Title: Kyrie Eleison

Chapter: Detective

Disclaimer: I do not own bleach nor do I claim to. Actually, I said long ago that bleach governs over me, lol. I wanna see the fourth movie!

Listening to: Song from a Secret Garden / Romeo and Cinderella (Nico Chorus. Listen to it! It's awesome!)

Heehee…Do I sense development? However...OOCness...-sad face-

I put a small story at the end cuz I was bored...

Day 4: 10 days before Festival

"I'm sorry, I can nay stay longer." She said desperately and tried pulling away from his grip. But his hold was firm and true. His emerald eyes locked onto her dark brown ones.

"At least tell me your name?"

"I'm…no, I'm sorry but I must go!" she finally ripped herself away from his hands and attempted to run off.

"Aaaaand cut!" Called Yumi aloud as the two actors stared at her in annoyance.

"Yukina-chan, why did you cut the scene?" asked Tomoe. Hitsugaya merely sighed and sat back down in his seat, grateful that the torture was over...for now.

Yumi raised a brow. "For one, we've been doing this scene over and over again so I think it's someone else's turn to practice. The understudies are important in case something happens. Two, we need your sizes for Cinderella's dress and Romeo's costume."

For their class play, someone had written a script called: Romeo and Cinderella. Of course, the 'populars' of the class were Tomoe and Hitsugaya. Heck, Yumi wasn't surprised that Tomoe 'kindly' asked her to be her maid.

"Ooh, Toshiro-kun! Can I get your sizes?"

"No, let me do it!"

"My mom is a seamstress so I'll do it!"

Girls crowded around her desk and Yumi could barely make out his head of white hair. At this rate, she knew they would get a taste of his dragon fury so she attempted to break it up. After much pushing, she managed to get to him and grabbed his wrist.

"Oi! Back up! Hey Toshiro!" he looked at her in surprise for a moment. "I'll be the one to take your sizes. I pretty much know them kinda since I'm your sis, ne?" His tanned cheeks might have turned pink for a second, but Yumi figured it was a figment of her imagination and ignored it.

She pulled him out of the classroom and entered the science room across the hall. Since school was over, the classroom was deserted (seeing as the school is notoriously known for its low science grades). Yumi quickly shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally we're rid of those fangirls!" she smiled.

"Acting heroic there, Miyamoto?" he raised a brow. "By the way, your grip is like iron. Do you mind?" Yumi blinked before looking down at their hands to find her still holding his wrist. Her face flushed red but she then frowned slightly and her eyes became half lidded.

"Oh, do I have to let go?"

Even Yumi could feel his body tense and almost jump up. He stared at her in surprise with his mouth open.

"Miyamoto…?"

Yumi then grinned widely. "Hehe, just kidding!" she let go of his wrist and took off the cloth measuring tape from around her neck. "Well, might as well start measuring. Can you take your shirt off?"

"You know I can just—"

"Look. From here you have two options: you take your shirt off or I throw you to the fantasizing girls in the next door room." Yumi turned around to get a notebook out of her bag. Hitsugaya sighed and proceeded to unbutton his shirt. He had another one under anyway. When she faced him again he saw her hesitate before stepping forward. At this, he had to act a bit smug.

"What? Nervous?"

"Tch, you've been around those girls too much. It's not like I haven't seen you without a shirt before." She answered quickly and wrapped the measuring tape around the base of his neck. At the memory of that crazy day, she shook her head violently. "Now hold still…"

At this close proximity, the wheels in his mind began turning. Now what? He had been thinking all day on what Eiko told him. So now what? Would he say, "Hey, I don't know you very well. What's your favorite color, food, and places?"

'Urgh, that sounded so stupid… Think Hitsugaya think…'

Meanwhile, Yumi tried to ignore the tickling sensation of his breath on the top of her head. 'When did he get this tall? The top of my head only meets his nose now. Before, we were practically the same height! Urgh!' She shook her head and pulled away to write down the set of numbers. "Arms up." His tanned arms lifted and she wrapped the tape around his upper chest. With this, Yumi was even closer than before. Her finger slipped for a second but she regained hold of the tape.

Once again, she removed the tape and jot down the numbers.

"Y'know…you're kinda quiet. Anything bothering you?" Yumi asked as she proceeded to measure his waistline.

"…Can I ask you something?"

Yumi laughed a little. "You just did. But alright. What's killing you?"

"Erm… What interests you?"

She raised a brow ever so similar to his. "Did Rangiku put you up to this or Archer?"

"Shut up!" he scoffed and looked away. She could have sworn she saw a slight hint of pink on his tanned cheeks. "I mean…we've known each other for a while now and we barely know anything about the other." He explained without making eye contact with her. He couldn't believe he was letting up his pride just to know more about her. "Tch…never mind."

"…quiet places." She answered simply and once again wrote down a size. "Done. I refuse to do your inseam! Make Archer or Ichigo do it."

"Kurosaki? Yeah right!" he scoffed and pulled his shirt back on. "Anyway, I figured you'd be the type to enjoy company…"

"What's your best stress reliever?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You started it."

"That's hardly a reason, Miyamoto."

Yumi wagged her finger in front of him. "Nope! Call me by my name. Remember? We're at school, Toshiro!"

"There isn't anyone here!" he protested. "And didn't you ask me this a million times? I am not calling you by your name, Miyamoto. It's—it's not—"

"Ah! Yu-mi-ko!"

"No, it's 'Yukina', idiot."

"See? You're already on the right track. Practice makes perfect!" Yumi began packing up her things and pulled her sweater on. "C'mon, Toshiro!" As she ran out, he watched her retreating form and frowned. Something was wrong…very wrong. He was supposed to say something but he was silent. It took him a while to realize that he didn't correct her this time. It took him a while to realize that he rather liked her calling him by his name.

"Hm, maybe I should start practicing…" he mumbled, a pink hue adorning his face once more. He put a hand to his face and groaned. "God that sounded so stupid…"

The cruel crack of the ruler slapping against the table caused her to flinch. When her eyes tentatively opened, she was met with the same scene. Her angry father was pacing near his desk. Occasionally he would stare at her and then continue pacing.

"Daddy, I-I'm sorry!"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Tomoe!" he snapped as she winced. He sighed deeply and finally opted to sit down in his large leather chair. He took off his glasses to rest his tired brown eyes and began cleaning the lenses. Afterwards, he ran his fingers through his slicked back black hair. "Look…funds are lacking right now. These students don't know the meaning of student loans and deadlines. Either I get that money by the end of the week or they're kicked out!"

"I understand, daddy…" she mumbled fearfully and slowly began to inch away from him. When she managed to touch the door handle, he spoke up again.

"That Fukuyama Eiko… She hasn't given a payment in a while, correct?"

"Yes. She came by here, remember?"

"Yes, I believe she did…" he hummed in thought as a dark grin spread across his face. "Perhaps we should make an example of her?"

"How so?" asked Tomoe. She tried to mimic his sly tone but putting up with him was beginning to irk her greatly.

"Rough her up a bit. Take some of the counsel girls and play. Alright? When you're done, feel free to speak with your mother."

Her dark eyes brightened considerably and she smiled. "I can see her?"

"Yes, yes, now go before I change my mind!" he waved her off dismissively. She rushed out of the room as he smirked. Both files of the recent transfer students were open on his large desk. "Hitsugaya again I see… This has gotten interesting."

A knock on the door interrupted his scheming and he grumbled silently.

"Come in." Through the door, a dark haired individual came inside. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie and his silver eyes stared at the vice-principal playfully.

"Hey, old man."

The older male leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table and resting his lips against his entwined fists. He raised a brow and studied the boy with a cold calculating eye. "Hello, boy. To what do I deserve this visit?"

"Cut the crap, Shinji. Get the hell out of that stupid disguise. And for the last time, don't call me 'boy!'" Daichi rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the large chairs in the room. "If you weren't so vital in our plans, I would have locked you up in a windowless room forever."

"Aw, don't be like that!" At the snap of his fingers, the illusion melted away. His black hair was now spiked and blonde, and his eyes switched from dark brown to green. The suit he wore also changed to a simple black vest and button down shirt, similar to a butler. A black rose was pinned to his shirt pocket. He grinned smugly and leaned back into the comfortable leather chair, crossing his legs in the process. "You know you can't be rid of me, buddy!"

"Unfortunately," Daichi sighed disappointedly and then crossed his arms. "So, about that progress report? Boss wants it ASAP."

"Ah, yeah. Let's see…" the man known as 'Shinji', rummaged through a drawer and pulled out three folders. "Here ya go. Although I have to wonder why he wants files on these humans. Their spiritual pressure isn't anything special."

"It's not the present state of the soul he's interested in. It's the previous condition." When Shinji gave the fellow daemon a blank stare, Daichi sighed. "You know that when a soul dies, it's reborn somewhere else. A human gets transferred to Soul Society. When a soul dies there it gets reborn in the human world, right?" The blonde nodded slowly and the dark-haired male rolled his eyes. "If so…then where do we daemons go?"

"Hm…you got a point there. We got no place in heaven or hell. Guess we got the short stick, huh Daichi?" he chuckled and stood up. "Alright man, I gotta get back to reconnaissance work. It's the only thing I got going, yeah? You should go before anyone comes in."

"Why? It's not like I got anyone in particular chasing me."

"Let the female populace of the school see you and you'll see. You also got another target in the folders. Fukuyama Eiko's her name." Shinji snapped his fingers and a dark red reiatsu surrounded him. His features changed once more, back into the vice-principal of Karakura High. His voice deepened from its normal pitch as well. The smug look never vanished though. "Off with you then, boy."

Daichi flinched and then grinned, the corners of his mouth twitching as well. "By the gods above Shinji… I will hang you from the tallest spire of hell before you can say 'mercy.'"

"Like hell you will!" a voice snapped as a loud crash was heard from inside the apartment. Reisha paced around like a caged tiger with a cell phone in her hand. A chuckle was heard on the speaker and she growled in response. "This is your fault in the first place! Why should I clean up your freaking mess?"

"In any event, he managed to obtain the information we needed on the war. Don't forget, Adachi. We had a deal, remember? You need to hold up your side of the bargain." The male on the other side of the line spoke. "Your servitude for his freedom, yes?"

She scoffed. "Tch, yeah. Kill the girl. I know that!" Reisha fell onto the couch and then blew dark strands of hair out of her face. Perhaps it was time to cut it again? "But bringing him into the picture was not part of our deal! You know, I almost got screwed because of your shitty security!"

"…Our 'shitty' security, as you say, has managed to hold both you and Kitazawa for a reasonable amount of time in the past. You do remember that, yes?"

"Yeah, but that ass was in charge then. At least he had a pair—"

"Adachi!" he snapped and she was silenced momentarily. "…Alright, we'll handle that him so he doesn't get in the way of your mission anymore. Is that a reasonable enough compromise?"

"Give him a thrashing for me while you're at it or so help me I'll do it myself." She vowed and snapped the phone shut. Reisha let out an exasperated groan and buried her face in her hands. "Gods…this is so confusing!"

"What's confusing?" asked the familiar voice from the doorway. Reisha lifted her head to see Archer staring at her with a brow raised. A plastic bag filled with something caught her eye.

"What's in the bag?"

"Yumi needed a few things for the festival so I picked them up for her." He set the bag down on the table and then crossed his arms over his chest. "Mind telling me who you were with on the phone?"

"…"

She went silent but kept his gaze. He frowned and then set something else on the table in front of her. "Here. I figured I should I should get you something. The guy at the store said he had extra so he gave it to me for free." After he quietly left the room, she picked up the small curious object. It was a small black compact mirror that had gold gilding on it. She flipped it open and saw her reflection. Tired and dull violet eyes stared back at her as she blinked. When had she gotten bags under her eyes? And was her hair that messy?

Reisha recalled a time when someone told her to grow her hair out because it looked prettier. She had to laugh and a terrible (Yet playful) beating was wrought onto the speaker. Keeping it long was a hassel. It got in the way of her missions anyway and was a pain to care for. It got tangled easily and was a distraction. But…for a long while after his words, she felt a bubbly feeling in her chest whenever she found him catching glimpses of her hair. For a while, when she would bring a gleaming pair of scissors to her locks, she would hesitate.

Her mind reeled back to the 'incident' all those years ago and dropped the compact mirror she forgot was in her hands. It didn't break and instead reflected her shaken expression in its gaze.

She didn't pick it back up until Archer came back into the room, looking utterly clueless and worried about her strange behavior.

The walk back was pleasantly quiet. Hitsugaya was mainly leading the way in front while Yumi strayed a bit behind, taking in the beautiful changing leaves of the fall basking in the sunset's glow. Back in Soul Society, it hardly got like this. There were more trees here. All the forests were farther out, farther than where Yumi was allowed (Not that it stopped her occasionally). She was about to turn on a street when she noticed her captain turning the other way.

"Hitsugaya-kun? Where are you going?"

"You wanted to know my biggest stress reliever, didn't you?" he answered cryptically as she nodded slowly. She continued to follow him up the hill and was surprised to see him jump over the railing of the road. There, he leaned against the metal and looked ahead. "Well, this is it."

Yumi was confused. He was just looking up and resting against the railing (Which didn't look very comfy). Shrugging, she joined him and suddenly gasped. In front of her was most of Karakura Town. The hues of red and orange bathed the town in warm light. It was much more beautiful than the walk here.

"Wow…"

"Toshiro."

She blinked twice and turned to him in curiosity. "What?"

"My name," he rose a brow at her.

"I know that's your name, idiot. I'm wondering why you said it."

"You didn't say it before," he pointed out and she tried thinking back to when she didn't.

"But…I did."

"No, you called me 'Hitsugaya-kun'." He answered. She blinked before smiling slyly at him. When he felt her eyes on him, he shifted uncomfortably and turned back to the sky.

"But we're not at school."

"Practice makes perfect."

Yumi had to grin. She had just said that an hour ago and the fact he used that as a retort was a little…cute. "What about Taicho?"

"I don't need you calling me a captain and blowing our cover, Miyamoto."

"I mean when we get back to Soul Society. And I'm Yukina, remember?"

"Then just call me whatever you like," he sighed and stepped over the railing. "C'mon. Let's go back before Matsumoto begins to think I kidnapped you."

"Alright, Toshiro!" she giggled and followed behind him obediently. As they walked, she noticed him glance back at her every now and then before he sighed again and turned halfway.

"You walk too slow!" Hitsugaya huffed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Hurry up…" He hesitated and then murmured something quietly. Yumi blinked before laughing and running ahead of him. In the process, she bumped into him playfully. "Hey!"

"It's about damn time!" she laughed playfully and ran ahead. The white-haired captain chuckled. If all he had to do was say her name to make her so happy, he would have done it earlier.

A/N: I know, it's been months! I'M SORRY! But I'm tryin'! I lost inspiration for a while and decided to outline my outline, XD. It worked.

Bonus Story: The girl who could not beat Death, but did

...It sounds serious but it was meant to be funny...

"Black jack."

"Damn it!"

"Heh...another one for me." the cloaked figure chuckled beneath his black hood. Yumi pouted and shuffled the cards.

"No fair... How come you always win?"

He shrugged and began examining his bony fingers. "I win because I have nothing to lose. You simply cannot cheat Death, Miyamoto-san."

The brunette narrowed her eyes and smirked. "Fine. One more game and I'll offer you something precious of mine."

'Death', if he could, raised his brow in interest and then rested his chin on his hand. "What more could you offer me, Shinigami?"

Yumi leaned over and whispered into his ear. His empty eye sockets piqued in interest and he nodded his head. The female Shinigami extended her hand of flesh to his bony one.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

Later that day

"...How...? How could I have been...defeated?"

"You brought it upon yourself. Poor soul... Shall I have mercy?"

"No, a deal is a deal... You played your part well." The lord of death chuckled, its hollow sound resounded sadly. "It's remarkable. You are the first to beat death in such a way. What is this game? It was quite intriguing" Bodies lay strewn about, lying prone in all directions and ways. Moans of pain ecaped many as well as the dead silence of others. Crimson liquid was spilt all around the floor and a sharp stench filled the air, like bile, sickness, and hot curry infused cake.

Yumi grinned evily and held both a joker and a king in her hand. "Mafia, Orihime style."

"Yes, I see. So this human's cooking can even affect a god...impressive-or shall I say dangerous..." he coughed, still feeling the lingering effects of her red bean and mustard ramen, and mapo tofu surprise... Never...again...

"Now, pay up!"

"Here. I leave this to you... And I pray I never see you in the near future," Death shuddered and offered her a package wrapped in black silk. "Lest I risk the chance of becoming your opponent once more."

"Point taken. Now get outta here before my captain sees me messing with ya." When the bony apparition disappeared, she carefully began to unwrap the bundle until the door opened. her captain's eyes were wide open as he took in the macabre scene of most likely dead bodies on the floor of Orihime's apartment. The busty red-head was no where to be found.

"What the hell happened here?"

"Oh, nothing, Taicho." she hummed cheerfully and opened the package fully to reveal a black album. An album that would keep her black mailing business open for a loooong time. She flipped it open and quickly scanned the pictures of embarassing and top secret moments of everyone on the gotei 13. "Nothing at all."

A/N: If it's too confusing...she fed Death Orihime's cooking. As for the people...I dunno, make it up. This was a random spur of the moment thing. XD