'HIIIIIII!' Orihime cheered as she opened the door widely and greeted Ichigo, Rukia and Ishida with a giant grin on her face that could definitely be considered the perfect one for a tooth paste advertisement.

'Oh, hi there, are you alright? There were some strange noises coming from the house…' Ichigo pointed out, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

'Not to mention Hitsugaya-taicho's reiatsu is leaking all over the place.' Rukia commented as well, a small amused smile on her lips, since, as it seemed to be, she suspected with great correctness what the sources of the noises were…

Orihime sweatdropped and opened her moth to reply, but was cut off by a loud indignant shout coming from upstairs.

'I'm SO not wearing this, Matsumoto!!!'

'Huh? Why not?' another voice asked with confusion 'It's adorable and will do the job just fine. Good thing 'Hime had two of those… Now why don't you put on yours and we go downstairs?'

'I don't like it… Look at the color, DAMMIT! It's sooo… Uh… childish... and... girlish... ' Pause 'Give me the dinosaurs.'

'Nope, the dinosaurs are for me! They go with my hair and the one I gave you, go with yours.'

'I don't care! Give. Me. THE DINOSAURS!'

Ichigo blinked a couple of times, then looked at Orihime oddly.

'What's with all the yelling?' he asked.

'Ah, that?' she laughed nervously, scratching the back of her neck 'Oh, that's just the wind.'

Silence…

Group sweatdropping.

Orihime sighed, then stepped aside from the doorway:

'Uhhh… why don't you guys come in?' she said awkwardly and just as they did so, annoyed footsteps rang through the hall upstairs, before the leaders of the tenth division showed up: the cheerful Matsumoto, wearing a white head-cloth with green dinosaurs' heads all over it that covered every single hair on her head and Hitsugaya – the gloominess itself, his soft locks all hidden underneath a light-pink head-cloth, covered with brightly smiling hears.

Odd and very disturbing silence fell upon the room. The first to speak, and to speak with obvious difficulty due to the extremely absurd look of the captain and his lieutenant, was Ichigo The Valiant.

'Hey, there…, Toushiro?' he murmured the last part as a question. The silver-haired teen simply rolled his eyes and folded his arms in front of his chest.

'It's Hitsugaya-taicho for you, Kurosaki!'

Unaffected by the snap, Ichigo shrugged and simply continued staring at the two with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape:

'What's with the head-cloths?' Rukia asked, still blinking repeatedly to make sure the smiling hearts on top of the glaring Hitsugaya's head were actually real and she wasn't having a really freaky dream that could as well make her visit a psychiatrist.

'OUT OF YOUR BUSINESS!' Hitsugaya bellowed, his usual frown deepening dangerously and making the newcomers visibly shrink.

'NEW FASHION IN SOUL SOCIETY!' Matsumoto chirped at the same time. Her captain's yell was immediatelly forgotten as Ichigo, Ishida and Rukia redirected their, now totally and hopelessly confused gazes towards the grinning beauty. She didn't pay any attention to how little trust-worthiness there was in her words - in her opinion fasion could be mad and therefore it fit as a perfect reason about the head-cloths. So, next thing she did to make everybody believe her was... well, offer them to join the club of funky accessories. She stepped in front of Rukia and mercilessly poined her index finger at her, making the poor black-haired girl swallow hard.

'You know,' Rangiku begun, looking like a very sly tradeswoman 'We might go find a head-cloth for you, too! How about… an orange head-cloth with plates with spaghetti all over it! It would look AWESOME on you!'

Rukia laughed nervously, stepping back from the lieutenant.

'No, thank you.' She mumbled.

'Ah! Then blue with dancing pigs?'

'Uh… no.'

'Grey with purple bears?'

'Nope.'

'Brown with microwaves?'

'Nah huh.'

'Green with chicken fried legs? Red with Indians? Yellow with pencils?'

'…no.'

'Geez, you are fastidious…' Rangiku murmured with a hint of hurt in her voice as she sighed and looked at Ishida with pleading eyes. The Quincy visually jumped a bit, realizing what she was planning to do:

'What about you?' she asked, smiling slyly at him 'Would you like a yellow head-cloth with pencils? It'll look terrific on you!'

Hitsugaya sighed, then unfolded his arms and lazily tugged on Rangiku's sleeve.

'Leave them be, Matsumoto, if you want to develop the head-cloth industry, don't start with any of them, please? Look at their heads, the shapes are terrible! Ishida's is almost square for God's sake!'

Ignoring the Quincy's indignant shout, Toushiro started to make his way to the living-room, followed by Matsumoto, who was surprisingly lost in thoughts about the shape of people's heads.

Since it was already about dinner time, they took the quick decision to order something to eat and after a very short discussion they all agreed that some pizza would do the thing. Some arguing about the exact order and a phone call later, the group found themselves sitting in Orihime's living-room with no idea of what to do next. The boredom quickly led to the thought of watching TV or playing a game and the girls without much hesitation choose the second option. To be completely exact – the almighty and original game of Truth Or Dare (A/N: Truth or dare is just classic, guys, couldn't resist.). Matsumoto was extremely excited, more then the rest of the group, because she could see like… umpteen opportunities to tease her taicho. Before she knew it a large cheesy grin formed on her lips. Oh, she was going to have so much fun! She was going to hug and hug and hug taicho! And then she was going to ask him everything she wanted, like…

'I'm not playing.' Hitsugaya announced rather plainly, at the same time shattering his lieutenant's huggable dreams into thousands of disappointed pieces.

'WHAT? WHY!???' she exclaimed, suddenly grabbing his sleeve and tugging on it with such violent desperation that could've easily tear the material if Toushiro hadn't removed her hand.

'Because, I'm not in the mood of doing stupid things or talking about my personal life. Period.' The captain explained, backing off of Matsumoto, who was trying to seize him yet once again.

'Oh, don't be like that, Toushiro!' Ichigo said, making the silver-hair teen glare at him.

'It's Hitsugaya-taicho!' the owner of the name hissed, but while he did that, Rangiku managed to catch him and drag him into her lap.

'Don't be all gloomy, taichooo!' Matsumoto whined, digging her nose into his neck and causing a small blush to appear on her captain's face.

'What's wrong with you? I just don't wanna play, ok?' Hitsugaya exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, before crossing them in front of his chest. He didn't even bother struggling against his fukutaicho – he knew it was no use. No one hugged as tightly as Matsumoto Rangiku did… unfortunately…

'You're taking things too seriously.' Ishida pointed out and pushed his glasses up his nose a bit.

'Look who's talking…' Hitsugaya snorted, looking away from the pencil-man.

'Oh, come on!' Rukia exclaimed, waving her hand dismissively and added (much to Hitsugaya's annoyance) 'Chill out, lil bro! Let's have some fun!'

Silence.

'What. Did. You. Just. Call me?' Toushiro hissed through tightly clenched teeth. Rukia sweatdropped, pulling back a bit. Everybody in the room were staring at Kuchiki dumbfounded, except for the tenth division's captain, who was simply glaring.

'I-I didn't mean it…' Rukia murmured, sweatdroping more 'It's just that… uh… ya know, Tatsuki keeps on babbling about… uh… errr… my little brother… She's like… Ummmmmmm… 'Hey, Rukia, are you sure he's not taking drugs?''

'Oh God…' Hitsugaya murmured, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.

'… Oh! And 'He looks like he never saw sun in his life. Like a little imbecile vampire, you know?''

Hitsugaya's eyes snapped up, wide with horror and disbelieve.

'And… 'You should make him eat more. He's so skinny. And that hair color of his? Are you suuuure he's not taking part in some sect??'…'

'WHAT?' Hitsugaya exclaimed, his mouth now opened so widely, that a bowling ball could easily fit inside.

'Oh! She also said 'Maybe you should pay more attention to him. He looks like he hasn't got much time left…'…'

'…What did I do to deserve that?' Hitsugaya whispered, while everybody around him were choking from soundless laughter. Except for Matsumoto. She was friendlily patting his back like a good loyal fukutaicho. Good for her...

... Bad for Toushiro.

'She's really worried about you, you know?' Rukia continued, once again much to Hitsugaya'a annoyance 'She keeps mentioning you. 'Your borther this… Your brother that… Does he even visit school? He looks pretty old for kindergarten.'…'

'I sure as hell am…' Toushiro murmured, his eyebrow twitching madly. At that point he was already ready to kill. Everybody knew it and had backed off, except for Rukia, who was too scared to move. It wasn't hard to guess, really, what the youngster was feeling at that moment. If the lethal glare wasn't enough than the sight of the orange juice that had turned into ice cubes with the shape of the glasses was…

'Oh, don't get mad, taicho!' Matsumoto exclaimed out of the blue, her hand suddenly landing on his thigh. The boy visibly jumped before stiffening, his expression of pure shock and embarrassment as she casually started patting his leg and cooing soothing things in his ear. The temperature quickly begun to raise again, completely parallel to the temperature of the captain's face.

'I-I… M-Matsumoto?' he stuttered, swallowing with some difficulty 'W-would you be so kind..?'

Rangiku blinked with confusion, leaning forward a bit to look him in the eye.

'What's wrong, taicho?' she asked innocently. Hitsugaya didn't answer, just stiffened even more than before.

'Taicho?' the fukutaicho tried again, this time poking his shoulder a bit, her other hand peacefully resting on his thigh. The young captain gulped yet once again, trying to ignore the odd looks everybody was giving him.

More silence.

And more...

'I-I'll be right back…' Hitsugaya suddenly said, unable to stand it anymore, then pulled away from her and stormed out of the room and into the kitchen. He didn't look back, so he couldn't see the small evil smirk that had formed on his fukutaicho's beautiful rose lips. Rangiku let out an almost imperceptible giggle, then smiled brightly at the others and clapped her hands together.

'So…' she started 'Shall we begin the game?'

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