A/N: Wah! It's finally weekend! And I have no school tomorrow, on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday either! Muhahahaha! I'll try to write more chapters if I'll recieve a lot of reviews! So pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase review guys ok? pwease? pweasee? xDDD ok I'll stop nagging! Here's chapter 7!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH

Chapter 7: Shirou-chan and Bed-wetter-Momo.

"Hey, where's Momo?" Renji asked as he uncomfortably tried to loosen his red necktie that matched his hair.

Rangiku looked at Rukia and Orihime for help, and the two girls ran beside her laughing nervously "She had stomach-ache!"

"She didn't want to be seen!"

"She went to the restroom!"

The three girls blurted out excuses at the same time. Rangiku took a step forward, closing her eyes as she put her hand on the red haired boy's shoulder, a fake tear at the corner of her eye "It's a girl's thing!" Rukia and Orihime, who were behind Rangiku, nodded with serious faces.

Ichigo and Renji eyed the three girls suspisciously. Rangiku thightened her grip on Renji's shoulder, her long nails threatened Renji's suit to rip, her iron grip on his shoulder and her believe-me-or-i'll-kill-you smile made the boy gulp and nod.

Toushirou stared at the beauty standing beside him. They were still at the catering side of the room, Momo was eating some food, her hand holding the small white plate.

'Why the hell does she have to hide?'

Momo felt him stare at her. She turned titled her head to the side and looked at him "Is something wrong, Hitsugaya-kun?"

He shook his head "I'm just not used to see you like this."

Momo smiled apologetically "I'm sorry, I look weird, don't I?"

"Yes, you really look weird."

Momo frowned, and looked at the students from her school chatting ang laughing.

"But you don't look bad either."

Momo looked at Toushirou with wide eyes. He looked somewhere else, Momo knew somehow he was embarrassed. She smiled "Hey are you trying to compliment me?"

Toushirou glared at her "I'm not, I'm just saying that you don't look as ugly as you usually do."

Momo frowned "You're so mean! Is that the way you treat someone who's helping you?"

"I blackmailed you. If I didn't do so, you wouldnt've helped me. So this is more likely you doing this for yourself."

Momo silently put her plate on the table and glared at Toushirou "You're the one who forced me. You should be grateful." she walked away

"Where are you going now?" Toushirou asked crossing his arms over his chest

The music stopped for a second, the lights went off and the spotlight was now on Yuki who was standing in front of the orchestra with a mike in her hand "Good evening everyone! Thanks for coming!"

Yuki kept blabbing over and over, so Momo took the opportunity to sneak away.

"So, everyone, please put your masks on!" Yuki said happily as her lightspot was turned off.

The room was dark pitch, everyone was muttering and everyone put their mask on.

Momo was now running, looking for her friends, she quickly put her black and white butterfly mask, covering almost all her face.

The lights went back on.

Toushirou noticed that Momo disappeared from his side. Sighing he put his mask on and walked around looking for the brunette girl.

"Rangiku-chan!" Momo walked to her friends, smiling brightly and the girls

"Momo!" Rangiku chirped happily, hugging the brunette. Orihime and Rukia followed suit and hugged Momo.

"Nice mask there, Rukia-chan!" Momo giggled as she stared at Rukia's chappy-mask

Rukia frowned "Hey, it's cute! No one said that a chappy-mask was forbidden here."

Momo laughed "I know I know."

"Hey Rukia! Your brother's looking for you!" Ichigo ran to the girls and stopped for a second staring at Momo. "Is she a friend of yours?"

Rangiku laughed anxiously "Yeah!"

Ichigo smiled "I'm Kurosaki Ichigo." He shook Momo's hand who smiled back "I'm Momo-!" Momo quickly put her hands on her mouth, silently cursing herself for telling her name.

The orange haired boy looked at her confused "Momo? Really? You know, I have a friend named Momo too! I guess Momo is really a common name… But now that I look at you closer…" Ichigo looked closely at Momo's covered face "You somehow look familiar."

Rangiku jumped in the conversation "Aye! That's because she's our Momo-chan's cousin!"

"Cool, they have the same name?" Ichigo said completely oblivious

The girls nodded furiously, and Renji came "Yo!" and he stopped on his tracks staring at Momo. "You-!" he pointed his finger at Momo "Aren't you the model on the Chanel thing?"

Momo started to fidget "Uhm… I…"

"What are you saying Renji? She's Momo's cousin! And did you know that her name's Momo too?" Ichigo said as he punched lightly Renji's arm "And how do you know if she's that model or what on the Chateux thing if she's wearing a mask?"

'Things are getting complicated here.' Rukia thought and then spoke "It's Chanel you know!"

"Well Momo-san is Momo-chan's cousin and she's a model too!" Rangiku laughed nervously patting hardly the boys' shoulders.

Someone suddenly put their arm around Momo's slim waist and took by surprise the gang.

"I'm sorry, I'll have to borrow Momo for a minute." Toushirou smiled at the girls who almost melted and dragged Momo away.

Rangiku, Orihime and Rukia had their mouths wide open.

"You girls better close your mouth or a bee might get in your mouth." Renji shuddered at the thought "That's a bad thing."

"Wasn't that Toushirou?" Ichigo asked looking at the couple walking away

"Damn to the yes!" Rangiku stared star struck "Oh my God I didn't know they were like that!"

"Hey, where are you dragging me now?" Momo whined as she tried to get away from Toushirou's vice grip.

"Just shut up" Toushirou groaned

"Let me go!"

"What was her name again?" Yuki asked nonchalantly to Azusa

"Who?"

"The bitchy girl with Toushirou."

Azusa stared at his girlfriend "She's Momo-chan."

"And surname?"

Azusa shrugged.

"You!" Yuki yelled at one of the butlers running around with a trey full of champagne glasses "Go at the entrance and ask the guards if there's anyone named 'Momo' in the list."

The butler nodded, bowed at Yuki and left doing as he was told to.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?" Momo asked after she finally gave up to be freed

"Yuki's starting to look for informations about you."

Momo looked at Toushirou "She doesn't even know my surname. No one in showbiz does… wait, hey why are we here?"

The two of them were standing in the middle of the room, where couples were dancing slowly along the rhythm of the love song in the background.

"Hey what the-" before she knew it, Toushirou already put his arms around her waist and interwitted his hands resting them on her lower back, right above her butt. She stared at him completely shocked, as their faces were only a few inches apart.

He suddenly leaned over her, his breath fanning on her ear "We'd be too suspicious if we went somewhere private to talk about this. There are small cameras all around this place."

Momo nodded and put insecurely her arms around his neck, her purse hanging by her wrist. She looked around the room, on the corners of the ceiling and she found some cameras "Oh my God, there really are cameras."

"Hush. That's not what we're worrying about now." Toushirou and Momo kept dancing slowly at the pace of the music "You're in big trouble; Yuki's starting her research on you."

Momo sighed "As I said, no one knows my real surname in showbiz."

"But your manager does, right?" Toushirou was whispering in Momo's ear, shudders kept running down her spine. "You better tell your manager to be careful."

Toushirou shifted his hands behind Momo's back "and you have another problem." He said in a serious voice

Momo got worried "What else now?"

"Your butt is flat."

Momo pinched the back of Toushirou's neck "Hey! That hurt!"

Momo frowned like hell "You're a pervert! Hentai! Ecchi! Disgusting! Stalker!"

"Stalker has nothing to do with perverts. And I was just telling the truth."

Momo stepped on his black leather shoes with her high heels

The boy winced in pain and he pinched Momo's back.

"My butt's not flat. Asshole." She muttered.

"Flat-butt."

"Toushirou-sama? Is that you?" an old man asked the white haired boy.

"Yes, Mr. Takarada-san." Toushirou greeted politely, bowing slightly

The old man laughed "I knew it! I quickly recognized those white spiky hair! How's your father doing? Is he here?"

"Oh no, he's very busy with work."

"Such a shame." The old man shook his head and then looked at the beautiful girl standing beside Toushirou "And who's this fine lady?"

Toushirou smiled his gentleman smile "She's my girlfriend."

Momo blushed and looked down at her feet.

"A real beauty indeed." Takarada kept staring at Momo "Is she a model perhaps? I think I saw her in some of my daughter's magazines a few times." He shook Momo's hand "It's nice to meet you miss…?"

Momo smiled "I'm Momo."

"Just Momo?" the old man asked curiously

At this point Momo's hand started to sweat. "Momo Konishi…"

"Konishi? Such an unusual surname!" The old man laughed "Well, I wouldn't want to ruin your evening." Takarada sighed "Ah… young love…"

Momo and Toushirou said their goodbyes to the old man, and they went to the tables.

"So?" Yuki asked impatiently as she sat on the most decorated table. It was big and round, covered by violet silk.

The butler beside her gave her a small piece of paper "My lady, these are all the girls named Momo in this party. But none of them seem like a model."

"Shit. Go away!" Yuki sent away the butler rudely, who humbly walked away.

"Calm down Yuki, you'll get wrinkles if you keep up like that." Azusa said laughing

"I don't even remember inviting any model here…" Yuki said as she looked at the names on the list, the pictures of the girls beside each name.

"Well! After all these years we found each other yet again! And now we're together!" A woman that looked like she was around her mid-fifties said as she took the man's hand beside her smiling.

Momo and Toushirou mentally sighed. The old lady at their same table started talking when they asked if they could sit with them about her whole life.

'The torture's over!' Momo thought happily.

"Well what about you two? Please do tell us how you met and everything else!" the old woman smiled happily at the young couple standing before them.

"Uhm… we…" Momo looked at Toushirou for help, but he smiled his gentleman smile at her, but only she knew what was behind that fake smile

"Baby you should tell them." Toushirou said faking sweetness.

Momo wanted to frown and punch the shit out of Toushirou but she couldn't.

'You sure you'll come up with a good idea.'

Momo remembered what Toushirou said at their "date" the day before. She mentally smirked 'I'll so bring you down in my story! Muhahahaha!'

She smiled "We met when I was going on a business trip. It was in the airplane." She faked an innocent and sweet look at Toushirou "Shirou-chan here was sooo sick, and I had to take care of him."

Toushirou's face went pale

"He would kept throwing up, and he was getting green. Sometimes he'd even cry."

The old lady and Momo giggled clapping their hands together "Awww Shirou-chan is such a cute nick-name!"

Toushirou then smiled too. Momo froze.

"Well, yeah, that's how we met." Toushirou smiled taking Momo's hand.

She gulped.

"Then we started going out, and she often comes to sleep at my place." Toushirou looked at the elder couple sitting in front of them "And after some night activities, Momo would sometimes wet the bed." Toushirou smiled at Momo "Right, bed-wetter-Momo?"

Momo blushed madly. Specially after Toushirou said "night activities."

"Mou! That's not true!" Momo pouted and her table-mates laughed at her face. "And you're the one to talk, Shirou-chan. You'd always fart in your sleep."

Toushirou didn't loose his gentleman façade "And you'd always burp. Really unlady-like but I still love you, bed-wetter-Momo."

"Bed-wetter-Momo? What the hell?" Momo huffed like a kid crossing her arms in front of her chest. She was in Toushirou's car now, sitting next to him as he drove her home.

"Well what about Shirou-chan? It's irritating!" Toushirou laughed "But bed-wetter-Momo is hilarious!"

Momo pouted "Jackass!"

Toushirou smiled "Thanks." Somehow his voice sounded different.

Momo looked at him. He was smiling his real smile. "What for?"

"You're really helping me a lot." He looked at her. The streets were empty, it was 2 am.

Momo blushed "I think you drank too much champagne at the party." She looked out of the window and clicked the button to roll it down "Wah, it's getting hot." Toushirou looked back at the road in front of him.

Momo glanced at him from the corner of her eyes 'Uhh… Why is my heart beating like this?'. She took her clip off, her hair being combed up for too long, fell in soft curls, the wind coming through the window made her hair swiftly move along. "Dang my head hurts like hell. The clip was way too tight."

"Then I'll see you another time." Momo said "Thanks for taking me home."

Toushirou simply nodded "Ja." And he drove away.

Momo silently walked to her room. She closed the door behind her back and slid down sitting on the tatami floor, leaning against the door.

She put her hand on her chest.

'Why was it beating faster? Am I sick?'

Momo just shrugged it off and changed to her PJs and went to sleep.

A/N: So? How was it? I hope you guys liked it! Dang I have so many ideas in my mind right now! I'll update if you guys review! I don't think I'm asking for the impossible... am I? xDDD yet again please reviewwwwwww :D