Author's Note: HEY There! It's been awhile since I last post and there's been a bit tweak I need to fix for the story 'GAP' that some of you read, before I've been forced to take down. I'll be reposting it after I've done rewriting it so please sit back and relax for this next one. This story might take a five chapter or more to complete but I do hope you guys like it! Work have been exhausting for me to find my time to write, but I will not stop that's a promise. I'm just a bit slow on updating, so please bear with me. And I want to thank you for all the support you gave me, Please R&R and enjoy!

Disclamer: I don't own BLEACH!

P.S: I didn't read proof this, if I have some grammar mistakes in it please do tell me! Thank you!

It was strange to not know the girl at the counter when he stepped in the diner to work. In this diner he could recognised every single person who came by here. Not to brag, he really have a good memory and his boss could be the judge of that. The diner he worked was beside the gas station, where people comes and go every so often to fuel their vehicle or make a pitstop before continuing their way. There's not much people to linger around, so it's a wonder for him to see a fresh new face in this dull part of town. He paid no mind to it when she came, he continued his daily routine inside the kitchen not bothering by the fact the newcomer was talking with his boss. Oddly enough when she greeted him for the first time, he felt a bit familiarity yet distant on the same time.

"Good morning!" She waved her hand at him with a wide smile when he entered his workplace one morning.

He blinked. Not knowing how to react, he only nodded.

Then his boss, Shinji cackled and called out from the counter, gaining their attention. "I think the guy wasn't expecting a Good Mornin' from ya, Momo,"

The guy he mentioned must be him, Toshiro thought.

"Well, everybody accepted it perfectly, why can't he?"

Shinji snickered, his hand holding his chin. "Hitsugaya's different from other people, trust me. He doesn't like greetings like that,"

The girl turned to him, eyeing him with a tilted of her head. "Is it?"

Toshiro grunted in response, removing his headphones and made his way towards the staff room. Ignoring the questioning glare the girl send at the back of his head, burning holes in it. Without looking back, he close the door to the staff room, but he could still heard her voice quite loudly.

She gasped at his unfriendly attitude.

"He is so rude! He didn't bother to greet me back!" The girl huffed.

He opened his locker to put his bag and his belongings before he pulled out his uniform to change.

Toshiro could imagined his boss lips-splitting smirk. "You need to get used to it, Momo. Hitsugaya's not your friendly neighbourhood guy who could easily talk to,"

"I take it he's not the talkative type, seeing how he is now,"

"You can say he's your exact opposite,"

Toshiro rolled his eyes, buttoning up his uniform to start the day of his work in the kitchen. Turning a blind eye when he passed by the counter which the woman and his boss were and went into the kitchen.

He was done cooking the last dish before went for his lunch break. He sat at the end of the diner in his usual place with his phone and earphones ready to watch his favorite gaming video while eating his newly cooked fried rice. The bell at the entrance rang and she came in with her usual bubbly attitude. Everybody at the counter greeted her with smiles and warm welcomes as he chose to ignore and focused on his video with his volume turned up. Toshiro was having his peace until it was broken by the sound of her calling. She was sat across him, her brow furrowed and arms crossed, her mouth was moving but he couldn't understand any of it since his video was still playing. Not that he was paying attention. Then she stopped talking entirely, clearly unhappy. He pause his video with a brow raised while removing his left earphone when she motioned him to remove his earpiece. Momo took her cue to finally speak.

"What are you doing?"

Toshiro creased his brows together at her question. Why does matter to her? And to answer her ridiculous question he pointed at his now empty plate and his ear plugged phone. Not wanting to waste his breath on such ridiculous things.

Unfazed by his monotone reply, she asked taking sudden interest in his time. "What are you watching?"

"Gameplay," He answered.

"Are you on your break?"

"Obviously," He droned.

"How long is your break?"

"An hour," He estimated.

"Could I ask you a favor?"

"No," He rejected.

She appealed. "Come on, Hitsugaya-kun! Please! Do me a favor, bud'!"

"No. And don't call me that like we're friends, we've just met yesterday," He deadpanned.

"Yes, yes. I know, but hear me out..."

"No,"

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"You just said it, now piss off," He countered. He really wants to watch his favorite God of War gameplay right now and this girl isn't helping.

"Where are your manners?! You can't say that, it's impolite," She scolded.

He rolled his eyes, plugging back his earphone until her hand went to block his screen. He glared at her. His temper starting to burn.

"Hirako-San said that you're the only one that is capable," She said firmly, ignoring his heated glare.

"Of what?" He hissed.

"Of this," She pulled out her phone and placed it on the table. He was about to question her motive when she explained. "Hirako-San said that you worked at a mobile store before and know how to fix phones,"

"There's plenty of shops in town to fix your goddamn phone, why do you need me?"

"Repair needs money, and I don't want to get scam for nothing. Last time I've been scam for 15000 yen just to fix a screen, I don't want the second time,"

"Idiot,"

"Hey!"

"What will I get if I fix it?"

"I'll leave you to your peace and existence in this corner of yours,"

He sighed frustratingly before he examined her phone. "What's the problem?"

"My phone has been glitching non stop," She explained.

"Did you dropped it?"

"No, I was always careful about it,"

"Any encrypted messages with lots of ads that you click before?"

"I received weird messages, but I didn't click it I just left it there,"

"Must be a virus," He mumbled.

"Then what should I do? I didn't do anything afterwards,"

"Just give me a sec," Toshiro tapped the screen a few times before he handed back to her. "Done,"

"That was fast, what did you do?" Momo checked her phone and it was running smoothly without problems.

"Just cleaning a few virus from the messages you received,"

"Wow! Thank you for your help, Hitsugaya-kun,"

"Don't get too familiar, now scram." He shooed her away before resuming watching his gameplay.

"Alright, alright. As promise I will leave you to your peace and thanks again for fixing my phone, I appreaciate it, Hitsugaya-kun." Momo smiled politely before she stood up from the seat and left Toshiro to his own device.

The cold autumn night was somewhat pleasing for Toshiro as he walked down the streets afterwork, he been cooped up in the kitchen for too long and the cold air was refreshing for him. The diner was closed later than usual because it was filled with an eager customer who won't settled with a simple dish. It made him pissed because the customer is very demanding and Toshiro had the urge to smack the bald man's face when he insulted his cooking. Luckily, Shinji was there to defuse the conflict before it become worse. What does he expect? It was a diner he was in, not a five-star restaurant! Toshiro let his temper cool down when a breeze blew at his face, no use to getting angry with an idiot. He let out a pent out sigh as he strode through the night with his hands in his pockets and headphones left hanging on his shoulder. He was not in the mood to listen to songs right now. As he turned to into a corner he collided with a person that made him stumbled a little before he regained his balance. He looked down to meet with a familiar brown orbs that belonged to the person who usually come by the diner to chit chat with his boss.

"Oh! Hitsugaya-kun what a nice surprise to see you in this fine hour, are you heading somewhere?" She was out of breath when she spoke.

"Home," was his short reply.

"Right... I forgot you lack of vocabulary that made you don't talk much," She remarked with a grin.

He stared at her blankly not amuse by her remark, making her very uncomfortable of his silence.

Just when she decided to speak, a bunch of men dressed in black stopped in front of them with steam coming out of their ears. Toshiro heard her curse and turned towards the men. One of them, who he suspect was the leader of the group stepped forward.

"You are not going anywhere, we had enough of you running around, it's time to end this, girly," The rugged man pointed his finger at Momo.

Momo then stood confidently, her face had turned serious than her usual bubbly self he used to know. "Fine then, we'll take end this right here, right now. I had enough of you people chasing me around,"

"Don't be too cocky, girly," The man growled. "We are the Grimmer's and we will take down your pathetic excuses of a gang down as I will-"

Toshiro was stunned when Momo had thrown her high heels aimed at the leader's forehead, knocking the man unconscious in an instant. The rest of the gang went rigid and stoned.

"You talk too much," She stated merely and the rest of the group went in rage as they rushed forward to attack her. He was pushed back by Momo when the first attacker swung his bat, aiming for them. Instinctively, she knocked the bat of his hand and punched him in the face where he barrelled to the ground. For Toshiro, it was shocking to see a girl who fought so fiercely against a bunch of men which she was clearly having the advantage to he guessed, she was experience. There were six colossal sized men and yet she effortlessly took down every one of them.

After the last man dropped down to the floor, she stood in the middle of the bodies barefoot and spun to face him with a sheepish smile that she was her bubbly self again.

"I'm guessing you're not afraid of the mess I've made since you didn't run away,"

He would had his jaw dropped if he weren't masterful of maintaining a straight face.

"I've seen worse. Surprise is the right word to fit the situation," He shrugged.

Momo draw back her lips and reveal her teeth in a amusement while she skipped over the bodies. "You're so weird,"

"You have no idea," He then eyed her dirty feet when she inspected one of the heels that was fallen off. "So aren't you getting dirty without your heels?"

"A little, I can manage since I hate those high heels that made my feet hurt. I was going to get a new one, thanks to them I've got a valid reason to buy one," She threw the broken heels back to the ground.

He raised a brow. "You're leaving it?"

"Well, you can't get a new one unless you get rid of the old ones,"

He snorted.

"Now," Momo placed her hands on her hip, "Can I ask you a favour ab-?"

"No," He shot her down quickly which had her shrieked in frustration. She hasn't explain anything!

"Can you at least let me finish my sentence before you say 'NO'," She was annoyed.

"If I let people finish, there won't be any chance for me to reject the offer,"

He does have a point, but Momo won't be having it. Momo quipped. "Sorry to say this but you can't reject my offer this time,"

"Why's that?"

"Because you have seen what I can do and these men will recognise you since you're with me. Plus, they will harass people who associate with me, even if you denied it," Momo clarified with her arms crossed against her chest, "These people won't be listening to you or any other than their boss, which I am in the rivalry with him,"

"Is that a threat?" He challenged.

"No, but it will be if you chose to run from it. You've seen what happen to the protagonist in movies, it won't be pretty," She foretold.

Momo was sure that he would reacted emotionally after she declared that his life won't be easy and yet he only sighed while running his hand through his hair. "Fine,"

She blinked and recovered her shock of his fast response. "Good! Now about my favor. You just need to carry me-"

"Can't you walk? You just said that you can manage without heels," He frowned.

"Hitsugaya-kun, it's the middle of night! The streets are freezing cold and you want me to walk without shoes, are you insane?"

"Why not? You've just fight without shoes, and you just said that you're fine without it," He remarked smartly.

"I said that I can manage with dirty feet, not freezing feet, there's a difference,"

"Still,"

"Ugh! You are so infuriating sometimes," She fumed, and then ordered with clenching fists and gritting teeth. "You are going to carry me whether you like it or not. Because my feet is freezing right now, and I will kick your butt if you refuse,"

Toshiro lifted both of his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay," He proceed to move his back pack to the front and crouched down for her to climb on which she did. Toshiro lifted her up swiftly, like she was weightless she didn't weight much.

"You're heavy," Yet he chose to comment that earned a slap on his shoulder.

"Be nice, will you? I've saved your life from those people," She boasted.

Toshiro fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Says who? You just need an excuse for a piggyback ride to your..." He paused, "Where are we going again?"

"This is why you don't interrupt when people is talking," She reprimanded with a smack on his head before she continued, pointing the way. "We're heading to Reaper's Scythe, the club at 15th street. It's not that far from here just a couple of streets you need to cross,"

A short low gruff noise was his response as he began made his way to the destination with Momo positioned comfortably on his back.

It was a quiet nonetheless serene walk, Momo found his warmth to be soothing in this gloom evening although Toshiro can be a bit cold towards her. Momo guessed he was not used to communicating with people. She had her head rested on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck as if it was something she had normally done. Toshiro didn't mind when she was content with her position, not wanting to start a conversation which will lead to a series of her talking non stop, so he let her be.

The sign of Reaper's Scythe was seen once they arrived at 15th Street, it flashed vibrantly with it's blue and purple neon lights. He went around the back as Momo instructed and was blocked by a bouncer guarding the door in the dimly lit alley.

The bouncer was alerted. "Hey! What are you doing back here?"

Toshiro was about answered until Momo spoke first.

"Takeru," Momo called out cheerfully from his back, abruptly pushed his head down waving to the guard, "He's with me."

Instantly, the man expression turned into a welcoming smile. "Hey, Momo," Then he asked when he saw her state with a raised brow. "What's this all about?"

"It's a long story, but this gentleman here," She pat his shoulder,"... is giving me a piggy back ride back since my heels were broken and I couldn't wear them in this freezing temperature," She showed her shoeless feet, Toshiro was struggling to balance her as she moved on his back.

The bouncer chuckled as if he was used to her weird situation. "You are something, Momo," Then he opened the door for them, "Go on in then, won't want you freeze that little feet of yours in this cold night,"

"Thanks, Takeru." Momo waved him off with a smile as they went in the building.

The muffling sound of music could still be heard, the heavy beats leaked through the walls shuddering deeply against the walls. Momo guided him through the dark corridor with her face settled next to his, her breath tickling his ear and he fought the urge not to be distracted.

"Go right here," She instructed, he obliged and noticed his hesitant steps when they headed further in the building. "Don't worry, this club belongs to a friend of mine. You won't be hurt if you're with me,"

"I'm not worry about that. I'm just worry that I would ran into the wall, I can't see shit in here," He squinted his eyes in the dark.

Her body quivered with laughter against his back, she sneered, "You can feel the wall once you bump into it, you know. It's not that hard not to notice it,"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny,"

"Just a bit further, killjoy," She grinned.

After a few more steps they have reached the door and entered the room as Momo unlocked with her key. As soon as they entered the room, Momo jumped down from his back to flipped the switch while he stretch his spine and adjusted eye sight of the lights. The room was in a comfortable size to have a group hangout, the red sofa lounge could fit a couple of people with two separate tables, a small bar near the door and a plasma screen television at the right wall.

Momo went to rummage the cupboard that was under the seat and pulled out a pair of slippers to wear.

"I should get going," He stated as he adjusted his bag to it's original place behind his back, ready to head out the door.

"Thanks for carrying me here, Hitsugaya-kun," She smiled at him when she stood up. He was meant to smile back, but she only received a nod in return. It made her smile dropped, yet she forced herself not to be disappointed by his actions. Before he went out the door, her ears picked up his deep hoarse voice.

"Just remember to pack another spare shoes in case you gotten into another fight bare feet," He mumbled, bringing out a round of laughs from her. Her smile was back on her face, in that instant. And for him, her laughs was what brings him to lifted the corner of his lips with a particular warmth rising in his chest, his back facing her.

"I'll be sure to remember that," She chimed, meeting him at the door, "Or maybe next time I'll call you for a piggyback ride service,"

Toshiro glanced back over his shoulder, meeting her gaze, "I'll start charging you for the next ride,"

"Don't be greedy," She replied.

"Don't be selfish." He smirked.

Momo hummed, bidding him off and reminding him the way out the club. When she closed the door behind her and heard his footsteps were no longer there, her face still wore the same smile she had for him longer than she expected.