The Proposal

Disclaimer: I don't own both Bleach and The Proposal.

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Still inside Toushiro's office

After moments of silence, Rangiku finally let everything out, "What the hell just happened?" Rangiku hit Hitsugaya's arm hard, "Are you crazy?"

Toushiro winced and closed the blinds, "Listen, long story short, you and I are getting married, because if not, I'm getting deported. So how 'bout we make a little deal here?" He smiled sweetly in hopes of convincing his employer in question.

"No! No, no, no, no. A million times no. Listen, I hate you, and you hate me, okay? You're a big meanie and you make my life a living hell every day." She said incredulously. "Maybe you're stressed. Yeah... I should, um, call someone for help. I think you're sick or something." Rangiku mumbled the last part while nodding to herself.

Toushiro let out a small bark, "I'm fine, Matsumoto. I just need you to marry me. Pretend marry me. Here's the deal, you and I marry each other and I get my green card visa business done. Don't worry, after the required amount of time, we'll get a divorce and you'll be done with me."

Rangiku gaped at Hitsugaya, "B-but what if the immigration people find out this is all a big lie? It's illegal! I'll be imprisoned! For like, a thousand years!

"They're looking for terrorists, not carpet dealers. And even if they do, you won't get imprisoned for a thousand years. 5 more like. And of course you're marrying me, what am I even saying. If you don't, then I'll fire you. You'll be on the streets alone, looking for another job faster than you can say 'I do.'" He said simply.

"Wh-What?" Rangiku sputtered, outraged. "You can't fire me based on that! That's rubbish!"

"Actually, I can, and I will. I'd say you slack off often and apply polish during work hours. Oh, and you drink too. Don't think I don't know your stash of hidden alcohol, Matsumoto." His mouth twitching suspiciously while doing so.

Rangiku cursed under her breath, "Fine. On one condition."

"What?"

"I get promoted to director. And I get a huge raise." Rangiku smiled contentedly, apparently pleased with her quick wit.

"Are you kidding? I'm not going to promote you to director!" Toushiro declared unbelievingly, shaking his head while doing so.

"Fine. Then I quit. I quit, and you're screwed. Goodbye, boss." And with that she headed for the door.

Toushiro blinked once. Twice. "Wait! Matsumo-Matsumoto."

Rangiku halted and turned to face the man, "Yeah?"

"….Fine. I'll-I'll make you director." Hitsugaya said after a small pause.

Rangiku smirked and pulled a chair towards her, "Now ask me nicely."

"Ask you nicely what?" Hitsugaya asked dumbly, clearly confused.

"Ask me nicely to marry you." Rangiku said simply.

"What does that mean?"

"You heard me. Get down on your knees." Rangiku said with a funny hitch on her voice. She was clearly enjoying tormenting her boss.

Hitsugaya fidgeted uncomfortably and knelt down, "Wi-will you marry me?"

"Um, no. With more feeling, please. Say it like you mean it." The blonde criticized.

"R-Rangiku?"

"Yes?"

"Swee-sweet Matsumoto Rangiku?" Toushiro swallowed.

Rangiku looked down at Toushiro's kneeling frame and couldn't help but let out a laugh, "I'm listening."

"Would you please marry me?" Hitsugaya looked up at Rangiku, slightly blushing. "Please."

"Sure. I don't appreciate your proposal. I'd like for a diamond ring, but it'll do, I guess." Rangiku reached her hand out and pulled Hitsugaya up, stumbling a little because of his weight.

She tilted her head, "So how are we going to do this? Go to the immigration centre first?"

"Well, ye-"

"That's easy." Rangiku raised an eyebrow and nodded in approval.

"As fiancées. Consider us engaged." Hitsugaya continued.

Rangiku's jaw unhinged, "Wait, what? We're engaged already?"

Toushiro stared at her blankly, "Well, yeah. I thought you knew already." It was his turn to smirk this time.

"I hate my job." Rangiku shook her head and sighed.

Later, immigration centre

"You know? When I said things couldn't get any worse, I didn't mean it as a challenge." She glared angrily at the crowded immigration office, "I hate crowded places. Except the mall, of course."

"Bear with it, Matsumoto. I'll do the speaking from here on, alright? You just sit down and nod to everything. I've got everything taken care of." Toushiro explained when they were waiting for their turn to be interviewed.

"Sure. My darling here takes care of everything, doesn't he?" Rangiku flashed him a sweet smile and patted his arm in a loving, sarcastic way.

An immigration employee soon interrupted Hitsugaya and Rangiku, "Follow me please."

Hitsugaya nudged Rangiku along slowly, "What're you waiting for? Come on."

Rangiku rolled her eyes for the second time that day, "Stop pushing! I'm wearing heels, and this place is practically a hut! Plus, it stinks of cheese too." She crinkled her nose a little, but followed the man intently, pulling Toushiro behind her.

"Hello, I'm sorry about the wait, it's a busy day today." A man's voice boomed when they reached a room at the end of the corridor.

"Hi." Rangiku mumbled back curtly, clearly disliking this man at first sight. Kellinger was a thin and scrawny man with spectacles too big for his face. He had thick, bushy eyebrows making him always seem discontented. Rangiku straightened her blazer, sat herself down at the two blue plastic chairs and patted the seat next to her, motioning for Hitsugaya to sit.

"You must be Mr. Toushiro's."

Hitsugaya shook Kellinger's hand, "Hello to you too. Yes, I'm Hitsugaya. Hitsugaya Toushiro. And this is my fiancée, Matsumoto Rangiku. I can't tell you how much me and Ran-ran here appreciate you seeing us on such short notice." He patted Rangiku's hand and squeezed it lovingly.

Kellinger nodded unenthusiastically, "Sure, sure. So I have one and only one question for the both of you." He looked at Rangiku directly in her eyes, "Are you agreeing to help him by committing fraud to avoid his deportation so he can keep his position as a director?"

Rangiku shifted her body slightly and crossed her arms around her chest defiantly, "That's ridiculous, no." She flounced her hair back and pursed her lips.

Kellinger inhaled sharply, "Let me explain how this process is going to unfold." He paused. "Step one, you'll both be placed in a separate room and be asked questions normal couples should know." He squinted his beady eyes and continued, "Step two, I dig deeper. I check phone records, I talk to friends, families, neighbors, and co-workers. If by any chance your answers don't match up, you…" He pointed at Hitsugaya, "…will be deported immediately."

To Matsumoto he said, "And you, Miss. Rangiku, will have committed a felony punishable by a fine of $300.000 and five years in federal prison."

Rangiku snorted uncharacteristically and whispered, "This better work out." She composed her sweet forced smile for Kellinger, "And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Hitsugaya cleared his throat loudly and looked at Kellinger who was already busy saying something else, "So, have the both of you told your parents about your sweet love affair?"

Toushiro cleared his throat again, "Well, her parents are... dead. And mine is currently in Alaska."

"I'm sorry for your fiancée's loss." Kellinger replied without sounding sorry at all. "So are you planning to tell them soon?" He inquired again, raising one eyebrow.

"Um, yes actually. Ran-ran and I planning to go to Alaska for the weekend to tell them the good news. My mother lives with my grandma and it's her 85th birthday this Sunday, so the news is definitely going to be a surprise for her." Toushiro replied smoothly.

Rangiku snapped her head up immediately almost to the point where it hurt, "Alaska? Alaska. Alaska! Remind me to bring my faux fur coat!" And with that, she earned a dirty look from Toushiro.

Kellinger looked at Toushiro and Rangiku skeptically, "Right. So uh, I'll see you guys here at 10.00 on Monday morning for the interview then. You can go now." He stamped something on a paper and directed his hands to the exit door without any more talk.

To Be Continued..

Authors Note: Whew, finally done with this chapter. This took me ages to complete, I don't even know why. I hope I portrayed Kellinger equally as annoying as the immigration person on The Proposal ehehe. Don't forget to review!