Author: Davan
Title The Wooing of Hinamori Momo!

Warnings: anything past the anime!

Disclaimer – if I really owned Hitsugaya do you think I would be writing about him?

"Hinamori Momo! We are going to be late and do you know what I will be forced to do to you if were late and I don't get to see everyone's reactions to my decorations?" Matsumoto's voice floated through the cracked window, as did the sound of her impatient foot tapping.

"Hinamori! Come out, Yachiru will be late!"

She sighed at the sound of Yachiru's voice echoing along with Matsumoto and gave up what she was trying to do with her hair throwing it into its normal hair style with a shrug. If those two had joined forces to get her somewhere on what they deemed 'on time' she was not going to get anything else done before they broke down here door. Yachiru had committed that particular crime against her door more than once. With one last glance at herself in the mirror she nodded before moving to the door and swinging it open.

"All right, all right I am ready."

Matsumoto paused, in the middle of her speech on Hinamori's inability to be anywhere on time, her eyes traveling along her outfit before she sighed, "Yachiru do you see what I see?"

The pink haired vice-captain paused practically mid bounce and turned the same look of inspection on her that Matsumoto had. Apparently she came to the same conclusion because they exchanged concerned glances. "That is no good, no good at all." The smaller girl informed her seriously.

Hinamori looked down, her kimono was on correctly, and everything was lined up. She had made sure of that. In fact, she felt rather pretty in the outfit. So what were they looking at like she had committed some grave sin?

"Hinamori…" Matsumoto said patiently at her obviously confused look. "You look stunning, wonderful even, and every male there will appreciate the time you took to make yourself looks so darn cute. But you are not going to the party with THAT hair due!"

Yachiru nodded, "I have a barrette," she said pointing to the blue sparkly butterfly in her hair, "You need a barrette!"

Matsumoto pushed open the door, "we have two minutes."

"We can do it!"

The 'ball' was a hit. Even though all of the decorations had been done by Matsumoto and Yachiru not a single thing resembled a bottle of alcohol and the pink decorations had been kept at a minimum, though Yachiru had loudly explained that she personally thought that it should have been pinker.

Then there was the band. Not only had they managed to find people who could play the traditional songs that most of the people enjoyed trying to re-create dance steps to but there was newer music to. Some of it was recognized by those who had heard the vice-captains humming to themselves as they had worked over the last week or so and some of it was simply enjoyed for its musical artistry.

Overall it was truly deemed a hit by the vice-captains when Byakuya was seen dancing with his younger sister. Though Rukia was laughing at the time and his movements were rather stiff it had been ruled as dancing non-the-less.

The vice-captains used each other as partners since all of them were up to the task of being die hard partiers for the next several hours. They basked in each others company as they laughed and danced together. Passing each back and forth at a rather rapid pace, until none of them were quiet sure whom they had actually started the dance off with. Needless to say Matsumoto was the ringleader in getting everyone out on the floor. Even Oomaeda tried some of easier steps at a somewhat amusing success rate. They were drunk on the success of the night. Of course, all the lavish attention that was being thrown at them by the regiment members had them all riding on the high of success.

Even as she knew the festivities would last well into the night and Hinamori could already tell she wasn't going to last that long. As her tolerance for large crowds and loud noises still had a long way to go before she would consider herself normal again, but she was improving.

Yet all she had to do was look around and her gloominess was banished as she found herself smiling at one thing or another. Everyone looked fabulous. Matsumoto held everyone's gaze in her bright red kimono and was very obviously relishing it. Hinamori felt a brief moment of awe and jealousy that anyone could look that good and really go to no effort over it. The women had simply put on her fancy kimono, braided her hair loosely and she was off and ready to go.

She reached up and touched her own mess of hair. She was still bemused by the attack squadron that Yachiru had pretended to be in their attempt to tame her hair. Not that they hadn't done a fabulous job. Matsumoto had managed to coil it up into a thick French twist using the barrette that Yachiru had gleefully provided to hold the whole thing up. By now a good portion of loose bits and pieces of hair had worked free of the barrette and had laid to rest around her neck and face. Overall she had decided that she looked rather well. The dancing had put some extra color in her cheeks and thanks to a cup of something Matsumoto had slipped her earlier she was feeling slightly giddy and more prone to smile.

It was almost like old times.

Of course the major attraction for her had been Hitsugaya Toushirou and much to her embarrassment she was quiet sure the entire Gotei 13 knew it.

Unlike the other Captains who had chosen to at least try to put some color into their outfits for the day, Hitsugaya had chosen to go dressed in all black. While the color normally looked fabulous on him in his death god robes while in formal wear he was striking. She was almost sure that Matsumoto had to have helped him pick it out for all that it emphasized the build that he had worked so hard to attain in the last fifty years or so. It was not his normal method of dressing and she just simply couldn't help but stare at him every time her eyes drifted in his direction.

He had broad shoulders that were well muscled from sword practice, which was normally only visible in teasing hints under his captain cloak. On top of that his obviously flat stomach and lean muscles were easily visible thanks his chosen outfit for the evening. And at his entrance a good portion of the female population had immediately worked hard to convince themselves that swooning was only potentially embarrassing and would do them no good. She was hated to admit it but she was one of them.

She had been reduced to mush in a heartbeat and had been forced to take refuge behind a taller girl to hide her furious blush. Only peeking out every now and then convince her self that she wasn't imagining the whole situation. The more she looked the more she wanted to just sit back and watch him. She found herself wishing for one of those image replica things that Rukia had spent so much time trying to explain to her when they had been back with Ichigo. Even if she had not understood what she was saying she was positive that this was a flashy box worthy occasion.

The idea of a tiny square box being able to make an exact image of something and place it on paper with a tiny click of a button was had just been too much for her to comprehend at the time. Tonight however, she would have made an exception and studied it with the same intensity that she did her demon magic. He was more than worthy of such an effort this evening. He was absolutely spectacular.

The body she was using as a shield moved and she felt the urge to flee the second she realized his gaze was sliding in her direction. She froze as their gazes locked together. Icy green met warm brown in a soft challenge. She swallowed and the corners of his lips moved upwards ever so slightly and she instantly felt herself turn red, again, at his slight smirk. Before she could react further someone moved between them. She lost his gaze for the briefest of moments.

It was enough.

She carefully dodged through the crowd all the while mentally thanking Matsumoto for going for the bright red color and telling her how nice the lighter colors looked on her. Her light mint green kimono would not stand out nearly as much as so many of the brightly colored death gods in the room.

But that had been nearly an hour ago and while she had had her fair amount of dances with her friends and one rather fast paced dance with Kira that left her breathless for quiet some time afterwards. She had definitely reached her limit on crowds. She was happy to see that everyone seemed to be having a grand time, however. The captains had let their guard down, well slightly, and seemed to be enjoying themselves as well even though the majority of them were sitting on one side talking amongst themselves.

"Hinamori!"

She turned. "Matsumoto?"

The overly energetic vice-captain literally bounced over to her younger friend. "Some of us are going to go have some drinks and are inviting all the captain and vice-captains, would you like to join us?"

Hinamori shook her head. "No thank you, I was just looking for somewhere quiet for a while, perhaps I could come later?"

Matsumoto smiled in silent recognition of her refusal. They both knew that she would not drink with any of them tonight or perhaps the next night. To much alcohol of any shape, taste, or color, had been unwelcome since Hinamori had realized that excessive drinking made her dream of Aizen.

It was worth the asking however and the grateful smile that Hinamori sent her was all the thanks that she needed before she was off to find her next victim.

Matsumoto, she was so much part of the glue that held together the vice-captains. Even after Gin's betrayal she had worked so hard to ensure everyone was okay. Even now planning a drinking fest between the captains and vice-captains was just her way of keeping everyone together, one way or another. Personally she guessed that celebrations like this always made her think of Gin and that the more she drank the happier she was. Perhaps the dreams seemed more real to her when she could no longer discern what reality was and what wasn't.

Managing to make it through the crowed thanks to her smaller height and ability to slip through areas that taller people just wouldn't have been able to manage, she sneaked into one of the small rooms that had been set aside for people to rest and relax in. Since it was still early in the evening by partying standards she was at least guaranteed an hour or so of time alone. For which she was thankful.

The room had been created for the specific purpose of relaxing after a long night of dancing and drinking as several couches were arranged strategically around the room. Pillows were tossed here and there to invite someone to curl up with one while a large fluffy chair was nestled next to the fireplace. A fire was currently casting a pleasant glow into the room and was inviting one to curl up and sleep. She guessed that the lighting was done in consideration for those who might have already had too much to drink.

She settled into the huge fluffy chair next to the fireplace with a content sigh before turning her attention to the fire. As she let the heat wash over her she felt the muscles in the back of her neck finally start to relax after a long evening of dancing and holding up pretences.

Avoiding Hitsugaya…

That had been the real trick that evening. She couldn't decide if she trusted herself with him. She didn't fear him per se just the reactions that she was no longer able to control.

There had been a couple of moments when he had had almost caught up with her. The first one being when she and a few others had taken a moment to stop their dancing in exchange for a drink while he had been making his way over to them, unbeknownst to her. His height and hair color were an eventual give away when one was looking for him and she had spotted him moments before he had entered their circle just as a shy young man had asked her for a dance. She had of course agreed. Though the nervous way he had smiled had made her wonder exactly what she was missing. Especially when they had been on the dance floor and he kept looking over her shoulder and then promptly tripping over his own two feet. The poor thing just had not been all that well coordinated.

The second time he had approached Yachiru had been loudly declaring she wanted to dance and that her Ken-san was no wear to be found! Upon his arrival she had gleefully pounced on him and asked him to dance with her. She had not taken no for an answer and after a few minutes of badgering she had swept him away from the general area in a fit of high pitched giggles.

She sighed and brought up her hand to cradle her cheek. She really had to stop this. He was Hitsugaya, had been her Shiro-Chan! He would not laugh at her or scorn her for her silly problems, well maybe mock her, but that only because he had the hardest time showing his emotions. She still knew some things about him with a bone deep certainty that had followed them both out of there childhood, and that no matter what she did he would not deliberately hurt her was one of them. Yet it never failed that every time he walked into a room or looked at her something inside of her jumped and clenched, and she panicked. The irrational fear that he would just turn away and leave her like Aizen had was still there, no matter how hard she fought against it.

Not to mention that stupid blush that always appeared when he was near.

It was a wonder that he hadn't guessed her secret yet.

She was falling for Hitsugaya and there was simply nothing she could do about it. Oh how she had tried though. Fought it nail, tooth, and sword tip, but he had prevailed unknowingly against all her struggles and internal battles. She was quiet sure he hadn't a clue as to what he was doing to her.

It had started before he had 'grown up' she knew that. Some short time after she had been in her coma she had started to notice things that she would have rather left alone. When she was so tired of holding on, of fighting through her demons, he would appear and either rescue her from herself with a quick word of sarcasm that seemed to put the whole world back to rights or would simply ask if she wanted to go on a walk. He wouldn't have to say a thing after that just getting her out of the environment that was trapping her would send her demons running back to the shadows.

Other times it was just the thought of him holding her hand when she had woke from her comma and the concern that had shone in his eyes. The ice having melted and moved aside for her and she would suddenly grown warm with a blush would be suddenly be struck by the urge to run for the hills.

Once he had matured things had only gotten worse and part of her was glad that she had already started to push him out of her life and another part continuously slapped her upside the head for just not waiting a little longer because he had grown up and she had missed it. The height had been easier for her to miss. She had been gone on a mission to help Rukia on one thing or another in the living world. They had assigned it to her in the hope that getting her away from Soul Society for a while would help her get a grasp on things. They had sent Rukia with her because she had the most experience in handling living people, and would probably be the one person who could show her how to live with her demons having had to have dealt with more than her own fare share.

The mission had taken longer than anyone had expected and in the end it had been Ichigo who had saved them both. She was still in awe of the sheer power that he contained, but mostly she was amazed by the look of utter contentment and belonging that he would give Rukia when he was sure no one was looking. Not that she wanted Ichigo to look at her like that but just the idea of someone giving her that look of belonging and need had her sighing. Rukia was a very lucky lady.

She had returned, better, still not completely healed but Rukia had done wonders for her in her own way and she helped her move past the part of her that was afraid to trust those from her past, well for the most part. She still had her own demons to fight but she was no longer afraid that anyone she had once called friend was going to destroy her world as thoroughly as Aizen had if she leaned on them once in a while. She had finally started to trust again.

It had taken her several days before she had seen Hitsugaya once she returned. Having pushed so hard against him during those first years of her recovery he had not sought her out on her return and she had not seen him around. The first time she had had seen him had been from a distance and the shock of it had caused her to drop the stack of papers she had been carrying for her Captain. A most embarrassing thing to happen to a vice-captain…

"Hinamori, would you mind taking these papers to Captain Abarai for me?"

"Of course!" Anything to get away from the constant press of her own paperwork which was starting to stifle her it with its monotony for which she blamed the weather outside as it was just to pretty of a day to be indoors doing paperwork.

And so it was a quick hop to his desk and few steps towards the door and she was free of the constant press of papers and had the sunshine was warmly beating down on her.

The walk to Renji's office was not a long one. He being the third division captain after having been chosen to replace Ichimaru Gin and much to most everyone's surprise he had assumed captainship with the full support of Captain Byakuya.

"Captain Hitsugaya!"

She froze at the name. It had been months since she had seen him, and she wasn't fully aware if he knew she had returned yet or not. A quick glance around was all it took to locate the man who had done the calling as he was running towards another man on the other side of the path she was walking through.

She paused her eyes widening, the man she recognized as being one of the new vice-captains. He had dwarfed her during their introduction to each other and yet the person he had just called out to was every bit as tall as he was. Hitsugaya when she had left had most definitely still been as short as her. And yet, her eyes widened and the papers that she had been holding fell from her nerveless fingers. There was absolutely no mistaking that hair or the captain's cloak that hung around his frame.

'Hitsugaya', she swallowed hard. He had grown, tall, and by the look of it had filled out well since his growth spurt. The knowledge that she needed to pick up her papers and quickly before anyone noticed saved her from her thoughts. And in less time than it took for Ichigo to slay a hollow she had her papers and was on her way.

She would have to analyze the rest of it later.

She smiled wistfully; it had just gone downhill from there. His voice had deepened as well and she could not count the times during the joint captain and vice-captain meetings that she had gotten lost in the sound of his voice and not heard a single thing that had been said.

Then there was the time she had watched him train his division. She had stumbled into it by sheer accident as she was not one who was in a habit of watching the captains train their regiments. Her own training was more than enough for her. Matsumoto had removed her from a dangerous zone more than once, which had prompted all sorts of teasing from the lady. But she hadn't been able to help herself. The play of muscle underneath his robes, the skill in which he directed his men, and the sound of his voice moving throughout the courtyard… it was such a dangerous combination for her and she had fallen under his spell far to easily.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands. She was hopeless.

"Lost in thought again, Hinamori?"

Her head snapped up so fast she felt the room spin for a moment before she met an amused set of ice green eyes. She paused for a moment before managing to pull off a smile. "Hitsugaya-kun," she chirped with all the forced cheerfulness she could manage after the shock of being surprised.

"May I join you?"

"Of course, you know you're always welcome." She said, suddenly thankful she had picked the chair, leaving him the couch or various pillows around the room to settle in.

She jumped a foot and automatically scooted over when instead of taking the nice safe couch or pillows or…

"Are you sure about that Hinamori?" There were so many double meanings in that phrase, but she simply didn't have the skill to read them all. Instead she turned to face him while angling her body to the side and making her gaze as wide and innocent as she could manage.

"Of course I am."

He gave her the slight curl of his lips that he offered as a smile before leaning his head his against the back of the chair. She swallowed and follow suit. Careful to keep her hands carefully in her lap, she hadn't thought the chair would be big enough for the two of them. But besides their shoulders being pushed lightly together, well her shoulder against his arm, and their legs slightly touching there was plenty of room for both of them.

"Are you enjoying the evening?" he questioned, causing her to shift slightly so she could try to read his expression. It was calm as with everyone else he did not give away what he was truly feeling. She doubted he was feeling anything out of the ordinary anyway.

"Yes, it has been quiet fun. Matsumoto did a wonderful job with the decorations didn't she?"

He nodded, "I am just glad it was finished before she drove the rest of all crazy with her questions on color schemes and on this and that and then her refusal to explain why she needed to know."

She grinned. "She was rather instant on it wasn't she?" Apparently she had not been the only victim to be jumped for answers. As the female death god had gone around in a flutter for the two weeks she had had to figure out a theme and designs to create the desired affects. She had done a magnificent job and she would be surprised if she wasn't suddenly getting requests to do more parties.

The scowl that slid across his face had her lips twitching upwards before she looked away. She peeked over at him only to discover him watching her reaction with an intensity that was normally reserved for whoever found themselves on the wrong side of Hyournimaru. She tried, she honestly did, but she couldn't stop the fierce blush that promptly worked its way up her cheeks at his obvious inspection. She looked away.

The next thing she knew and his fingers were slowly twinning through hers and she found herself staring at their hands in some sort of fixed fascination.

His hands were so much larger than hers. Callused long slender fingers that obviously gave him his ability to master his sword so well curled around her own smaller fingers, while the palm of his hand fit against hers neatly. She could so easily see the strength that lay deceptively in his hands. For within them was the ability to control Hyournimaru with an unmatched ruthless efficiency and yet his hand cradled hers within the safety of his own with a gentleness that was so uncharacteristic of him.

She swallowed….

"You look wonderful tonight, Hinamori."

She paused in her inspection of his hands and looked up almost shyly. "Thank you," she paused and took a deep breath before plunging on, "You look quite dashing yourself."

That small arch of his lips…

"Hitsugaya…" She said, her voice betraying her nervousness in the husky whisper that she had no control of.

Something slid across his eyes, something that was to fast for her to catch or recognize as they held each others gaze for several moments. She was more than slightly un-nerved by his the obvious close inspection and had just worked up enough guts to ask if something was wrong, when he spoke.

"Don't you think its time that you stop running from me?" His voice was a gentle croon against her quickly fraying nerves. It was as if he was afraid that if he spoke to loudly he would break whatever spell it was that had seated in the chair next to him. He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss to the bare skin he found there.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat at the look in his eyes. His shields were down, she realized, helplessly caught in his gaze as the sheer amount of emotion shinning out from behind his normally ice covered eyes drew her faster than any moth to a flame, effortlessly holding her in place.

Nor could she stop the flush that worked its way up from her toes and up into her cheeks at the feel of his lips on the back of her hand. "I… I…" she swallowed hard. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ah well then," his voice was a soft caress against her hand. "Will you let me explain?"

"Ex…plain?" she whispered, her voice every bit as soft as his. She was helpless to break the spell that he was weaving over her.

He reached up with his free hand and released the barrette that had been holding her hair up sending it cascading past her shoulders and around her face. Her eyes widened as he gently buried his free hand in the dark silk.

"Hitsu…gaya?"

He smiled then, and she felt her breath catch at the sight of it, completely unguarded and open. Something sparked in her then and just like that the remaining desire to flee was gone. "You should wear your hair down more." He murmured as his gaze traveled across the dark expanse of her now free hair. She watched as his eyes traced the planes of her face back across her flushed cheeks before his gaze came to finally rest on her mouth.

She blinked. 'He is going to kiss me!' It was almost an afterthought with everything else that was currently rushing through her already overworked mind. But now that the thought had penetrated the rush of her thoughts she was surer of that knowledge than she was her soul cutters name. The gentle brush of his thumb against her cheek brought her out of her internal thoughts. She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments before opening them and looking up at him in wonder. He wanted to kiss her… that revelation took a moment to move past before her brain kicked into gear and almost as if she had no control of such things anymore, she looked at him.

And for the first time in quite a long time, Hinamori watched him in unabashed admiration. He had to be the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He had been darling as a child but the man he had grown into left her feeling breathless every time she gazed at him. And right now he was watching her with a soft intensity that sent her heartbeat into overdrive and stole the breath from her lungs.

He wanted to kiss her! And if she had had any ability to read him before it was quite obvious to her that if she didn't move right then he was going to, and yet, she could no more have left him and whatever it was he was offering her at that moment, than she could have forsaken her calling as a Death God.

That unrecognizable emotion flitted across his eyes once more before he smiled. And at that moment she knew she was lost. There would be no redemption for Hinamori Momo, not from this spell that he was weaving over her, not now, not ever.

"Momo," he whispered, and she could only watch in fascination as his hand released hers in favor of moving up and gently sliding across her cheek. Then he was tilting her head upwards and she watched as he slowly bent forward as if he was savoring the moment. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss, the feel of his soft lips on her own. Her hands move forward of there own occurred to gently grasp the soft material she found there. It was only then that she realized she was trembling…

"Captain Hitsugaya?"

Hinamori's eyes flashed open in a mixture of shock and surprise and Hitsugaya froze his lips so close to her own that his breath was fanning gently across her face. She was still caught up in the spell he had been weaving over her senses and it was not until he spoke that she realized just who it had been who had interrupted them.

"Matsumoto," he growled his voice lowering in its intensity, no longer the gentle croon he had been using on her.

Hinamori took a deep breath and turned her head to where the woman was standing, her eyes wide with surprise, and some mother emotion she couldn't read. She risked a glance at Hitsugaya and just as suddenly his mask of ice was back up and he was giving his vice-captain the glare he had long ago patented.

And just like that the spell was broken and Hinamori realized where she was and what she was doing. She had almost kissed him! That was all it took for her to scoot backwards and whisper a soft apology her face flaming with embarrassment. His head snapped back in her direction but it was to late, she had descended into panic mode and was up and moving before he had time to react.

She was positive she was turning purple with embarrassment as she brushed past Matsumoto, who whispered her own apology, and then she was in the hallway. She heard the door click on Matsumoto's soft voice and the growling reply before she was safely out of earshot.

It took her very little time to find an escape route outside and into the cool night air. She was very much thankful for the breeze that suddenly sprang up because she needed the cool air on her cheek to calm her blush.

She covered her face with her hands and sighed, he had…she had… they had almost kissed! And she was going to let him! A fine tremble moved throughout her frame and she shivered. She couldn't decide if she could consider it a good thing or not as her thoughts were in to much of a jumble to completely catch them and then identify.

She swallowed.

His lips had been so close. She could still feel the warmth of his breath against her lips, the sensation of his hand buried in her hair and sliding gently along her cheek. Her own hand moved up to cradle the cheek automatically. She paused, only then realizing that the hairdo that Matsumoto had managed to coax out of her hair was in total disarray around her shoulders with her clip no where in sight. Which meant that Hitsugaya had to have it; which meant returning home before she could pull her hair up and out of her face.

She sighed. So much for all that time and effort put into her appearance as soon as one thought was completed her brain was snapping back to the almost kiss of their own accord and she could feel the hot blush rise up in her cheeks again.

She was going to blushing about this for a month!

Not to mention she was positive that her dreams were going to be filled with soft words and gentle touches. She groaned and covered her burning cheeks with both hands.

'You really are a lost cause Hinamori!' She told herself, but even then she couldn't stop the small smile worked its way up to shine softly into the cool night air.

Chiba Hits-chan growls and pulls out Hyournimaru and starts beating Matsumoto over the head with it, "STUPID MATSUMOTO! Two months of paperwork and cleaning duties for you!"

Chiba Matsumoto ducks and covers her head with her arms before wailing, "I am sorry captain I didn't realize you were going to try to kiss her!"

More scowling and hitting, "You're educated, constantly tipsy, and a perverted women! Use you're BRAIN!" He calmly places Hyournimaru back on his back and continues to glare at her, "three months paper work or until you can redeem yourself."

"CAPTAIN!" Chiba Matsumoto wails, only to be meat with stoic silence, and eyebrow twitching from her captain.

Review Response!

heheangel kisses – thank you! And actually, the tone of each chapter will vary slightly because Hinamori is going to be going through different stages in each chapter. I hope they all link up well, but I cant see her just going through it all with the same out look, and while I hope they all link up and make sense I try to incorporate the ever changing view of Hinamori into each chapter.

As for Hitsugaya, he was most definitely affected by what happened to her. A little bit differently than she thinks, but I am glad that was able to be picked up! Ya! And Yachiru is one of my favorite characters, the Anime episode had me cheering because she is in it so much more!

And here the bright shiny, new chapter! I hope you like it!

Lunamet – Ooo I like reviews! Thanks, though I figured 15 was a good number actually, but thanks!

I like a whole bunch of the characters (big Matsumoto/Gin fan actually) and I try to incorporate different people into the story, because a) they add depth and b) there so much fun! And I hope this chapter is enjoyed just as much as the last one.

Een nihc – thank you! Hitsugaya is doing what he can, but she has been rather resistant to the whole idea!

Kevin – thank you.

Waterlilly - hands you tissue oh don't cry! But I am really glad you like it!

anGeL Hinaningyou – Here is your ball dearie! I hope you like it! And blush thanks!

Stacie - salutes updated!

Gina – Things definitely moved along in this chapter, and hopefully in the next one as well eyes her muse chapter four is currently 12 pages long and I am not completely done with it yet sheepish looking like its going to be a long one… and you should hear me babble sometimes, rather embarrassing. Thank you SO much for reviewing, again!

km – I didn't mean to miss you last time! I had already updated when your review popped up! So thank you very much, and I hope have enjoyed the last two chapters!