OMG! How long has it been? I am soooo sorry!

De temps en temps…

When Hitsugaya awoke, the first thing he saw was a little peach curled up beside him. He almost received a nosebleed from the image. She had her head next to his and her hands gently resting against his chest. But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was that her Yukata was slightly unaligned and her hair was down to frame her face, with her lips slightly parted. The light of day that came just before sunset gave her a pinkish glow and her cheeks a rosy hue.

He then realized something else. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, rather close to a certain area, and one of her knees was between his legs. The other knee was next to his lower leg, it was rather comfortable if you wanted to know. Not allowing himself to panic, he fell asleep again.


When Hinamori awoke, she yawned and looked around her. She blushed at the position she was in, but didn't move to get out of it. Instead, she fell back asleep. The screams heard in the distance must have been hollows.


Matsumoto was, as usual, up to no good. She was in the 10th division office with the door open for everyone to see.

"Yes! This is so gonna work!" Her smile and laughter startling nearby pigeons. (A/N: They're rats with wings I tell you! Rats with wings!) "I just gotta find Taicho and Hinamori…." She trailed off to remember a minor detail. Haru. "Oh he's not gonna like this… I will have to distract him…" Her mumblings heading off to another subject. Something like cinnamon and cherries mixed with nutmeg and eggnog in miso soup. (A/N: *gag*)

She set about her creation, moving this way and that way, scaring several shinigami away from even approaching her. Her creation was a cute, adorable, little puppy; groomed and dressed up in a pink bow. Setting the whining pup in the box, that she had carefully poked holes in, she noticed something. Another box on Taicho's desk that was rather small for any gift he usually got Hinamori. In fact, it looked like a necklace jewelry box seen at venders from around Seireitei. Though, she could have seen wrong. Taking a second look, a smug smile slid onto her face. Maybe her hair-brained scheme wasn't needed after all, though she could keep it just incase.

This time, her cackles scared Kyouraku away.


Haru felt really bad for Eve, as well as exasperated. Her pacing was driving him nuts, and her worried expression made him worried.

"Look, he'll be fine! Think; we need him for the band so Lin won't kill him! That's a guarantee. She might injure him a little, but not enough to cause permanent damage, so stop your pacing. It's driving me nuts,"

The only response he got was a glare that could go toe to toe with Hitsugaya's. It was eerily similar to the one he felt earlier.

"Fine!" He threw his hands up into the air and climbed off her bed. "Worry yourself to death. I don't care; don't blame me when Kei gets upset because you worried this whole time. You know he will too," As he stalked toward the door her voice made him pause.

"I'm more worried about Kami then I am about Kei," Her pacing continued, unhindered at all by the conversation.

He turned around and studied her features more closely. "Why are you worried for Kami?"

Eve stopped pacing. She faced him and her face was blank, her eyes glazed over in thought. "You know how Lin never talks about her grandpa?"

"Yeah…" Haru sat down on her bed again and watched her continue pacing.

"Well, there is a reason for it…. You see…You see her grandpa is extremely over protective…"

"Keep going,"

"And…well this is the first time Lin has ever gotten a boyfriend…"

"Oh…oh!" He exclaimed as he started to laugh, falling backward onto the bed and holding his stomach.

"I'm not finished,"

"Sorry…" He sat up and scratched the back of his head.

Taking a break to glare at him again, Eve stopped pacing and faced him. "The bad thing is that Lin's grandpa is part of the Gotei thirteen, and he is very powerful. Lin is also very…important… to the Gotei thirteen for another reason, and therefore, is not allowed to date fore that would cause a lot of people to get distracted and find out about another secret of hers."

"Just how important?"

"…"

Haru screwed up his face. "That important?"

Eve nodded and continued pacing.

"I swear, by the time you're done pacing there will be a sunken part in your carpet!" He shook his head and left.

Eve sat down and braced herself. "EVE!" He yelled as he burst through her door. "WHO IS HER GRANDPA AGAIN?"

"I never told you in the first place…"


The next time they awoke, they awoke at the same time. Hinamori smiled at him and he sighed.

"What time is it?" He asked, not getting out of their sleeping position.

"I don't know…but it's close to sunset."

"Ah," He yawned, and Hinamori giggled.

"What's so funny?" He playfully glared at her.

"Nothing. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah…I guess I am. Don't change the subject,"

"Okay," Hinamori started to get up and felt a tug at her waist. "What is it, Shiro-chan?"

"Don't call me that. I'm still tired…" He trailed off and yawned for emphasis, causing her to yawn. (A/N: Yawns are very contagious. If you want to know whether someone is watching you, just fake a yawn.) "See you're tired too,"

"Am not!"

He pulled her into the bed again and curled up beside her, his arms not releasing her. She sighed and turned to face him, a difficult feat.

"I guess I am kinda tired…"

"Then get some more sleep," He mumbled to her, his voice dripping with sleepiness.

"O…," She yawned again, "kay…" She curled up with her head on his chest, and his head above hers. Her legs were tangled up in his, and her hands were beneath her chin. "Night…"

"Night…" He yawned before falling asleep. She fell asleep too.

Watching from the cracks in the door, Kei almost laughed. The cut on his forehead really hurt, he needed to go back before he was caught.


Matsumoto skipped along, a medium sized box in one of her hands, a small box in her other hand. She was whistling an old lullaby, old enough for only a few people to know it. Her mind, not set on what she was doing, was already on how this needed to happen for it to work. Unfortunately, now was not the right time for her to be scatter minded.

"Oh, Matsumoto-Chan! I was hoping to find you, but right now you look more like a damsel in distress then my Matsu-Chan!" Kyouraku cooed to his drinking partner across the way.

Matsumoto snapped out of la la land to see several men staring at her. "Oh! I guess I am Shunsui. A little help please?"

"Alright," He disappeared, and as he reappeared by his friend's side, the men collapsed.

"Thank you, but I can't go drinking now! I'm on a mission!" Her happy, syrupy voice springing into the air.

"Does it have to do with mini Shiro-Chan's competition?" His eyes smiling beneath his hat.

"Yes it does! How'd you know?" Her voice full of shock and wonderment.

"Jyuu-Chan told me. I wouldn't worry though, Haru-kun is no competition at all when it comes to Mo-Chan! I wonder where they are, you haven't introduced me and Jyuu yet! Do you think Hitsu-Chan would mind my new nickname?" His random subject change was easy to follow for Matsumoto. Other got lost mid flow.

"Oh of course! I wasn't either; I did after all ask them to come here. They could be any where. I'll have to introduce you! Yes, Taicho hates all nicknames," Her speedy reply answering everything.

"Except for Momo-Chan's!"

"That's right! Want to come with me to Momo's barracks?"

"I'd love to! Nanao-Chan wanted to know what she wanted for her late birthday present anyway"

"Perfect, Guess what I got Momo for her birthday!" Rangiku's squeal heard by all passer byes.

"Hmm… concert tickets to see the planed boyfriend?"

"Wow! You're good. Momo-Chan's face when she saw his release was perfect. And Tobiume was excited, Hyourinmaru understanding, and Taicho….was Taicho,"

"Jealous, observant, not understanding, and plain old overprotective?"

"Correct! Strange that they would release their zanpaktos so early in meeting each other…"

"Maybe Haru-kun likes Momo-Chan a bit more then you thought, ne?"

"Then we would have more of a problem,"

"Indeed,"


"Taicho?" Isane's quiet voice pierced the new patient's room.

"Yes, Isane?" Captain Unohana pulled away from the man below her. His mousse brown hair caked with the blood from the freshly healed cut on his forehead.

"Lin-kun wants to know whether her friend is okay..." Isane started wringing her hands at her Taicho's usually untroubled features.

"He's fine," Her quiet voice held a troubled note, one hidden beneath the Taicho's happy exterior.

"Arigato Taicho," Isane left the room.

"You've been up and around. I told you not to get up, or Lin might just attack you again,"

"Sume ma sen," His quiet voice barely audible.

"Just see to it that it doesn't happen again,"

"Hai,"

The door to his room closed at the captain's cloak disappeared. Kei let out a sigh and sat up, his head turning to his slightly agitated, and invisible, friend.

"Eve, yes you're there, stop pacing,"

She appeared, as if out of nowhere, and sighed. A small smile was cast his way as she sat down, her shadow showing the slump in her shoulders he couldn't see.

"Not worried about me are you? A small cut and a few bruises, that's it. Unless…" He looked at her usually happy face, now a hard, concerned one, "You're worried about Lin's grandpa's reaction?"

She looked at his eyes and sighed again before nodding. A crooked smile showed on her lips, "Say that ten times fast,"

"Rather not…" Kei looked thoughtful. "Guess what I saw,"

Eve grinned, her behavior altering just as fast as her mood. "What?"

"Guess!"

"You got a headache?" Eve giggled as she said it.

"NO! Very funny, guess," Kei pouted at his friend.

"Okay, okay. Um… you… I give up," She sighed and peered at Kei.

"It has to do with Hitsugaya and Hinamori. I found them curled up against each other… having snuck out of my room," He confessed, "Asleep and positively happy,"

Eve saw a flash cross his eyes, "And?" She prompted.

"Well, I find it hard to… describe what I saw before they went to sleep," Kei explained, the tinge in his voice one of uncertainness.

"Try," Eve cleanly said; her smile gentle.


Captain Unohana tapped quietly at her desk; the habit had developed when having to wait for paperwork to make it's way to her. Even though she was a captain and she always had paper work, she finished it within minutes and had to wait for her subordinates to deliver their paperwork. She always double checked the papers to be delivered. Her desk was cluttered with checked, re checked, and triple checked papers from the past day or so. The only non-paper space was in the corner. It was a small vase that kept a small bouquet; it's purple, delicate flowers starting to wilt from lack of water. Isane gave them to her. She continued the gentle beat of a tap.

This time though, she instead was tapping in a thinking manner. After developing the habit, it just became something to do when she was alone; even if it was just a tap.

A knock sounded at the door.

Straightening up, she called to the door and allowed the person in. Isane, as usual, was only a little bit late.

"Sorry, Taicho…" Isane stuttered lightly.

"It's alright Isane. I just wanted to ask you a few questions," The Captain gestured slightly to one of the two chairs across from hers. It's blue backing the same as always in the dull room. Many people sat there from time to time to talk to her, ask her questions, or just have tea with her; it was one of the three most comfortable spots in the room.

"What is it Taicho?" Isane's voice one of puzzlement. Her same stutter and voice echoed slightly, there was less in the room then usual.

"Isane…. Do you know where the people from Lin's band came from?" Her captain didn't look at her as she asked, the chair was turned to one of the walls with her eyes looking at Isane from there corners.

"No, Lin-kun never said. She just showed up with them and they just played… whatever they played…Taicho? Is there something wrong with them?" Isane clasped her hands slightly and lowered her head to a bowed position.

"I don't know Isane….I don't know," Unohana grabbed a cup and twirled the handle between her fingers.