OMG. As I write this, I'm in vacation mode. Listening to Escape by Enrique Iglesias and dancing on my chair over and over again while writing... I'm crazy.

Sorry for boring-ness AND randomness of this chapter, as well as the lame-lame-lame-lame-lameness. In middle of writer's block, and I usually get like this when finishing off a story. And, if I would try to make this story longer, it would be yuckyy. Besides, I'm just a humble little 14-year-old. Okay, I lied.

I'm not that humble.

Holy spazms. I have to write a one-shot relating to that song. You can run you can hide but you can't escape my loveee.

Uhm, watch out for that.

About one or two chapters left in this dating game! Holy cow, I had the ending in mind ever since the second chapter.

Aww. I'm gonna miss writing every week. After this, I'm back to one-shots. Ehehe.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Of Hormones and Love ;D

"Anoo... Ishida-san... weren't you out with Orihime-san today?" Nemu poured a cup of steaming hot green tea, placing it in his hands. "Where is she now?" She asked, watching the Quincy grab at the cup quickly, blowing the steam away.

Ishida scratched his head. He hadn't remembered. Until now, that is. "Well, you see, she left me to go with Ichigo... but then again, I left her because she gave me these wasabi cakes that were a bit too spicy..."

She laughed quietly, covering her mouth with her hands, releasing a breath of air she did not know she was holding in the first place.

"I see," Nemu regained her composure. "Orihime-san is quiet... unique, no?"

He let out a stifled laugh.

"I got used to it."

"You're the one making the excuses!" Rukia repeated, whacking Ichigo on the head for the umpteenth time. "MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND, BAKA!" She was getting annoyed by now.

First he says he loves her.

Then he says he's kidding.

Now, she's mad.

Really, really mad.

"Okay, okay!" Ichigo hissed at the ebony-haired girl. "Don't have to make a fuss, ya know?!" He crossed his arms immaturely and faced his back to her, muttering something she couldn't hear.

"I w.. s.. ... ... l... s... okay?!" His words couldn't be heard, but it sparked interest in Rukia.

She gave a sly smile. "You what?" Shrewdly, she came up to him and poked him. "You... You..." Rukia motioned for him to speak clearer.

Ichigo's eyes narrowed, looking a bit flustered. "I... I w... s... I... was... I was... uhm... god... damn..."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "You were god?" Rukia spazzed. "Oh wow Ichigo, I didn't know that..." Her voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Baka! I am- was not!"

"Then tell me!" A grin was plastered on Rukia's face. She had won.

Ichigo took a deep breath in.

"I... was... jealous-- jealous of that bastard, damnit!"

Somewhere else in the Soul Society, Renji felt a sting deep inside his heart.

"Ow."

"You- You were?" Rukia was surprised, but then again, she kind of suspected it. "Really?"

Ichigo gave an evil glare. "Like hell I'll repeat it." His brows furrowed in embarrassment. "But I meant what I said, so live with it." Off-character-ily, He waved his hands to brush the topic off.

Rukia stared at the boy. He was cute, the way he got jealous. And, he was always there when she needed him. Also, he had saved her from death.

Ichigo was something else, whether it be an idiot or a savior.

Whatever the mood was, Rukia had something to say about this. She didn't have regrets. Well, that was what she was saying. She hoped that she wouldn't have any regrets later on.

"You... were jealous of me, Ichigo?" Her head tilted upwards to meet his face. He glanced down.

"... un." Was his reply.

"Ichigo... I really love you, you baka."

"H- Have I said thanks for being with me?" Hitsugaya coughed slightly, a trace of red on his cheeks and his usual scowl placed on his face. He grabbed for his slice of watermelon that he had been saving for all day. "I mean with the paperwork. N- Not that I..." He bit into the red fruit, to stop his ramblings.

Hinamori was flaming red. "Uhm, well, you've already said that..."

"S- Sou ka?"

After the incident earlier, it was awkward for them. Hitsugaya thought about it, spitting out the black seeds to her.

"H- Hey! Hitsugaya-kuunn!" She whined, picking the wet, black seeds off her equally colored uniform.

She's a girl. Woman, I mean.

I'm a man.

We're here at my division.

All alone.

Doors locked.

All alone.

We're still all alone.

I need to stop thinking.

He rubbed his temples furiously, grabbing the next sheet of paper and signing it hastily, without a second's glance. Hinamori eyed him worriedly, watching him slam the paper on the finished pile.

"Hitsugaya-kun..." She started off slowly. "Are- Are you alright? I can do the paperwork for you..."

"No!" Hitsugaya hissed in reply, taking another sheet of paper and signing it so hard that the ink seeped throught the paper. "I can do it, Hinamori. Just... hand me that piece of paper there." He needed to relax himself anyways.

She grabbed for the paper and handed it to him carefully, watching him snatch it from her hands quickly. "But you're stressed out... and you've already helped me before with my paperwor-"

"I can do it, Hinamori."

Hinamori usually didn't take 'I can do it on my own' for an answer, and most likely never will. She stood up from her seat and walked up to the captain, hands placed on her hips.

"Hitsugaya-kun!" Hitsugaya spun his chair around to face her, his brows rising in question. "I can do it too!" Hinamori shouted in annoyance, grabbing his arm and nudging it away from the armrest.

Her outcry was not going to be useless.

"Mou, Hitsugaya-kun, you're so selfish." She teased, pushing Hitsugaya to the side, halfway off the seat, so she too could also sit. "You need help."

Hinamori pried the hands of the frozen ice captain and cheerfully took his pen. "I'll do it for you, okay? You don't have to be stressed anymore. You just put the things together!"

Inwardly, he groaned.

It's not the paperwork I'm stressed about, Hinamori.

Ichigo froze in place, millions of thoughts gathering in his head. "... I..."

Who knew Rukia would say that? Ever? Not Ichigo, especially Ichigo.

"Rukia... I..."

"Here, done with this!" Hinamori handed a new stack of papers to Hitsugaya. "See how fast we're going now?" She gave him a bright smile and went back to work.

Hitsugaya sighed inwardly. "Eh." He took another bite from his watermelon.

Hinamori sighed in agony. "Eating that watermelon makes me hungry, Hitsugaya-kun. Can I have some?" She asked sweetly. "I've been doing your paperwork, and just want a bite!"

"Here," He took one last bite and handed the juicy fruit. "Just, just finish it then. I'll work on the paperwork now." Hinamori agreed to this, putting her stack aside and taking the watermelon.

Hitsugaya sighed in relief, going back to his paperwork.

"Mm..."

He couldn't help but look after that.

"You know, Hitsugaya-kun, this is good!" She took another bite into the watermelon. A piece stuck to the side of her lips.

Hitsugaya gulped. "Y- You got a piece on your cheek."

"Really? Can you take it off?"

"Shall we go outside?" Nemu offered, opening the tatami door, motioning for Ishida to follow. "It seems like a nice day to go outside, don't you think?" She gave a small smile.

Ishida nodded. "I guess so, it's really nice out today." He concluded, even though he had been outside for what seemed like hours earlier.

They both stepped outside and looked down.

"Oh? What's that over there?" Nemu pointed downward quietly. "Isn't that Kuchiki-san? And ryoka-san?"

Ishida peeked downwards, the cup of green tea in his hands. "Hm, I wonder what's happening?"

"Ichigo... I really love you, you baka."

Clink!

The glass shattered into a million pieces, scattering all over the floor.

"Impossible...!" Ishida was in the state of surprise. Nemu was surprised as well.

"Kuchiki-san and... " Her words were lower than a whisper as she spoke to the Quincy. "... ryoka-san?" She turned to Ishida who in turn shrugged his shoulders, eyes glued to the couple below.

"Apparently so."

Nemu looked down again. "I see." She put her head up and glanced across the division, past the railings, on the other side. It was the Tenth Division, and the window was open.

"Ishida-san, look over there!" Nemu tapped his shoulder, distracting him from looking at Ichigo and Rukia. "Across!"

After prying his sight from the pair below, he listened to Nemu and looked across. "Hitsugaya-taichou of the Tenth Division and Hinamori-fukutaichou of the Fifth?! They look as if... are they going to kiss?"

She nodded vigorously. "I... I guess so..."

Suddenly, the tatami door was slammed open. "The ryoka and Kuchiki?! Hitsugaya-taichou and Hinamori-fukutaichou?! WHERE?!" Mayuri boomed, slamming his pale, skinny hands on the railing.

Ishida felt really awkward putting his hands on the railing as well, so he stepped away.

"T- There..." He weakly pointed across, the other hand pointing down. "T- There... over there..."

"Where? Where?" Kira came onto the scene, a bag of chips in his hands. "I can't believe I almost missed this action! Hisagi! Oi! Over here! Let's see who wins!"

Hisagi trudged to him. "I'm losing my bet..." He turned to glare at Ishida. "Thanks a lot."

Ishida stared at him cluelessly. "I don't really get you..."

"Holy hell! Is that... ?" Hisagi ignored Ishida's comment and rushed to the railings, near the Twelfth Division captain. "Hitsugaya-taichou, go, go, go!" He leaned in as close as he could. "Oh man, where is this world coming to?" He joked with Kira.

Kira chuckled. "Damn, if I hadn't missed that meeting, I would've bet it all on them!" He pointed to the white-haired captain and the peach girl. "Damn it all!" He cursed, then turning back to watch the action.

"We're missing the action! Urahara!" Yoruichi hollered, pulling the man with the green hat onto the balcony. "Faster!" She grunted, tugging him even harder.

He groaned. "I can walk! Just let go, Yoruichiii..." Urahara whined.

Soi Fon entered the group too. "What about me?" She asked Yoruichi.

Yoruichi lifted a brow. "What about you?" She spoke, bluntly rejecting the small girl for the millionth time that day. She turned back to Urahara. "There! There! It's Ichigo and Rukia!"

"Neh? Neh? Where?" He peered downwards, and the two watch

"Urahara...!" Soi Fon had no chance against that man.

Meanwhile, with all the confusion around and all the random people entering, Ishida scratched his head. "... why... why are you all here?" He asked, but no one really answered.

"It's because we are." Yoruichi motioned for him to be quiet and he gave up. Might as well watch, he decided.

"Rukia... I..."
Hinamori stared weirdly at the captain. "Hitsugaya-kun...?" She spoke softly.

He leaned closer. "You know, you look cute like that, Bed Wetter Momo." Hitsugaya smirked widely.

It was going to be a tough battle. Who will win?
Holy crap. This is a really speedy chapter. Eh.

Anyways...
It's a cliffie. Two more chapters left! I'll give you the titles.

Of Winning and Winners

Of Endings and Beginnings

Not that much random titles. Just plain regular chapters. Uhuh.

Anyways, thanks to all you reviewers, you've always made my days. So... review! I shall update faster if you do. LOL. And tell me who you think will win?

I have my preferences. Well, my preferences win, supposedly. But most likely your preferences will be mine too.

Oh yes. Sorry for mistakes.

-Tsukia, tma.