The sun broke the city, rays of golden light streamed through the window. All was calm, in Karakura town (is town and city the same thing? o.o).

...Wha...? Is it morning already? Miyumi thought, drowsily, not wanting to open her eyes. She rolled over--and felt her forehead making contact with the closet door (the little wood part that keeps the paper together :)). The chocolate haired girl groaned heavily, her hand automatically snaking its way up to rub the sore. "Good-morning to you too, world..." she muttered, sarcastically, poking the small bump on her peachy skin, her eye twitching slightly at the prickling pain that spread throughout the bruise.

"Hey! Miyu, you okay in there?" a quiet voice asked in alarm, rapping on the door simultaneously,

"What? No, I'm fine." she pried the closet open, and came face to face with her best friend,

"Oh. Okay! I just came up to tell you breakfast's ready."

"Mm. Kay, thanks. See you in a bit."

"...Miyu..."

"What?"

"...Did something happen last night? I-I mean with you and Shiro-chan?...I-I mean you came home seeming upset!" she defended, wanting to not give off any hints of yearning(Is it just me, or does yearning sound like urinating? o.o;). But either way, Miyumi read her like a book, no way she was really interested in her, more than then what happened with him.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"For being so snoopy."

"Ha, ha. No, it's okay Mo. See you in a bit, kay?" she grinned at her, making sure Momo felt comfortable leaving, before letting out an exasperated sigh. The abnormally short girl slid almost silently out of the small closet, looking around the empty room. Miyumi only then realized she didn't have any clothing with her. Oh hell. At the moment, all she was wearing was a button up blouse, she had borrowed from Ichigo. The collar reached down to her upper chest, revealing most of her neckline, and went down to her lower thigh—and of course a pair of undies (teehee. Yes. I still call them undies :) Panties just sounds...Wrong _). Nevertheless, she shoved that dilemma to the back of her mind, making her way to the bathroom.

"Whats taking her so long?" Toshiro asked, annoyed at Miyumi's lack of punctuality,

"Well, it does take a long time for girls to get ready in the morning. Let alone Miyu." Momo replied, in spite of her childhood friend, while moving around leftover grains of rice, eying her other best-friend ever-so wantingly every now and then.

"I'm gonna go get her." he stated, his aqua irises not even closely straying her way, but rather remained utterly focused--as usual. Momo thought of her, too. But enviously, and in a way that a friend shouldn't think of another. But she quickly dismissed it, No. She's my best friend. We're all just friends...But... What if thats all we're ever going to be? She continued, the last sentence referring more to Toshiro and her, than Miyumi at all.

"Calm down, Shiro. I'm here!" Miyumi said, in a sing-song voice, scampering down the stairs and into her seat, beaming at almost everyone in the room,

"Whats got you so hyped?" Ichigo asked, in his scowl-y expression,

"Well! I'm glad you asked! WE, are going shopping today," she grinned, emphasizing that everyone was forcefully being dragged, if they were to refuse.

"No." Toshiro declined, as expected,

"But Shiro!" Miyumi whined, "I don't have anything to wear!"

"No!"

"Shiro-o-o! Common! Ple-e-ease?"

"No. No. And since your gonna ask again...No."

"Ugh, your going whether you like it or not. So. TO. BAD." she flashed him another cheeky smile, and began eating her breakfast.

"Your not getting me to go, did you forget, I'M your captain?"

"Mmf. Did you...Tmch, forget...Omn, you OWE, me?" she said between chews,

"Do I?"

"Mhmm! Remember?"

"No." she leaned over, whispering something to his ear, her breath smelling a lot like curry. The young-captains eyes widened, as she was speaking, and he automatically stiffened, "Oh. Yeah, we can go today." he agreed, turning his face away from everyone at the table, as Miyumi smirked, victoriously. Momo wondered what she said, while everyone was sure they didn't want to know.

"O-oh! Momo-chan, this would look so great on you! Rangiku, oh my god, that is GORGEOUS!" Miyumi squealed in delight, watching her friends try on different clothes, while the guys hid outside the store, afraid of what she might make them try on.

"Haha," Momo giggled, covering her mouth, and going into one of the change rooms,

"Thanks, babe!" Rangiku chuckled, twirling around, showing her backside, then stopping abruptly, "Oh. My. God. OHMIGOD. OHMIGODOHOMIGODOHMIGOD." she ran over to a rack, and ripped out a white, short-sleeved blouse, with a black vest over top, and literally sprinted over to the next rack, and tore a black, layered miniskirt from it, "TRY THIS ON. RIGHT. NOW." she roared, shoving the outfit at her height-impaired friend.

"Wh-what?"

"JUST GO!" she almost threw Miyumi into one of the changing rooms, and slammed the door behind her. The emerald-eyed girl sighed at her best-friend's enthusiasm, and took off the purple sun-dress she borrowed from Yuzu, anyway. The vest made her quite uncomfortable, since the neckline was meant to go right under her bust, which she had never had much experience with wearing before.

She stepped out of the small closet-like room, and waiting for her friends opinion. The next sound she head was a shriek, and the next thing she felt was the sensation of falling and arms being wrapped around her waist,

"MIYU~! OHMIGOD WITH LOW-FAT BARBEQUE SAUCE! YOU LOOK SO DAMN CUTE!" Rangiku's voice boomed in her ears,

"Agh! Rangiku, what the hell was that!?"

"I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF!"

"Uh...Yeah...Could you get off me now?"

"Yep!" she stood up, while tugging Miyumi along with her, "We are SO getting that for you."

"Great...OH HEY!" an idea popped into her mind, "WE NEEDA SHOP FOR THE GUYS!" she grinned, running in and out of the changing room, back in her—Yuzu's—sundress.

"Common, common, common, common, common!" she was almost bouncing around the room now, "LET'S GO-O-O-O-O-O!" she practically dragged Rangiku and Momo out of the store, running over at least three by-standers in the process.

Well, I know this was a short chapter, but I'm just the type of person who procrastinates. It's not like I haven't been writing, I have. Just a chapter to far into the story -_-; I'm just that type of person, getting into the love and action before the story line -___- One of my biggest faults... sniff sniff, cry cry

Anyways, I'm writing this is Vietnam, and gotta tell you; MY MOM GOT HIT BY A CAR!!! Holyfuckingshishkabobs!!! D: I mean, it's happened to me before, but COME ON, she's OLD for crying out loud. 46. Common world, why couldn't you spare her!?!?

:(

Love ya'lls, until next time babes :)

~Cassie