Sorry for taking so long, but I had something else to solve first. Back to story: I promise Gin will be back soon with the explanation of that late call. Bleach © Tite Kubo

PS: Considering that when I write a fic about an anime I see it more like a movie than like a book, at the end will be some 'backstage', 'interview', 'bloopers' – depends on the chapter.

Okay, I'm gonna let you read now xD Enjoy!

III. Business

The morning wind was blowing trough the opened window moving the peach-colored veil, so the sun's rays played in the bedroom once overflowed in darkness. The walls looked even lighter in that cool blue tone and the poster cleaner, a big poster above the bed showing five boys from a Korean band named "BigBang". The light was a bit weaker in the other side of the large room, but there was "the work-zone" – an office chair in front of an elegant gray desk. On the desk were arranged some folders and some writing-object; above it was a long shelf half with books and half with CDs and DVDs. Also there was a laptop in stand-by showing that somebody worked not so long ago.

The sun lighted the boy's face that looked tired while he was sleeping. But it didn't do him move a muscle, nor the noise, nor the steps heard and nor the voice that kept calling him for ten minutes.

"I'm done!" she sighed putting a hand on her forehead. "You've been working all the night, haven't you?" but he didn't hear a word of all she said during those minutes.

The girl heard some steps behind her and felt a hand on her shoulder and a mature voice whispered "Cover your ears". Then the man walked slowly to the bed and dragged the blanket as hard as his sleeping brother fell to the ground and woke up.

"What do you think you're doing?" the boy murmured asleep.

"Waking you up? It's almost 8 o'clock, if you sleep anymore you'll late." The man answered not impressed by the voice, but knowing that was what always happened when he worked night.

"I don't care! Give me the blanket and let me sleep!"

'3…2…1' the man counted while he has been watching his brother trying to sleep again. Then, as he expected, an alerted loudly voice surrounded the room.

"What did you say? 8 o'clock?" and the boy jumped out of the bed running down the stairs but fast returned for dressing something that weren't pajamas.

He searched for a costume and soon found it, dressed it – when Hinamori wasn't there of course – and again lowered the stairs in a hurry. He took a water bottle and some money.

"Break-fast…?" the girl asked without getting an answer.

With some kind of a relief sigh, Tōshirō got out of the car letting it in the company's parking. Over slept, Momo with her arguments about the prevision incident for the whole traveling, an amend for exceeding the legal speed, delaying at work…and like it wasn't enough, he forget his badge, so Ikkaku – the guardian – was supposed to not allow him to access the company. To be honest, it would have been stupid to block your boss out of company because he had forgotten his badge. Yeah, Saturday was always so great!

When Hitsugaya opened the front door everything was strangely quite. No talks whatsoever, not even one gossip, just the sound of typing, writing, walking – just work in one word – and of course those good mornings. Murmuring the same greetings he had headed to the office when a voice suddenly called him.

"Taichō, you're late!" the pointing was somehow ironic because she usually late and now she complained to someone who was usual punctual. "Mr. Kyōraku's on the second line, he said it's something important."

"Yes, Matsumoto, I know I late, but thanks about Kyōraku." Sure it was Rangiku, who else would call him 'taichō'? After she got the job, she admitted that she used this way to address because 'boss' or 'mister' sounded too official and old, but calling him by his name would be inappropriate for their ranks. "Is that new?" the boy had added before he entered the office.

"Sorry?" the previous question didn't make any sense in that very moment.

"Your outfit. I don't think I've seen it before."

"Actually yes, I bought it yesterday. I wanted a blue shirt but I could find, so I got an orange one. It matches this skirt, don't you think?" the question was still unexpected, but the blond was so excited that someone finally noticed that she didn't mind. Then seeing as he measured her from head to toes, Matsumoto got a bit embarrassed and thought she should have shut her mouth after that 'yes' because she probably went too far. "Sorry, I guess women are the only ones interested in…shopping?"

"You probably heard it this morning, but it looks good on you."

"Y-you think so? And who should've told me this?" she had interfered surprised.

"Maybe Ichimaru?" the surprise, or maybe confusing, seemed catching.

"Right…well, he was…sleeping when I left." It was obviously a lie.

"Then, I'm sure he'll tell you later." Tōshirō decided he shouldn't get in their business, after all, Gin was the one who'll marry. "By the way, can you bring me a coffee? A strong one?" he closed the door and soon enough he got his coffee.

Rangiku sat again on her brownish chair searching for some papers with the last costs of the company. She took a big folder and a notebook which she had always used for noting important things - like the deadline for paying the bills - and, well, on its back for drawing caricatures of those who had annoyed her on the respective day. The blond traversed one hand through her hair, letting it to fall dressy on her shoulders and closed her eyes slowly showing some long eyelashes, while her mouth opened a bit letting out a small sigh. She wasn't on the mood to check all those and, anyway, who would dare to steal money in such an obvious way? Bills' checking was something that couldn't be avoided and despite what most of the employers thought about beautiful secretaries, she wasn't stupid. She had graduated at one of the best universities of the country because of her brain, not of her body. This task was so tiring, boring and mostly useless…

Besides, how could she focus on this when her mind was flying to her lovely Gin, or better said, to Gin's absent compliments. He was full awaken when she left the house, actually he had woken up before her, yet he said and did absolutely nothing to swing her – not a kiss, not a hug, not breakfast, not a sign that he noticed her new outfit, not cuddle, not even a look at her…just a blurry murmured 'Good morning, Rangiku!'. Something was terribly wrong with him, with their lately contact, or maybe…maybe he was planning something for her birthday. Yeah, tomorrow was September 29, Gin must have been so distant because he had a surprise for her and he didn't want to low the effect. That's it! This must be the reason! Dear Gin, he had always been so careful and sweet with her.

"Who is our hot secretary dreaming at?"

She was out of trance; she didn't realize she looked like she was dreaming…she was just cough in thoughts. Matsumoto raised her head a bit to look at the person who had just spoken. A tall woman was staying right in front of Rangiku's face with her lips curled into a smirk and her hands on her hips. Her short hair had a tone of red that matched perfectly with her deep green eyes, tough she used a bit too much mascara so her eyelashes seemed unnatural and the pink makeup that covered her eyelids didn't look good at all, if a bit eccentric.

"Are you dreaming at a certain young man that called me to replace you when I so wanted to go to a party?"

What? She was here for work? Oh, right, she was ready to go to a party, which explained her dress. It was very tight on her slim body and certainly advantaged her generous chest that she didn't mind to hide, but to show it with a large décolletage. The dress was eccentric in a tone of pink with too much glitter and silver fuzz. An apparently heavy necklace hanged to the low-cut neck, as well as some circling earring.

"If the one who called you here is Gin, then yes, I'm dreaming about him." The blond managed coming to her senses.

"I'm talking about Hitsugaya, he has some business with you I guess." The redhead informed her although she was 100% sure Rangiku already know it. "So what are this 'business'?"

"He said that?" the surprise in her voice was obvious. If he had business with her, shouldn't she be the first to find out?

"No!" the teasing person rolled her eyes. "But he wants me to replace you, plus Yumichiks's waiting you down. What does it tell you?" After a vague 'I guess you're right', the redhead continued more serious. "Girl, you have to open your eyes, don't use your youth on Ichimaru."

"Excuse-me? I lo-"

"Yeah, yeah, you love Gin, I know. But in life you have to choose what's better, so use your head and think to that: Hitsugaya's young, handsome and he has money, while Gin is…well, just his employer. Am I right? Sure I am." She answered her own question before Matsumoto could. "You have to rearrange your priorities! Plus, considering that he has money, he probably had a lot of women, so I bet he's good in bed too. What more do you want? Go get him, girl!"

"Haineko, if I wanted money I would marry an old rich man who'd let me all his property. And I don't care who's better in bed, I care about what I feel, what I love." Rangiku rose angry from her chair which hit violently the floor. "Besides, if he had so many women, why might make me sure he won't cheat me?"

"What makes you sure Gin doesn't?" the redhead inquired raising her voice.

"Because he's not so stupid to lose the only person who actually trusts him" A grave voice interfered and the room fell in silence. "Now, if you don't mind, cut the arguing and go back to work. All of you. Matsumoto, down, 5 minutes."

Both women nodded knowing for sure it could had been worse because he probably heard most of their arguing, including some personal stuff. He seemed pretty calm, but who knew what was hiding behind that attitude. Haineko grabbed the chair still wondering why her boss didn't say a thing about her outfit, while Rangiku left the room without any comment from the redhead secretary.

Once she lowered the stairs and reached the park she saw two people talking – Tōshirō and a taller man. She could hear what they talked about, but she had to join them anyway.

"Ah, and the lady decided to show us her beauty!" he exclaimed when he noticed the blond. Yumichika had always been a narcissist but one with a good sense of beauty. Although he always wore two quills which strangely enough highlighted his purple eyes, the black haired man was able to keep himself from creating an eccentric outfit when necessary. After all, he wasn't Hitsugaya's personal and most trustful designer for nothing! Despite the quills, he was dress pretty normally, with some dark-blue jeans a light pink T-shirt, a pair of black baskets, a scarf along with a white hat and some sunglasses.

"What am I here for?" the question was too confused for Tōshirō's liking, at the moment.

"I told you a while ago, didn't you pay attention?" he asked raising an eyebrow, but didn't wait for a properly answer because he already knew it. "Anyway, I have a meeting tonight and I'd like you to come with me."

"Why not Hinamori-chan?" she quickly asked.

"Because it might last past midnight and it sure would look well if she would yawn while we talk." Matsumoto let out a little laugh. "So we'll go there together."

"You mean like a date?"

"Not if I know what a date means, but if that helps you take it as such."

"So we don't have to kiss or take hands or…I mean, not like you wouldn't be-"

"Matsumoto, you're not coming as a wife or a girlfriend, ok? I know you'll marry and I doubt you or I would do something like that." He stopped her before she could go more agitated, though he had to admit that her reaction was a bit funny.

Backstage

Yumichika: Wait, I'm not done yet. I did only Rangiku's make-up.
Hitsugaya: He's not gonna make up me, is he?

Yumichika: Yeah, do I make him up too?
Rangiku: What? Why did Gin stop with cuddling? Was that in the scenario? It was... Do you have something to do with that?
Gin: We don't need a scenario, do we, Ran-chan? We can do that without it…or more than cuddling.
Director Stage: Hey, hey, it's not midnight yet. Be careful what you say!
Hitsugaya: Did you listen to me?
Stage Director: So here's what I want. Yumichika call Ikkaku and make sure his baldy is shining.
Ikkaku: My...bald? *mad*
Stage Director: But I like you bald! You shine like a star...no, like the sun . 'Not kidding' And I do not want any wig for him! Now, Gin, you two get in the car and...wait, do you know how to drive?
Gin: I can handle it.
Stage Director: Then get there and be ready to drive. 'God, please, protect us!' Where's Kyoraku? And where's my scenario? I need it!
Hitsugaya: You're not listening...

4 Hours Later

Stage Director: I almost forgot! Did you say something, Tōshirō?
Hitsugaya: Neverming...And it's Captain Hitsugaya for you.
Stage Director: Sorry, my bad. Ah, but read that!

Hitsugaya: Review?

Stage Director: Put some soul in it! C'mon, try again!

Hitsugaya: Matsumoto! 'Put some soul in it.'

Matsumoto: If you wanna see me in this show again, review. *kiss* Where's my sake now?

Stage Director: Cut the last part…