DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.

Angel and Her Little Devils

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"You are different. You're sort of one messed up girl."

-Toushiro Hitsugaya.

"This isn't going anywhere you white head, ojii-san."

-Momo Hinamori.

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I heard the loud cheers of the people behind me. "Capture Momo Hinamori." I heard them scream as they made a dash to where I am. I hissed under my breath. I am at disadvantage here, not knowing where to hide or even where to go. I'm just new for heaven's sake and I have to go under this ordeal on the first day on my new school. Hell, the dorms were scary enough and now even the whole population of the school were crazy.

"There she is!" a girl shouted, signalling the whole class to run after me. "I must get Hitsugaya-sama's kiss!" I think that was her battle cry.

I rolled my eyes. This school was just too weird and too lively. I don't get why people here would go to such high-lengths to kiss the one they like.

I gasped when I saw a boy almost get a hold of me. Damn. What a lively bunch!

I rounded in the corner of the school, painstakingly avoiding my classmates.

"I saw here go that way!" another boy yelled. Ah damn! They are getting closer to me.

I increased my pace, with no absolutely idea of where I am now. As I take a turn on the corner again, I gave a scandalous yelp when someone held my waist and pulled me into a room. I tried to get away from the grip but it was too strong for me.

"Shhh..." a velvet voice hushed me up. "You move too much."

I turned around and met the most gorgeous emerald eyes I'd ever seen, one that could only belong to Hitsugaya-kun.

"H-Hitsugaya-kun!" I stammered. "How, what, where, HUH?"

"Oh shut up," he grumbled. I could feel his hot breath on the side of my neck and that's when I realized our position. We were sitting on the floor and I am between his legs, his hands were still on my waist. I felt my cheeks heat up and looked down embarrassingly.

After a few awkward seconds, I managed to speak to him again. "Why did you save me?"

"I can't afford you get caught by one of my fan girls," he replied coolly. "I don't want to kiss some random girls." His hands let go of my waist and I can't help feeling disappointed. I don't know why but I loved his hands on there. It felt really belong. Ugh, what am I saying?

Before I could stop myself, I told him. "And yet you kissed me." My eyes widened when I said that. Damn, this tension had really gotten to my brain and blurred my senses.

"You are different. You're sort of one messed up girl," he replied. "You're not the clingy type either." He finally decided to leave the floor and stood up, towering over me. "In short, you are weird."

"What, I am weird? And what do you call yourself then? Suddenly kissing me out of the blue and marking me yours?" I puffed my cheeks in annoyance. He would not call me weird. Absolutely not. I cannot permit him. With my utmost surprise, he chuckled and bent down, giving me a flick on my forehead.

"Aw," I clasped my hand on my forehead and glared at him. Seriously, this boy can flick hard. This would definitely bruise. I rubbed my forehead to ease it from the pain and glared at him. "It hurts."

"You know, you're quite cute when angry," he told me. "Seeing you like that, makes me wanting to tease you a lot more." He sat down beside me and winked at me. "You're quite a bed wetter."

"How did you know that?" I shouted and clasped my mouth. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him smirked.

"So you wet the bed, eh?" He said in amusement. "That's rather expected of you."

No, no, no. I won't let him tease me with this. I flung my hands on his face and attempted to clean up my lost dignity. "I...I...am not wetting the bed anymore." Good one, Hinamori. Good one. You just tell him that at one point in your life, you really did wet your bed. I smacked my forehead with my hand.

He puffed an air before laughing and said, "Bed wetter Hinamori." He would not pass this opportunity to tease me, this guy.

"I'm so not a bed wetter," I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted. "This isn't going anywhere you white head, ojii-san." I frowned, scrunching my eyebrows in annoyance.

"I am not an old man." I heard him told me. I looked up and found him glaring at me. I winced at first but then brightened up when he felt annoyed.

"Ojii-san, is it then?" I laughed. "From now on, I'll call you ojii-san!" I nudged him in the elbow to tease him more.

"That's why I hate this white hair," he huffed. He sounded hurt. And suddenly I felt guilty. I rose up my hands to his hair and patted it.

"Whoa," I gaped. "I thought that your hair with be rough because it's spiky, but it really feels soft." I touched his hair and messed it up a bit. "You have a wonderful hair ojii-san. You don't have to feel inferior to it."

He smiled a bit and closed his eyes. "If I'm an ojii-san then you're a kodomo-san."

"I am so not a child." I shouted. Damn this boy.

Angel and Her Little Devils

As we heard the announcement on the whole school to go back to the classroom, I felt relieved. At least I'm not caught yet, that means, no kissing of anyone. I stepped inside the classroom with Hitsugaya-kun behind me. The room felt heavy and they all glared at me.

"Where were you?" Both boys and girls were perplexed and I gulped. "We were looking at you anywhere, wherever, whatever, whoever, but no single shadow of you! Where did you hide, Momo Hinamori?" I could feel the hostility from them. The restlessness and fatigue had really taken its toll on them. They are mumbling incoherent words already.

"Somewhere where you couldn't find me, I guess?" I replied nervously. They groaned simultaneously.

"Shut up guys," Hitsugaya-kun shouted. "You're all too noisy." And much to my surprise, everybody did shut up. He really had so much authority.

I went to my seat which Rangiku-san pointed and sat down, waiting for the teacher to come in. The door slid open and a pink-haired, child-like girl appeared before us.

"Good morning class!" she hollered.

I trembled and looked over Rangiku-san, stammering, "D-Don't tell me...she's one of our teachers?"

"Yes, her name is Yachiru-sensei!" Rangiku smiled at me, not even bothered that she's taller than our teacher. I prevented myself from fainting, not only the students are crazy, the teachers as well. And not only that, I have a dorm full of guys that could eat me anytime. Great, just great.

Angel and Her Little Devils

Author's Notes: Thanks for reading and reviewing. I really appreciate it.