A/n: sorry it took so long but you get two chapters, yay! I don't like this one so much but it was done last week and I'm too lazy to change it now. I like the next one though 'cause Quincys are awesomeness!!

Oh and thank you to my reviewers!

It was enemy territory but it had to be done. He promised his young fukutaicho that he'd help her find the perfect outfit and make-up for the dance because despite her pessimism she would have a date to the dance; even if it had to be Ikkaku- but he didn't tell her that. He didn't bother knocking to announce his presence. The captain wasn't there anyway. He saw his mortal foe sitting at her desk thumbing through a fashion magazine. That fiend! Matsumoto Rangiku!

She looked up at him dully apparently having sensed his reiatsu, "You? Come to borrow some of my make-up again?"

"You know that was for Yachiru," he said as she tossed the magazine into the bin.

"Yeah sure. For 'Yachiru'," she rolled her eyes and tapped her fingers lightly upon the untouched stack of papers in front of her.

"Besides I don't need make-up to be beautiful,"

"Really? Maybe you should invest in a higher quality mirror."

"Hmph. I'd leave but unfortunately you're the only one I can ask this favor of," he said closing the distance between himself and her desk.

"As if I'd do a favor for you," she tossed her hair.

"It's for Yachiru."

She sighed and promptly pulled out a giant container from under her desk, "I see. Did Kenpachi find her stash again?"

"No, this time we've hidden the mascara and lipstick in Maki-Maki's room, but I think a light colored lipstick and a fair blush is needed for this occasion; everything you've given her so far is gaudy and whorish."

"You'd know gaudy and whorish," she mumbled pulling out nail polish bottles, nail files, lipsticks, fake eyelashes (so that was her secret!), and an extremely orange eyeliner, "so what's the occasion?" Rangiku paused and then squealed, "Wait! Does she have a date?! A-a boyfriend?!"

"No," Yumichika blinked, "but she wants to go to the Annual Dance and…"

"Ohmygosh! Who's she going with?!" She bounced and Yumichika was sure the whole of the Seireitei either had heard the squeal or felt the tremor produced by her jumping woman flesh.

"Well that's the shame of this whole thing," he sighed melodramatically, "No one's asked her yet."

"What?! But it's tomorrow night! I can't believe no one…why? She's so pretty and spunky! Any guy would be lucky to even have her look his way!"

"She is pretty but she's also Kenpachi's, er, girl,"

"Oh, right." Rangiku frowned, "But there has to be someone Zaraki would let escort her. Another captain perhaps?"

"Like who? He wouldn't let Soifon near her, Komamura is a too hairy, and I don't even want to think about what Zaraki would do if Kyoraku-taicho attempted one of his sexual lines on her,"

Rangiku giggled, "That's for sure. Hm, I don't know. Maybe…," her already large eyes widened and Yumichika found this extremely funny for some reason but he did his best to refrain from anything more than a pleasant smile, "well, anyway, here, I think these will do," she hurriedly handed him a lipstick and a small container of blush.

He looked down at the make-up and nodded to the tenth squad fukutaicho before sweeping out of the room, "until next time, Matsumoto."

As he left the tenth squad headquarters he smirked rather pleased with himself. If he was right, and he usually was, he'd just scored one potential date for his Yachiru-chan. He glanced at his watch. It wasn't even lunch time! Certainly this was an excellent start to the day.

His next stop- the fashion designer!