sighing and shaking his head in defeat. He untied the ropes on my hands and legs. Of course, I was still crying by then. He stared at blankly and then shook his head again. "You really cry easily, don't you?" he asked me, his two hands on his lap.

I sniffed and cried even louder. "Y-you think?"

Hitsugaya took out a handkerchief from his pocket and then started to wipe my tears with it. I looked up in surprise at him. He noticed my look and managed a small feeble smile that made my heart melt on cue. "Now, now, don't cry lil forget-me-not."

"Don't call me that!" I whined, blowing my nose into his handkerchief.

Hitsugaya smirked, and I could've sworn he said, "It's not my fault you have a tendency to be unforgetable," but it must've just been my over-active imagination as Hitsugaya would never fall for me even in a GAZILLION millenium (you thought I was gonna use 'years', right? But years past by us like days).


"Whoa! So this is THE Strawberry's house?" I asked Hitsugaya. The both of us had arrived to Karakura town around an hour ago, and now we're in front of the infamous taicho-classed substitute shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo, or as I like to call him, Strawberry. Hitsugaya had told me that we will be crashing at his place for a while and disguising ourselves as students at the high school nearby. I felt all giddy and excited at the thought of having the chance to go to school and socialize again. But that excitement was quickly replaced with the almighty dread of school homework (dun dun duuuun). "Y'know you have to admit, it's kind of... plain- and boring-looking, isn't it, Hitsu-taicho?"

I looked over at the short boy and saw an eyebrow of his twitch in annoyance. I smirked. Hitsugaya looked real cute-looking in a polo shirt and jeans. To me, he practically had 'cute' written in big bold letters on his forehead. "For, like, the billionth time this day, Hikaru, his name is Kurosaki. Ichigo."

I bent down a bit and patted him on the head with my right hand, smiling. "I know, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan, I know."

He swatted my hand away from his hair and glowered at me. I noticed his glare and gave him an air-kiss in reply. Hitsugaya shot me another all-too menacing glare before stomping towards the front door of the Kurosaki residence. "I don't give a damn anymore, Hikaru. Let's go."

I ran after him, nearly tripping on a rock. "Wait up, Hitsu-taicho!" I called out to him. Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind from the behind. I abruptly stopped running when I felt the extremely short skirt that the pervert Urahara had gave me fly up (yes, fly up. I don't know any other words to suit the description). I kept noticing him checking out my behind when I wore the black mini skirt. I was forced against my own will to wear the wretched clothig because I had no other clothes. Hitsugaya had dragged me towards the thingy (I'm not that much of a Bleach-fanatic. In fact, I don't even wash the laundry at home, my maid does) that we go through to get to Karakura town - without letting me finish my packing! Oh, you can't even imagine on what I was planning to torture Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan with after that.

I blushed furiously and held the damned skirt down. Luckily, Hitsugaya turned around after I had held the skirt down, not when it's showing my knickers in full view. "Are you coming?" he asked me as one of his edgy eyebrows shot upwards.

I nodded. "Y-yeah, Hitsu-taicho," I told him. My legs had already began walking slowly towards the door as soon as '-taicho' went out of my mouth.

I heard a door bell ring and a door click open. My head shot up to find a tall, handsome, furrow eyebrowed, red-headed boy around his teenage years standing at the door. He looked pretty pissed off. I scanned him again and saw keychain-looking thing with a picture of a skull on it hanging on his belt. "Are you THE Strawberry?" I asked the red-head boy as I zipped towards him with my hands held together on my chest.

The red-head boy looked a bit startled when my face was a few inches from his, and retreated a few steps back. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, nearly tripping on the carpet. He managed to regain his balance and then glared at me (probably on the same level as Hitsugaya's fa-mouse glare. Hahaha). I only looked at him more earnestly in reaction. "Who're you calling a 'Strawberry', girl?"

Hitsugaya waved a hand of his in front of the red-headed boy's face dismissively. "Save it, Kurosaki. It'll never work on her."

I glomped at Hitsugaya from the back, a content smile on my face. "I had guessed you'd know, isn't that right, Hitsu-taicho?" I said.

Hitsugaya shoved my body away from him before glaring oh-so darkly at yours truly and stomping off into the boring- and plain-looking house of the Seireitei-knowned Strawberry. I grinned rather cheekily at the tall teenager as I stood around the door, not bothering to follow Hitsugaya in.

"Are you comin' in, girl?" Ichigo asked me.

I nodded in reply. "Of course, but as soon as you answer my question."

He gave me a blank look. "WHAT question?" he blared out.

I made a face. Geezus... this dandelion-head is like the unidentical twin of Hitsu-taicho - but less cute, of course, I thought. "Y'know THAT question," I chirped. Again, the blank look. "Oh, never mind," I groaned out, dragging my feet through the door frame. As soon as I was out of ear-shot, I added, "What is with the guys these days? Forgetting such a simple and short question in a snap of a finger!"

As I entered the living room, I saw another man, also a red-head but with extremely weird eyebrows, lounging on one of the sofas. He was seemingly familiar, but no names popped up, so I left him be. Hitsugaya was sitting opposite of the man with his arms crossed and an all-too familiar grumpy expression on his pale face. I beamed a smile up at him when he gave me a 'I don't wanna know what you were up to, girl' look. A similiar look he had used on me when I had staggered out of the 10th Division's mens' bathroom with my eyes half-closed, my hair all bed-raggled, and a toilet cleaner in my hands. Ok, don't get any... err... weird ideas now. I was bullied by a couple of seniors to clean the stinky toilet bowls in the bathroom, but had accidently slept beside one. How I had survived the humongous humiliation on that day, still questions me.

"Hullo there, fellow human being of Earth," I greeted Weird Brows, waving my hand slightly at him.

He chuckled lightly at me before pointing his index finger towards me and turning to Hitsugaya. I jumped slightly as he pointed at me and fumed. Doesn't he know that it is plain RUDE to point fingers at people? I was feeling a bit more jumpy than usual, but that was just a side-effect from being on my (-insert a groan here-) PERIOD. "So that's yer new sixth-seat, eh Hitsugaya-taicho? She's cute, very," he grinned.

My ears perked up. "Eh?" I exclaimed, jumping forward towards Weird Brows. "Y-you're a sh-shinigami?"

He chuckled at my face before answering me. "Yep, the one and only fukutaicho of the 12th Division."

"Wow~!" I said in awe. He seems soooo cool, I thought, but, now that I re-think about it, Rukia-chan always told me that he was somewhat clumsy... must've been the lack of Coca-cola I suppose.

"Oh, don't buy that whole cool act, girl. In reality, Renji's just some weird sap with crazed up eyebrows who can't even get his own girlfriend," I heard Ichigo speak out, followed with a loud slam (the DOOR, people! The DOOR!).

The shiny glimmers that were stuck all over Renji (I remember now) disappeared in a blink of an eye. "Oh," I stated boredly, trotting towards the couch Hitsugaya was sitting on to sit beside the literally cool boy.

Suddenly, a small brown squarangular pillow whizzed pass my head. Me, startled to suddenly find a small brown squarangular whiz its way pass my head, clutched onto Hitsugaya's arm. Surprisingly, the icy captain didn't shove it off or glare indecisively at it as soon as I made contact. I glanced at Ichigo. Apparently, the pillow had hit him. "Oof!" he managed to yell as soon as it hit him. A moment after, the dandelion losed balance and fell down. I was pretty sure he was screaming "CURSE YOU, GRAVITY! AND YOU TOO, ISAAC NEWTON FOR DISCOVERING THIS FUCKING THING!" because... that's what I would do...

"That's what you get, you know-it-all, for ruining my chances of getting a cute girl like her - for the UMPTEENTH time today!" I heard Renji blare out.

"I'm actually protecting the girls from you, you dope!"

Then they started bickering like 3 year-olds. I turned to Hitsugaya. As per usual, there was a small vein popping out of his forehead. I let go of his arm and covered my ears as I knew that he would -

"CAN YOU IDIOTS SHUT THE HELL UP? THE BOTH OF YOU ARE ACTING LIKE KIDS!"

- explode with fury at any second now.

Renji immediately sewed his mouth shut and stood up straight with his hands, which were hitting Ichigo on the head just now, by his sides. "Y-yessir!" he sweatdropped. While the Seireitei-knowned Strawberry only crossed his arms and glowered rather indecisively at the Ice Cube (Hitsugaya, people). This caused 'o' Ice Cube to glare sharp daggers right back at Strawberry. Weird Brows only stood helplessly in between them. This meant that I (of all the people in the world) was forced to break the moment. Luckily, I have had some experience since I've succesfully tried to get in between Reaper and what's-his-name's fight-to-be. They would've been fighting over what bra size Matsumoto-chan wears in the next few minutes if I hadn't.

I cleared my throat loudly. "A-hem!" This didn't really caught much of their attention, but thankfully both of them uttered back a "What?" Again, I cleared my not really uncleared throat before saying "Knock, knock."

Silence.

I pointed forwards. "You're suppose to say 'Who's there'?" I told them.

Strawberry and Weird Brows exchanged glances, while Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan (Ice Cube wouldn't make him as annoyed as calling him Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan) only sighed in disbelief at me. In the end, Ichigo was the one who shrugged and said "Who's there?"

I smiled cheekily at the three of them and said, "Orange."

"Orange, who?" Renji asked me, playing along.

"Orange."

Again, Weird Brows and Strawberry exchanged glances. "Err... orange, WHO?" Strawberry asked me.

I fiddled around with my front bangs for a moment. "O-range," I sang.

It was Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan's turn now because I noticed him twitch his eyebrow in irritation. "Orange, who, Hikaru? And cut the act," he grumbled (such a party-pooper).

"Apple," I replied, grinning widely. "Aren't you glad I didn't say 'orange'?"


I now lay in a bed with an unfathomable cold due to Hitsugaya's flaming temper. I sneezed loudly and wiped the snot of my nose with a piece of tissue. This may be the last time I try to joke around with that short runt's temper! I thought icily. I mean, seriously! Can't that boy take a joke? SERIOUSLY!

I heard a door click open and flipped my body around towards the door. I was in Ichigo's room (please don't kill me, Ichigo-fans, please)... which means I'm in his bed. Hitsugaya had thrown a tantrum and freezed the entire living room with his zanpakuto. Me, due to having only worn a short miniskirt, ended up having a dreadful cold eventhough I had tried to become the peace-maker of the moment (-insert a pout here from yours truly-).

Renji had gone off to kill hollows, so Ichigo will be the one nursing me as Hitsugaya is unfreezing the living room and trying to calm himself down. "Wasurenagusa, was it? You feeling better?" Ichigo kindly asked me as he placed a bowl of soup on the side-table.

"What do you think, Strawberry-chan?" I asked him back, sitting up on his warm bed. I don't know why, but boys' beds are always so warm and cosy. Even Hitsugaya's was, eventhough he is... you know, a bit... icy.

Instead of shouting, "Who the Hell are you calling 'Strawberry-chan', girl?" again, a blush creeped up his cheeks. "Ummm... I can see your..." he muttered, looking away.

I looked down and saw my strawberry-patterned (Ichigo 100% hehehe...) panties staring right back at me. I only said "Oh," and pulled on the baggy soccer T-shirt I was borrowing from Ichigo to cover it up. Don't get any wrong ideas now. I was only wearing this particular T-shirt because my other clothes were wet and would've given me pheunominia if I hadn't changed out of it. Still, the Strawberry turned redder. I crossed my arms and huffed. "Geez, what is wrong with you boys?" I said. "You can take it when a girl's wearin' a bikini, but ya can't lookit panties, can you?"

He jerked his head around and blushed even more since I wasn't wearing a bra and my nipples were slightly showing. "Sh-shut up! I have hormones!"

I smirked and stood in a doggy position, cupping Ichigo's right cheek with my left hand. "Oh, do you, Strawberry-chan?"

This made him go strawberry red. Soon after, he hastily went out of the room, nearly tripping on air. Hehehe... I think I'll take up 'teasing boys' as a hobby now.


It's 2:37 a.m. in the morning now. Ichigo's sleeping downstairs, on the sofa. He had told me that his psycho father (he seriously said that) and his two younger sisters were out on a vacation for a week or two, so that means that won't have to worry about suddenly waking up to a man's face (Ichigo's psycho father) and two little girls (his younger sisters) saying, "Oh my God, like, what is that girl doin' in onii-chan's bed?" for, like, a billion times.

I can't sleep, eventhough I had felt so tired just a few hours ago. I rolled around the bed with the blanket wrapped all around my body. I just can't sleep. I guess it just makes sense as I've been lacking my beauty sleep for the past one and a half months due to insomnia. Yes, I am an insomniac. Blame the person who appoints diseases and such. I rolled around the bed again and saw a pair of jeans looming over me. I hastily sat up, the blanket falling off my body (such a bother since it took me around half an hour to roll it around my body). "Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan."

Hitsugaya sighed and sat down on the bed, beside me. My heart skipped a beat. But I didn't scoot away or anything. "Don't call me that, Hikaru."

"Ummm..." I muttered, fidling around with my fingers. "What're you doing here, Hitsu-taicho?"

"I suffer from insomnia. Can't sleep."

I nodded. "Oh."

A few more minutes ticked by, me blushing more madlier by the minute, and Hitsugaya staying quiet. "Ah, I also came here to say sorry," he spoke up.

My ears perked up and I smiled slyly at him. "Oh, really? Then apologize properly, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan."

He gave me a look but obliged anyway, and said, "I'm... sorry... for giving you a cold," then he jumped off the bed and (get this) instead of walking out the door, he went to the window and looked like he was going to climb onto the roof.

I held my hand out as if to stop him. "Ah, wait!"

He turned around. "What is it?"

"Nighty-night, Mr. Fluffy Hair-chan. Sweet dreams," and with that I snuggled into bed and slept soundly. That night I had this a-mazing dream that Hitsugaya quietly tip-toed back towards me and brushed my lips softly with his. And eventhough I was sleeping (and dreaming), my insides still turned to goo.