A/N: Hey everybody! I was going to not update for a bit longer, to let reviews float in on a cloud from heaven, like they do, but I got bored. So, here it is! Now, thanks to everyone who did review very very fast, (yes, chesxca, like review ninjas! Lol...) I love you all! Sooo, that leads us on very nicely to...ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS!

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Not very many reviews, but I have updated quicker this time, so...Oh, and if you are reading but not reviewing, can I just say this: I REALLY WANT YOU TO REVIEW PLEASE, I LOVE TO KNOW WHO IS READING THIS AND WHAT THEY THINK OF IT! Thank you!

Disclaimer: (Spoiler alert! Latest chapter of Bleach!) I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters. All credit goes to Kubo Tite, who is now back on my 'Love' list, as he hasn't quite killed off Yukio yet! Though he will be demoted again if Yukio does die! Grrr...

Anyway! On with the story! (I sound like a ringleader in a circus, lol!)

Chapter 12

"Hiyorin, your hair's got really long...as in, really, really long!" Mashiro mused, calmly for her.

"Yeah, you're right. It has got really long. Wouldn't you say, Rose?" agreed Lisa from her place next to the curly haired blond on the sofa.

"Uh...yeah. Really long. You should cut it." Rose didn't catch on immediately, but delivered the punch line without flaw.

Hiyori narrowed her eyes. "What are you guys up to?"

"What could you possibly mean, Hiyori-chan? Why would we be up to anything?" Rose widened his eyes in innocent surprise.

"Don't pull that 'I wouldn't hurt a fly' crap with me, it won't work! Now, what are you up to? My life, you tell me." The short Vizard demanded.

"How do you know it's got anything to do with you? We could be planning anything, Hi-yo-ri." Lisa teased.

"Shut up! I know 'cos you guys always get that shifty look in your eyes when yer plannin' something for me. Which makes ya look like paedophiles, by the way." Hiyori snapped.

"Wow. Hiyorin's clever..." Apparently, that fact amazed Mashiro.

"Don't haf'ta sound so surprised." The blonde growled.

...

"OK, Hiyorin, how much am I cutting off?" inquired Mashiro excitedly.

"Enough to make it like it was before."

"Oh, hell no. Mashiro, go crazy. Do what you like. This midget don't have no sense of style at all." commanded Lisa, rolling her eyes.

"Hey! Wait just one second! Whaddya mean, no sense of style! And did you just call me a midget?" Hiyori was demonstrating her famous 'Wrathful Scarlet' out of her top-of-the-range face shades selection.

"Midget? No way. You must have been imagining things. Oh, and you do have no sense of style. Your old do looked like a monkey'd chewed on it. I thought you wanted to look good for You Know Who?" drawled the spectacle-wearing girl, looking very unaffected by Hiyori's impending fury.

"Who said I did?"

"You, actually. At that 'Girl's Night Out' thing we went to."

"Correction. You forced me to go to. And I don't remember sayin' anything like that at all." Hiyori said, suspicious.

"Well, we do. Don't we, Mashiro?"

"Yep! Can I get started now?"

"Go for it." winked Lisa.

...

Half an hour later, Hiyori was staring disbelievingly at her reflection in the mirror Mashiro was proudly holding up to her. She tentatively touched the blonde locks. "Is that really me?" she asked, incredulous.

To say Mashiro had changed Hiyori's style would be an understatement. What Mashiro had done was got a style and somehow changed Hiyori herself to fit into it. At least, that's what it looked like. The actual hair itself wasn't that much different. Long layers hung over round, rosy cheeks she never knew she had; a delicate side fringe perfectly framed her face, bringing out her sky-blue eyes she'd never noticed. Those eyes were now travelling slowly down her tresses, which now stopped just below her shoulders. Hiyori the Monkey Princess had suddenly transformed into just Hiyori the Princess.

Aw, now don't you look sweet? jibed her Hollow. Hiyori ignored her, still marvelling at her transformation.

"D'ya like it? Huh? Huh?" Mashiro was eager for praise.

"Wow." Hiyori breathed. "How'd ya do it?"

"I actually have no idea!" mulled Mashiro, comically putting a finger to her over-glossed lips.

...

"So, why are all you lot lookin' so smug?" queried Shinji, taking a mouthful of water, only to spray it over the table again when Hiyori walked in.

"Gah! What the hell happened to you, Midget?" he gasped.

"Got a haircut. Whaddya think happened?" Hiyori lifted an eyebrow.

"...Who?" was all Shinji could manage.

"Me! Me! Me me me me me! M-"

"That's enough now, Mashiro." cut in Kensei.

"So? What do you think then?" interrogated Lisa, leaning forward eagerly.

"Uh...nice work?" tried Shinji. Hiyori snatched up her sandal and raised it over her head. "NO! Wait! It's amazing, really! Utterly gorgeous! Yer completely transformed!"

"I know." Came the simple answer.

"Then why do ya still look like yer gonna beat me to a pulp?"

"'Cos I am. It's fun." She shrugged.

Shinji's following yells could be heard for miles around.

A/N: Hmm...Sometimes I think Hiyori's a bit too mean. But, what can I say; she's just a bit of an insecure person. Doesn't know how to show her true feelings! ;P

Reviews very welcome! To the point I'll beg you for them! Which I already have done! I like the next chapter a lot, (just wrote it now) so if you want to see it sooner rather than later, REVIEW! Please? x