I'm back! Four things before the chapter:

1. Finally, Summer Holiday! *dance*

2. Yes, my best friend is a bad influence (around the last paragraphs you'll see what I'm talking about)

3. It's not beta-red because my beta-reader was busy lately and I can't wait anymore (I have to keep up with the other stories) xD

4. I started a new HitsuHina fic - Poison xD


Chapter 3: Can a dance bring hotness?

She didn't have time to ask how he had known her name.

In front of Hinamori was a long table, but with only five chairs and all of them occupied. The teens seemed to not even notice her. There were a carrot-top who was arguing with a red-head one about a girl named Rukia and a grinning guy that gave her shivers and on whose lap was staying the strawberry blond – Rangiku, the only name she had memorized yet. Her attention was dragged by a brunette and the loud wrecks of Ichigo and Renji. So she's Rukia… Momo guessed surprised by the girl's force. Then another busted student, the one that was the worst cooker as someone warned her, jumped from her place and stretched her hands in both parts asking the three of them to stop the fight.

…And then was Toushiro.

…Also, no free chair for her. She stood there, unnoticed, for a couple of minutes then giving a sigh she looked around for a table where she could eat.

"Meany!" Hinamori startled at the sudden voice. "You never sit down when a lady sits up." She laughed slightly at the sigh – Matsumoto had just slapped Toushiro's back causing him to hardly swallow the piece of food he was currently eating and a rough couch as well.

"Excuse his manners." The blond said sarcastically turning her attention to the brunette that had a platter in her hands and that was when Momo realized she was the 'lady'. "Since he doesn't move, you can stay on his lap." Rangiku smirked.

"And who gave you the right to command?" the boy interfered when he managed to get rid of the coughs.

"As the magistrate I am and with the power I was invested with, I command you to give her your sit or to let her stay on your lap." The busted-girl declared authoritatively playing her role of the theatre class.

"She can drag a chair." He answered annoyed.

The blond rose on her feet and put another chair around the table murmuring something about bad manners even though she wasn't the one to talk considering hers. She made a sign to Hinamori to stay and landed again on her boyfriend's embrace.

"Sorry for earlier," she laughed nervously "I was so caught in thought that I didn't really see you." She earned a shy smile. "So! If someone" she made the last word longer that necessary "hadn't presented you to the others, as I supposed he did, here's a part of the group. Guys!" everyone around the table turned to her with a questioned look. "First, I'm Rangiku Matsumoto, you'll hear a lot about me." Modesty wasn't one of her qualities. "He's Gin, the best guy ever, but don't you think to seduce him 'cause he's mine, okay? Now, there's Ichigo," she pointed to the carrot-top, then to the tattooed male "The pineapple is Renji, but he hates to be called 'pineapple' so you can call him as such freely." She smirked evilly at Abarai and slowly turned to the blue-eyed girl. "She's Rukia, and the best cooker ever, Orihime. You have to try her cookies." In the short moment of the two blonds' dreamy world, everyone around the table made his or her own sign to never try Inoue's cookies.


The next hours seemed like hell as well – the whole thing with the presentation, the fans in ecstasy and the desperate try to get out of the classes alive. Like it wasn't enough, the map Aizen gave her combined with her orientation talent wasn't helpful at all and she didn't know anyone around who could ask without getting assaulted. As far as Momo remembered, when the gang scattered in different classes, he wrote on a paper everyone's timetable just in case she would get lost around the school's halls, so she searched in her satchel the page. After finding it, the brunette decided to search for Rangiku, since the blond seemed the closest – even a new student could find the school's yard!

She wandered inside the building for half an hour and started to lose the hope that she will be able to find the girl before the midnight. She picked up the phone to announce her boyfriend that she needed a little help to left the place – for such a small town, the high school was damn big -, but she hung up when she heard a song. It was slow and rhythmical and sad, but beautiful. Though Matsumoto told her she had training with the cheers – since she was the cheerleader - and certainly it didn't sound like a matching song, Hinamori headed to the source of the music.

It was a big room with a wall fully covered by two huge mirror in front of which was a long bar like the ones used by ballerinas, in one corner were two chairs, a table and a stereo that was playing a CD. Inside the class she could see two teenagers dancing on the beautiful song, she recognized the boy, but not the girl. They were dancing together, moving their bodies like they were exercising some kind of ballet with lifts and artistic jumps – it was actually contemporary. It was a story transposed into dance steps, a story between two lovers describing the betrayal, the madness and yet, the love left between them. The moves were following the lyrics and the rhythm in the same time, the expressions of the dancers identifying with the characters' giving the impression that they had the same emotions as the storyline presented and the interpretation was so expressive that it made you feel that you are part of the story and somehow that you can be one of the characters. Yet, there was something missing – they were working together, but the distance between them seemed kilometric, the theatre they were playing wasn't enough to fool a professional's eye – enough to fool most of the students, including Momo -, yes, they were good, but they didn't feel for each other the love the song called, they were partners and nothing more.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" someone whispered softly behind the brunette's ear causing her to startle and turn around only to see Rangiku watching the same show as her and being as caught with it as her.

"I didn't know he does ballet." Hinamori chuckled since the image of a guy as him doing ballet was unexpected and somehow funny.

"Ballet?" Matsumoto gave her a confused look but the arching of her eyebrows softened quickly remembering that Momo was new around. "It's not ballet." She laughed lightly. "It's contemporary dance, pretty popular in the actual competitions if not necessary."

"Wait, you mean they are practicing for a competition?"

"Yes." The blond put her index finger on her bottom lip. "In fact, all students around are doing the same. Every year is an international dance contest and all schools that have a choreography profile – meaning every art school as our dear one – are asked to participate. The big prize being a scholarship and trust me the yearly payment for an art school is damn high, there are many dancers competing."

"Are you going too?"

"Of course! That scholarship wouldn't bother me since my parents keep telling me that I have to take good marks to prove them that they don't pay for nothing." She struggled. "You know the old speech." The teen smiled remembering the previous competition. "Last year I was for the first time there and it was unbelievable awesome. I was supposed who participate with Gin as partner, but since he was hit somewhere by a ball meanwhile a soccer game, I convinced Toushiro to dance with me. And guess what? We got the second place on country…and the 24th in the world…" she seemed a bit disappointed but quickly came back to her happy personality. "But hey, this year will be better! I'm the cheerleader so don't tell me I can't dance and I dragged Gin in the team so he can dance too."

The blond laughed at Ichimaru's first image about being a cheer – he had thought a guy should never ever be a cheer, but he proved himself wrong…well, most of the time.

"But if Toushiro's your partner, why is he dancing with her?" Momo asked confused because she had doubts that one could be in two pairs in the same time at the same contest.

"Oh, no! Last year he replaced Gin, I told you, and it took me weeks to convince him to do so. He's so stubborn." The blond whined remembering the hard work she had put on her plan back then, but then laughed again. "Well, I guess that's why we love him, right?"

The brunette couldn't stop the smile that formed on her lips. Rangiku was so easily to talk to and so natural all the time. She was saying what she had to say and she was doing what she wanted whatever the others thought or said in front of her or behind her. The blond was so different from the others girl Momo had met – they were either crazy fans or peacock celebrities who were so kind in front of the camera but so bitchy behind it, just a bunch of fake 'ladies' that she was so tired of. And talking about crazy fans, she just realized that for the first time since she had become a VIP no one jumped on her for autographs or photos or God knows what else, but instead everyone treated her as a normal teenager, which made her half worried for her fame and half easy.

The music volume was fading determining Hinamori to look through the door's window again and see the final of the scene – the boy left as song was saying I'm holding on your robe, Got me ten feet off the ground, following the main idea of the music It's too late to apologize.

"If you're not going to improve your technique, just quit it." The girls heard from behind the door a sharp male voice making a remark about the girl's dancing skills.

"Do you really believe you can find a better partner?" The female defended herself in a blaming tone standing with her hands on her hips. "I'd rather say you are the one who can't dance." She took her leather jacket and left the room with her characteristic arrogant air.

"You skipped the training today, Yuuka." Rangiku said as the 11th grader stepped out "Or are you ashamed that I took your place as a cheerleader?" Truth to be said, Matsumoto had never swallowed her personality.

"Rangiku," the older student tried to hide the annoyance she was feeling. "I practiced the dance, though you need to do it more than me, it's proved by the partner I have" she tapped the blonde's hair lightly "But it's not your fault you suck at dancing, is it now?"

"I'm sorry, what was that? Oh, right, I think he just said you're not good enough." The teen smirked "Maybe, if you practice more, you'll be as good as I am." She touched her bottom lip as she seemed to think about the prediction. "I'm just kidding, you'll never be even close to my awesomeness." The blond smiled moving her fingers in front of the other girl the way she did when she was telling someone to leave and said in a song-like voice "Bye!"

Yuuka raised her head like she was the queen of the school and no one could ever reach her level and took a glare of the cheerleader. Murmuring 'hmpf', she stretched one hand through her brunette long hair and turned to leave hitting the blond with a strand. By her stand out lips – which were anyway full of silicone – and her narrowed green eyes that were framed by too much mascara and crowned by an over strident make-up, she was very unpleasant by Matsumoto's reply. The previous discussion was awful, but being defeated by her biggest rival was the cherry on the cake.

"Am I awesome or what?" the blond laughed turning to Momo.

"You're the best!" Although making fun of people wasn't her way, nor Hinamori could stop herself – that girl was just too overweening and someone had to give her a lesson. "She put too much lip-gloss." The brunette stated "Who was her?"

"The biggest slut you can meet in this town. Seriously, how could-"she noticed the singer's look and blushed slightly "Sorry, but you have get use with dirty language; I talk elegant compared to others."

That's what you call elegant…? Being surrounded by celebrities with manners and class most of the time, Momo was shocked to hear the way normal people were talking. Or the things they do – like the experience with the music class, which somehow transformed into math, but less important. But all in all, she could say the school day passed well and unexpected funny. At first she thought they were going to jump on her for being a VIP and she would had to hide in a locker or a bush or anywhere else where she would be able to, but instead of all the horror she imagined, she got a friendly welcome and the time spent with Rangiku's group as it was introduced to her was giving her the hope that the new school may be better than the private one where she had attended before the last events. At least, here very true students, not a bunch of faked rich ones.

"Hey, Mister Skater, you're late for work." The blond yelled reaching a higher volume than the music played at the moment.

She smiled guilty because she knew Toushiro had hated to be called 'Mister Skater' or anything that had to do with skating since… since then, but it always got his attention so she used it only in exceptional moments, when she had to tell him something important which required attention. And his job was an importing thing, right? Obviously she got an annoyed – to say at least – glare.

"What time is it?" he asked taking the CD with every song needed for the contest. His voice was soft and he looked tired because of too much training as the brunette thought – he seemed a totally different person than the one who argued with Yuuka and if she didn't see with her own eyes, she could swear that anyone who would told her was lying.

The boy put the disc inside his bag and leaned to his short towel to remove the sweat from his face, a towel that after it did its job was hung on the teen's shoulders while Hitsugaya was drinking a good amount of water. Only then Momo realized he was shirtless and, worse, she was staring at him, so she quickly turned her back to the dancing room praying she wasn't caught. Hope he didn't see me… A rather loud laughed reached her ears and she turned to the teens blushing madly.

"Like what you see?"

Hinamori turned back again cursing herself for looking and soon heard steps coming to her and closed her eyes tightly and swallowed hardly expecting some jokes.

"You can open your eyes, I have my shirt on." She took a deep breath as she felt an accelerate respiration behind her ear, then faced him with her eyebrows narrowed.

"Do not ever do that again." The brunette replaced the embarrassment with anger successful – only in front of the others two because she could still feel the burning sensation on her cheeks.

Two times in a day? What's wrong with this girl?

"It's you who came here, remember? I was just training!" it took him a minute to get out of the shock and answer properly.

"Well…" she tried though he had a point. "You shouldn't train…shirtless. It's inappropriate and disrespectful for an innocent girl who just pass by and-"

"Hot." Rangiku cut her struggling.

"What?" the brunette caught off guard.

"Hot. Sexy. You know what this means, right?"

"No! Yes, but no!" Momo blabbered and blushed even more – she wasn't used with this kind of teasing. "I know what it means, but it didn't want to say it. I mean…I…I don't think he's hot, dammit!" she pouted "Oh, no, now I'm talking like you."

"That's good! You'll fit better here like that. All we need to do now is to pair you with someone…Let's see…"

"B-but I already have a boyfriend."

"Shit."

"Yeah, Toushiro, I know you want- Hey, where are you going?" Matsumoto yelled watching as the boy started to run to the school's entrance – or exit in this case.

"I'm late at work."

Work? Does he have a job? Hinamori had been too busy with the whole incident to notice the work-discussion. As what, as a stripper? She thought sarcastically wondering what job a 16-17 years old teen that was still in high school can have (not like being a stripper at that age would be legal), but she panicked and blushed as soon as she realized what just flew through her mind. She's corrupting me… the brunette stated looking at Rangiku.

"He's hot." The blond brought her to reality. "That's what all every girl in this school says." She turned to the singer. "And I saw you staring so don't deny it. You think the same thing as them."

"No, I don't!"


I hope you like it ^.^ Now guess the job xD

Here's the dance: .com(slash)watch?v=QG0hNmCH3zI&list=PLE6506552F567D467&index=19&feature=plpp_video - It's called 'I apologize'

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