A/N: Hey guys, strawberrii is back! And she's gotten to the halfway mark! Yes, I'm gonna throw an imaginary party in my head when this chapter is finished; you're all invited ;)

Thanks to all reviewers, and in particular Assault Godzilla, 123PIKACHU, Hayai-Akurei, Charmed3366, ShadowedDagger Rips Asunder, cherry, and Snowy Peach Tsubasa! Together, you guys came up with over 50 ideas!

As someone has pointed out, a lot of these one-shots are focused on Hitsugaya. Next chapter will be Hinamori-centric! Yay?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. So sad~

Credit: To sasukefan1! It's a weird story, but I'll explain later; read on for now~

The HitsuHina Alphabet

M is for 'Meet Me'

"MATSUMOTO!"

The strawberry-blonde Fuku-Taichou quickly got to her feet and walked towards the voice that had called her, unstably. Sake bottles could be found on the ground with droplets of sake visible on the floorboards. The Taichou at the doorway could only glare.

"Have you done any of the paperwork?"

The Fuku-Taichou shook her head. Hitsugaya stood at the door, not moving or saying anything at all; his eyes did all the talking. Matsumoto gave a quick yelp before moving as quickly as she could in her drunken state to the desk. Hitsugaya sighed in annoyance, seating himself at another desk and starting on another pile of paperwork. Matsumoto picked up a pen and started twirling it around, making marks on the paper every ten minutes or so. And every ten minutes, Hitsugaya's face darkened. An hour slowly passed before Hitsugaya exploded.

"Is it that hard to sign a paper that you have to wait ten whole minutes to move onto another one?!"

Matsumoto whined.

"But Taichou! I can't do this stuff when I'm still drunk."

Hitsugaya couldn't believe this; he simply pointed at the door.

"Out. And come back when you're sober."

"Fine!"

Matsumoto got to her feet and started bumping into objects all around the room; her walking wobbly. When she reached the door, she fumbled with it before exiting. Hitsugaya frowned; something was not right. The 'drunkness' Matsumoto had just demonstrated almost looked like it was done…

On purpose.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Matsumoto pulled out Haineko and quickly made her way to the human world; she didn't do the whole 'I'm-still-drunk' act for no reason.

Matsumoto scanned the houses until she finally found the one she was looking for. Making a run for it, she reached the house within five minutes and pounded on the door. An orange haired girl opened it and looked at the Fuku-Taichou in surprise.

"Rangiku-san?!"

"Orihime, did you get the thing that I asked you to get?"

The girl grinned.

"Yes! You don't know how perfect it is! Wait here, I'll show you!"

Orihime rushed into the room and showed the object to Matsumoto, and she grinned. It was perfect. No, beyond perfect. Matsumoto gave Orihime a big hug of gratitude before taking her leave. Just before she ran back to Soul Society, the girl gave the Fuku-Taichou one more thing.

"Here! Have a slice of this wasabi cake I made last night! That way you won't go hungry on your journey back!"

Matsumoto didn't know how to thank Orihime for all her kindness.

"Arigato Orihime! I promise I'll visit again soon and tell you what happens!"

With that, the Fuku-Taichou sped off leaving a confused Orihime behind her.

When Matsumoto arrived back in Sereitei, the first place she went to was surprisingly not her own division. Her footsteps took her swiftly to the Fifth Division to find a certain Fuku-Taichou.

"Ah! Rangiku-san! What are you doing here?"

Hinamori smiled at the Fuku-Taichou; they hadn't caught up for a long while, and she was happy at a chance to talk to her again.

"Hinamori, can you follow me please? And be really quiet, I don't want anyone noticing us!"

Hinamori raised an eyebrow and looked at the large plastic bag Matsumoto held in her hand. She stretched her neck, trying to get a glimpse of what it was, but to no avail. The Fuku-Taichou of the Fifth Division sighed.

"Rangiku-san, what is in that bag?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

Hinamori didn't look to sure, but didn't question her any further, instead following Matsumoto wordlessly to wherever she was taking her. They made their way silently through gardens and behind trees to avoid attracting attention, and eventually found themselves in the Fuku-Taichou quarters of the Tenth Division. Matsumoto dragged Hinamori into the room eagerly.

"Hinamori, Hinamori! Put this on quickly and sit at that desk over there."

Here Matsumoto paused to point at the desk and handed the bag, and its contents, to the confused Fuku-Taichou.

"And then, cross your arms on the table and then put your head on your arms facedown and make sure that no one can see-- Ah! It's too complicated to describe! I'll show you instead!"

Matsumoto quickly ran over to the desk and got into the position she was trying to describe. It was basically the position Matsumoto would take when she was drunk and half asleep, her face completely covered. Hinamori giggled.

"Just like that! You better get changed in five minutes and sit at the desk like that! I'll be right back! Don't make a sound or look up until I tell you to, okay?"

Still confused, Hinamori just nodded and Matsumoto departed with a huge grin. Hinamori was all alone in Matsumoto's quarters now. She opened the bag and tipped the contents onto the floor; the Fuku-Taichou sweatdropped at the sight.

'What is Rangiku-san up to with this?'

But Hinamori put the thing on and assumed the position Matsumoto wanted. She stifled a yawn. Actually, it was fairly easy to fall asleep on a desk, but Hinamori had to stay awake; she had to get to the bottom of this strange event.

"I'm back, Taichou! Did you miss me?"

"… No."

Matsumoto's grin was wiped off her face; not that it mattered. Besides, they were about to discuss some very serious matters and Matsumoto's childish grin would just ruin the mood.

"Taichou, remember that thing we discussed a week ago?"

Hitsugaya dropped the pen he was writing with and rubbed his temples. How could he possibly forget?

"You know Taichou… there are so many ways you could confess your love to Hinamori!"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't love her? We're just good friends!"

"Mhmm, that's like saying that Hyourinmaru is the strongest fire element zanpakutou!"

The young Taichou flinched.

"I'm serious though Matsumoto! We are only fri--"

"LET'S SEE HYOURINMARU BREATHE FIRE!"

"MATSUMOTO!"

The Fuku-Taichou sighed.

"Fine, I'll believe you under one condition."

Hitsugaya looked up with a glare. He was certain he could meet any condition Matsumoto thought of. After all, he didn't really think of Hinamori as anything more than a friend. Right?

"Look me in the eye and say that you don't like Hinamori."

"But I do like her, as a friend"

"Then say that you don't like Hinamori as anything more than friend!"

Hitsugaya's green-blue eyes met Matsumoto's blue-grey ones. The Taichou took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I don't like Hinamori as anything more than a friend."

The Fuku-Taichou grinned in triumph and pointed at her Taichou. Then she started performing a victory dance around the room, and Hitsugaya was lost as to why.

"Because," she began, "you closed your eyes when you said that! You couldn't look me in the eye!"

The Taichou groaned; it was just one of those automatic reactions, it didn't mean anything! But Matsumoto didn't think so, and she wouldn't shut up anymore. She raised a single finger.

"One week! Give me one week to think of interesting ways for you to confess your love to Hinamori!"

"Well! I've thought of so many interesting possibilities! I have this huge list in my room! I'll go first; you take a few seconds to straighten up that pile of paperwork and come meet me in my room!"

With that Matsumoto bounced off. She exited the room and then tiptoed quietly to the entrance of the Tenth Division. The Fuku-Taichou waited for Hitsugaya to start walking towards her quarters before she entered the Tenth Division again, and quietly followed her Taichou, trying her best not to laugh.

The snowy-haired Taichou slammed the door to Matsumoto's quarters open loudly. He glared at the strawberry blonde figure who was slumped over the desk, probably half asleep. Hitsugaya noticed a bottle of sake spilled on the floor. He walked towards her and stood behind her angrily, the door closing behind him slowly.

"Oi! Matsumoto! I leave you for one secondand you're already drunk and asleep?"

The figure stirred slightly, but not much. The Taichou scowled.

"Hurry up, let's hear some of your ideas! How am I going to confess my love to Hinamori?"

Then the door behind Hitsugaya opened widely, causing the Taichou to turn and look, revealing a Matsumoto who was grinning from ear to ear. The Taichou almost chocked.

'What. Is. Going. ON?!'

Hitsugaya quickly turned back and looked at the other strawberry blonde person who was slowly raising her head now. When she turned her head around, Hitsugaya recognized familiar brown eyes. The girl reached a hand up to her head and took off the wig Matsumoto had given her. Matsumoto stood at the door, grinning like a little kid. Then she answered her Taichou's question cheekily.

"Just like that!"

A/N: Now the question I'm sure you're all dying to know the answer to: How did this idea form? Let's just say sasukefan1 got bored during our Japanese lesson and started designing new hairstyles for me... Then the teacher thought I was someone else! I know that the link from that to this story is a little blurred, but still! :)

Ooh, I have one quick question: Are there any chapters that you wish to see a sequel to? If so, please tell me in a review so I can find a letter of the alphabet suited for the role!

And... Yay! Halfway mark! -throws a party, gives cookies and balloons to everyone- Thirteen more chapters to go~

&. strawberrii