"How can you be so calm about this, Gin?"

"It isn't something to get worked up over."

"But what if we get caught?"

"Don't think about it and we won't."

"Damn you really can work it good."

"Of course I can."

"Stop being so hard-headed."

"I can't help that either."

I turn red.

I bet you just got a horrible idea about that conversation didn't you?

"DAMN IT! WE GOT CAUGHT! RUN!"

Truth was, we were only playing a video game where we were criminals stealing things and trying to stay away from the authorities.

We escape and save our game, quitting for the day. I stand off the floor and sprawl across the couch, yawning. I pick up a magazine and instantly see beautiful dresses. I roll my eyes while flipping to the page that told about some celebrity scandal.

"I hate dresses."

Gin picks my head up and sits, forcing me to rest my head in his lap as I continuously flip the pages when I get bored with something.

"Which reminds me, I saw the crumpled note you threw in the trash about that dance coming up."

I cringe. Today at school I'd been told about said dance...

"Now class, I know some of you will just crumple these up and throw them at each other, but please pay some mind to them." Our teacher begins passing around papers.

"A school dance?" Tatsuki snorts. "There is no way I'm about to put on a dress and prance around."

"Agreed on that!" I give her a high-five. "I don't think anyone could weasel me into one."

"Now girls, at least think about it! It supports your class and gives you more funds for graduation!" The teacher wails.

"Like I'm going." Ichigo scoffs.

"But Ichigo, Tatsuki, Misao, it'll be fun!" Orihime smiles widely. "I wanted you to go with me Ichigo."

He stops, turning slightly red. "Uh, I don't know-"

"I thought you said you weren't going." Rukia grins.

"Hey I might!" He shouts at her.

"I'm not." I prop my feet on my desk. "Don't have a date anyway."

"I'll make Uryuu go with you." Riko smirks giddily. "If you go."

"Hey, I never agreed to that!" Uryuu cuts in.

"You wouldn't want to go with me, Uryuu?" I pout.

He holds his hands up. "Not what I said! I'm not going either."

"Me either." I shove the paper in my bag. "I'll chunk that thing away when I get home and clean out my bag. It gives me something to do."

"Class, enough! Pull out your textbooks!"

I shake off the memory. "What of it? I'm not going."

"Why?"

"You ask 'why' more then any person I've met, and that's saying something since I'm best friends with Riko." I open my eyes and look up at him. "So don't even ask about it. I'm not wearing a dress, end of story."

"But you look so cute in a dress." He shows his teeth slightly.

I turn red and stick my tongue out. "Shut up. You wouldn't know, you've never seen me in one!"

He pulls a picture from his pocket of when I was little. I had on a little white dress with pink flowers on it, my skin slightly peachier then Ichigo's is now. I had a wide smile on my face as I reached up towards my dad as he took the picture.

"Hey, that's when I was little! Where'd you get that?" I scowl. "Wait, and why was it in your pocket?"

"For a moment like this. I found your albums you hid under the couch." He waves it around as I snatch at it. "No, I won't give it or the other discriminating ones I have back unless..."

"Unless?"

"You go to the dance. And you have to wear a dress." He was now smirking more then smiling.

"You can't possibly have ones that horrible-"

"Naked in a bathtub when you were three."

"But I have no date!" Oh yeah, that picture was horrible. I didn't want anyone to see it. At the Kurosaki house, underneath the couch was the safest since no one looked there. I guess being stuck with someone that has nothing better to do then annoy me and clean isn't a great thing for personal hiding places, and most certainly not the 'hidden in plain view' places like from the Kurosaki house.

"That can be solved." Now he was smiling even more, his teeth showing completely.

"You?" I smack my forehead. "Fine, but I want those pictures back and I mean without you keeping any copies!"

"Deal. We'll go buy a dress tonight." He chuckles. "Get ready to go."

I glare as I get up and stomp into my room, flipping my middle finger up as I go.

"No more Gin! No more!" I wanted to cry. He held up yet another dress for me to try on. "I'm only one girl!" I whine, crying waterfall tears. "Spare me!"

"Stop whining." He picks up a specific dress. "This will be the last one you try on. If you don't like it, then we'll go with that white one."

I drag myself into the black dress he had picked out. It had no back besides thin straps and it was a halter with a V-neck that showed off a good amount of cleavage. It was a form-fitting dress and immediately cut off at my lower thighs. I let my eyebrow twitch as I stare at it.

"No."

"Come out and let me see it."

"I refuse!"

"I'll come in then." He easily opens the locked door and stares at me. "I like that one."

"Pervert!" I hiss. "I'll get the white one."

The door was closed behind him, trapping us in the small space together.

"But it makes you look innocent." He stoops over a bit to see me at eye level. "Now why lie?"

"I'll get the black one if you go away." I was steadily turning red.

"Why should I?" He grins. Oh wait, he was all ways grinning.

"Because you're in my bubble!" I narrow my eyes, laughing nervously. "Out! I'll get the black one!"

Before I know it, he'd turned his back and was out of the dressing room. "The black one it is."

"Oh he's good." I blink, changing back to my jeans and t-shirt. Gin was paying, handing money from some unknown source to the guy working at the register.

The guy working the register grins at me. I smile back, finding him extremely cute. He may have worn a suit, but his black hair was gelled in a faux hawk. He wore a lock necklace around his neck that I bet was tucked when his higher-ups were about.

"Hey, I'm Ryuuko." The guy smiles a big one.

"The name's Misao." I lean against the register. "So why do you have a job here and not at the local skate park?" I give a flirtatious simper.

"The place is full and they pay better here." He looks at Gin, who now wore a thin line on his face instead of a smile. "Uh hi?"

"Oh that's Gin." I had to introduce him as I get back to smiling again.

"He your boyfriend?" He looked a bit nervous.

"No-"

"Come Misao." Gin had my collar as he dragged me out.

"Uh, bye Ryuuko?" I blink as I'm yanked outside.

What the hell?

The walk home was virtually silent. I walked a good ten feet behind him, head bowed in thought as I rubbed my chin. I didn't notice he was out of sight soon enough.

"Gin?" I blink, the sky orange from the setting sun. "Where'd you go?"

"Oh, look, someone's lost." A huge man appears with a gang of thugs. They surround me. "Come with me and I'll make sure you get home."

"Yeah right." I scoff, getting in a fighting stance. One grabs me and holds me up off the ground easily. "Lemme go!" I slur.

"Now where's the fun in that?" The one I expected to be the head honcho steps in front of me, tracing my chin. "My, aren't you tan? I wonder where that tan line stops..." He tugs on the waist line of my jeans.

"Let me go!" I try to kick him but he easily holds my legs down with his hands.

"I'll use my teeth then." He was smirking as the gang snickers.

"I believe the lady said to let her go."

Everyone turns to see Gin. He stood stoic with his hands in his pockets.

"What's it to you?"

The big guy had a crushing hand around his throat before he knew it. "Let her go and I won't have to kill you." The grin made him even scarier.

"Boss, he has funky eyebrows," one of the stupider ones whisper to their ring-leader.

"Tiny, let her go." The largest and ugliest of the men, the one holding me, let's me go. I pant, shaking off the feeling of those grimy hands.

Gin makes quick work, merely hurting all the guys to a point they'd never make this mistake again. He was about to begin a slaughter, but my voice stops him...

"Here, killing is illegal!" I choke, luckily stopping him before he could do any more damage to the group.

As they lay on the ground in crumpled heaps, he steps over a few to get to me, a bag still in one hand.

"I don't think you should wander off again." His smile was a kind one, if you'd believe it. I think it was... at least after living with him for so long that would be the closest to a kind smile... I think...

"Sorry."

He offers his arm and I link mine with his. As we walk, I was once again in thought.

"Gin?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for that... But I still hate your guts..."