[Argh! Sorry, sorry! There was a bug on this thing, so I had to remove the chapter then put it back on!]

Haha, I saw my friend doing this, and I laughed my head off. She said about getting the idea from someone else, but I don't care because I like it XD

This happened while Miyuki was still alive, before she went to Soul Society, so it's a flashback.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the fanconcept of my fanfictions.

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The Definition of a Moron

Never underestimate the power of very stupid people in very large groups.

-x-X-x-

I was in the cinema with Sakiko and Koichi, who dragged me along much to my chargin. That's right. I didn't want to be here in the first goddamn place. It was an American movie which was in English, so there were obviously many Europeans in the room. It was a big cinema, an we were sitting in the back, watching 'King Kong versus Godzilla', the old, black and white version. Great movie, lots of random screaming. Masaru, Keiko and Koji were watching a horror movie in the other room instead. Last time I saw those three was when they were arguing to either watch 'Aliens' or 'Saw'.

After ten minutes into the movie, a skinhead walked in, and sat down on the row ahead of us. I dropped my head. He was European, and he was bald. I didn't want to stare because I didn't want to seem racist. I peeked to the side to see Sakiko and Koichi; they reminded me of a moth going to the light as they stared at the bald man. All they saw was a shining, bald nut and they looked like they were compelled to sit behind it and smack him on the head.

I gulped, my face going red in embarressment as I looked back down again; thinking of something to say with the effect of 'I don't know those two people and I've never seen them before in my life.'

Soon Sakiko was nudging me. ''There's a bald guy over there, I'll take over all your school duties for a week if you dare.'' I looked at her for a moment, and being so shallow, I nodded. What harm could it do? I didn't even know the guy. Slowly, I made my way over to the seat right behind the cue-ball...

I raised my hand gave him a good smack right ontop of his head.

''Ahh!'' the man exclaimed before he snapped his head around to glare at me. ''Oi! What'chu want?!'' I raised my eyebrows at his accent. He must've been Welsh. My brain went into hyper-drive, and with an acted expression of realization I opened my mouth to speak.

''Saito!'' The name was random, and I pretended to know him. ''Wat aar yuu doin heer?!'' I asked in very heavily Asian-accented English. He arched a thick brow at me that told me he was asking himself if I was mentally impared. Which didn't surprise me in the slightest.

''...My name's Evan.''

I smiled like an idiot. ''Oh sorry, is mistake,'' I said with bad grammer again. With that, I hurried back to my seat. ''I thought you were someone else, please enjoy the film...'' I didn't know if he could hear the mutter under my breath, but I was too embarressed to find out.

The whole audience was distracted for a second, but they carried on watching the film because King Kong and Godzilla were fighting to the death, howling like there won't be a tomorrow. As I plopped into my seat, I shivered when Sakiko leaned over to me. ''Miyuki-chan, that was great!'' she said, looking over at the guy. ''I'll take over for a month if you do it again.''

I sighed, cursing my weakness. I've always been the lazy type, I'd do just about anything to avoid school duties. Soon I made my way over to the seat behind the man and raised my eybrows when I something red caught my eye. I had hit him so hard the first time there was a red print of my palm on his head. I readied my gloved hand and hit him one over again.

''Ahh! You! What the bloody hell do you want?!'' he asked, flustered and pissed off beyond words. I gulped before I started my act.

''Saito, I know its you, don't lie to me!'' I said, insisting. This time he looked at me as if I was a completely insane person who needed medical help as he rubbed his head. His eyebrows furrowed as he opened his mouth to speak again.

''I said my name's Evan.'' I could tell that he was growing impatient. I, like before, smiled apologeticly like an idiot.

''Sorry, is mistake again!'' And he blinked before I escaped back to my seat. By now I was asking myself if I should perhaps sit somewhere away from my so-called 'friends'.

The skinhead got out of his seat and walked his way all around, and sat on the very side; seat one, row one, away from us. By now we were watching the end of the film, where King Kong and Godzilla had become very good friends. King Kong was on the beach, waving his ridiculously large arm about while he roared and Godzilla was going back to the sea (in a very strange walking-style if I might add... though they are giant gorillas, what am I to say?). He did that one final turn and opened his mouth.

''Eiiyeeeeeeaaaaaa!!!'' His roar echoed around the whole cinema.

''As if he said: 'Text me, yeah?''' Sakiko and Koichi laughed at my pun. Laughing didn't disturb anyone, since the whole hall was filled with snickers and giggles at the bad filming of such an old movie.

But soon I gulped when I saw Koichi's eyes flash as something shiny caught his attention and he pointed a finger at it as he leaned closer to me, ''Miyuki-chan, he's down there; seat one, row one...'' he said in an officer's dialect, his eyes trained on the victim. ''I'll take over for three months.'' I glared at the both of them, who were looking at me with wide grins on their faces.

''Each one of you are taking over three months, that's six in total. No excuses, no refunds,'' I said, and their grins widened as they nodded animatedly. I swallowed the lump in my throat, walking all the way over around the seats before I silently sat behind the skinhead.

By this time, no one was watching the film. All eyes were fixed on me, the people were mostly grinning in anticipation as they ate a handful of their popcorns without looking away. From the corner of my eye I could see someone making a smacking motion, not saying anything. He was obviously encouraging me to whack him over the head. I shook my head and took a deep, deep breath.

*WHACK!*

''AH! YOU! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT?!''

Dead silence throughout the whole cinema.

My eyes lit up. ''Saito! Here you are! I've been smacking a bald bastard up there for the past half hour!'' I said, pointing at the back row.

...That was needless to say the last time I ever watched a movie with either Hamada Sakiko or Mori Koichi.

-Owari-

Hm, well. Since this IS the last chapter, maybe I SHOULD end this with a bit of HitsuxMiyu XD

This IS a chapter sketch. It really happens in The Philosopher's storyline. XP

-x-X-x-

''I love ichigo!''

The weakest part of me releases my most powerful emotions.

-Hitsugaya Toushirou

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''...You what?'' Momo asked, flabbergasted with my casual confession. We were in Rukongai, buying some fruits as presents for Obaa-san before visiting her again today - to which Toushirou has agreed to come, much to my astonishment. Though Momo didn't seem surprised; she actually giggled about something I couldn't quite catch, which thus resulted in Toushirou blushing and snapping like there was no tomorrow.

We had bought a lot of watermelons, and because they weren't really my taste, I decided to go hunting for strawberries - which didn't take long, considering that they were in the stand next to where the watermelons were being sold. I loved strawberries, obviously; I just said that, which made Momo look at me as if I had grown a third eye.

''I love ichigo.'' I looked up at the lieutenant when I repeated my statement, shrugging slightly. Then she looked at me as if I had grown a second head. What? Were the strawberries bad in this place?

I didn't see the captain who was behind us twitching at that before trembling slightly, his fists tight. Anger was radiating from him as his head was tilted down.

Today both Toushirou and Momo took a day off to pay the old woman a visit, so they didn't have to wear their standard shihakusho. Momo wore a dark pink yukata with (I laughed out loud when I saw it) peach imprints on. Well, clothes fitting the name was a nice cliche to have once in while, wasn't it? And Momo forced me to wear the light-pink version of the outfit, much to my chagrin. She was giddy when she saw us together, calling us the 'Momo-sisters'. And Toushirou, being the stubborn spoilsport, refused to wear anything other than the standard robes along with his haori.

''I'll get the other stuff for Baa-chan.''

I blinked when I heard the suppressed wrath in Toushirou's voice, and looked over my shoulder to only see his retreating back. ''Toushirou? Is there something wrong?'' I widened my eyes when he looked over the shoulder at me with glaring teal eyes.

''Nothing's wrong! Everything's just fine!''

I was taken slightly aback by his sudden aggression, still confused when he looked ahead again, crossed his arms in his sleeves and he walked down the market street. There were quite a few people eyeing him when they saw him walking by; because of not only his black shihakusho, but mainly because of the white haori which practically broadcasted him being a captain of the Gotei Jyuusan. He never liked drawing attention to himself. Now, follow this equation - White, spikey hair. Teal eyes. High status on his uniform. Short. - That's my definition of irony.

I turned around completely before my arm unconsciously raised up slightly to reach him as a reflex. ''Toushi—'' He was out of hearing distance. I frowned. What made him so angry? Was he mad at me? Or was he grumpy with today in general? Was it because of his grandmother? Did I say something that upset him?

My thoughts were whirrling around in my mind in a choatic manner before Momo tapped me on the shoulder, since I had been only staring where Toushirou had left. I looked up to see her big, chocolate eyes. ''Miyuki, about what you said...''

I widened my eyes at her words.

''Surely you don't you really love...!?''

I blinked. Then frowned in confusion.

''Ichigo? Yes! I said so three times now!'' I said, sighing as I shook her hand off, irritated because I was worried about Toushirou and because Momo was asking me the same question over and over again. I turned to the stand before looking at the shinigami over the shoulder with half-lidded, dispassionate eyes. My hand raised to point at the strawberries. ''Because I love ichigo, am I allowed to buy some? Or are they that crappy here?'' I asked as I used my other hand to pull the money out Rangiku gave me to buy clothes with. I mentally sighed when the memory resurfaced in my mind. The owner of the stand, a woman, looked at me with a flabbergasted expression before glaring at the back of my head.

Like I cared.

I was too busy arching a brow at Momo's dumbfounded expression.

She had bent over slightly, her arms hanging down, her hands still holding her bags, and her shoulders slacked. She looked at me as if I had scared the living hell out of her with something beneign.

''...WHAT?'' I asked.

''Nothing, nothing,'' she said before turning to look at where Toushirou left a few minutes ago with worried eyes.

I scowled in annoyance. She wasn't going to tell me anything, was she?

--

''Oh, Momo! Miyuki-chan! How nice to see you!'' I smiled when I saw Momo running into the living room to hug the elderly lady with wide arms and happy squeals. When Obaa-san looked up at me, I tilted my head to the side to give her a warm, soft smile.

''It's wonderful to see you again, Obaa-san,'' I said, and walked to one side to reveal the person Obaa-san probably wanted to see more than anyone else. The old woman's beady eyes were wide when she saw the figure behind me. A gasp filled her lungs, and I saw small tears building in the corner of her eyes.

''T...Toushirou...?''

I glanced at the captain to see that the corner of his mouth was shaky, as if he was trying the suppress the urge to give out a wide smile.

Inwardly I sighed. Even to his own grandmother he can be stubborn at times.

The old woman got to her legs as fast as she could with her old bones, but Toushirou helped by going over to her. ''Toushirou...!'' she called as she pulled the prodigy close to her, making him twitch in surprise. She had a hand on his head, patting him as she rubbed her cheek against his, much to his apparent annoyance. Momo giggled at the sight, and I soon followed the suit. ''My little Toushirou!''

''Baa-chan! I'm not little!''

Needless to say I shook my head.

I watched with laughter dancing in my eyes as Obaa-san kept cuddling her grandchild with glee. But inside I was confused and in turmoil. When Momo and I caught up to Toushirou after his little disappearing act, he completely ignored me. Even when I would directly ask him something; it was as if he was treating me like air. But because of the situation now I didn't want to start an argument - it wasn't Obaa-san's fault that this mystery-conflict popped out of nowhere.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Momo's cheerful voice.

''Why aren't you sitting down, Miyuki?''

I blinked when I realized that everyone had sit down except for me, as I was seemingly daydreaming. ''Ah, gomen!'' I said hurriedly before sitting down, which happened to be next to Toushirou. I glanced at him to see that he was scowling at me before looking away after he closed his eyes. I narrowed my eyes at him. That jerk! Just what the hell was his problem?!

I turned away from him as well, crossing my arms.

Momo was looking at us with a nervous smile, while Obaa-chan blinked at us, confused. ''Lover's quarrel?'' the old woman asked. Momo laughed dryly, still obviously nervous about the tension, judging from the sweat building on the side of her face.

''S-Something like that...'' she said.

''Keh!'' Toushirou scoffed, crossing his arms as well. ''Don't be joking around! Lover; someone as un-cute as her? I would have to be out of my mind to even think about considering that!''

I bit my lip to suppress a wince, deepening my scowl to keep my front up. ''Oh really? Well sorry for being so un-cute!'' I said; he wasn't getting out of this with some muck on his pride now. ''I could think of so many other guys I'd like to be with! Who are handsome, kind, and tall! Just why should I consider you?''

I didn't see the flinch from Toushirou because I was looking away from him, but I did hear the wordless growl errupting from his throat. ''So Kurosaki is the better choice afterall, is that was you're trying to tell me? Forgive me for not being a giant like him! Or being as stupidly nice as him!'' he said, and I raised my brows when I realized that he was using an unusual form of sarcasm...Was it even sarcasm? ''So tell me! Tell me right now why you're choosing him instead of me!''

A blush creeped up to my cheeks at that particular sentence, confused as I was. I felt my heart beating faster because of his words, which made me feel guilty about what I had said a few moments ago...but then something just popped up with my head as a large questionmark.

''Kurosaki?'' I repeated in a bewildered voice before turning to look at the back of his head, since he was still looking away from me. I barely saw him twitching when the substitute shinigami's name left my mouth. ''Why in the name of buggery are you mentioning Kurosaki of all people?''

Now the twitch was noticable enough for even Obaa-san's old eyes to see. I was taken aback when Toushirou's head snapped back to face me. His eyes were so furious, it almost reminded me of the time when Toushirou scolded me in my 'inner world'. Hurt, anger, frustration...the same emotions, except for one which I never thought would ever see in those teal orbs - envy.

''WHY?! Because you proclaimed your undying love for him; that's why!''

I blinked, which is something I found myself doing rather often lately. Undying love? What undying love? Kurosaki? Hah?

''...Just what in the blue blazes are you talking about? I never claimed to love Kurosaki!''

His eyes widened for a moment before narrowing back to a glare. ''Are you trying to take me for retarded?! You said that when I was right next to you! TWICE, even!'' he scowled before looking away again. My eyes where wide when I saw the seemingly depressed glint in his eyes. '' 'I love Ichigo!', 'I love Ichigo!','' he repeated. ''You even used his given name for that!''

Suddenly everything went click in my head.

I promtly busted out laughing, clutching my sides, falling over and rolling on the floor.

''Oh Kami!...I can't believe that you thought...Hahahaha!'' I couldn't form out proper sentences as I was laughing so hard. I felt both hysteria and relief wash over me, creating a pleasant and energetic feeling. My vision was blurry because of the tears gathering in my eyes, and I only heard muffled noises of Toushirou's demands for me to shut up and explain myself. But I was just too busy laughing at the moment.

Though the prodigy certainly got my attention when his palms slammed on the floor on each side of my head. I blinked when I felt the vibration as I looked up to see that he was hovering over me, looking at me with confused, but intense eyes. I found that having pale skin was extremely unpractical, especially when it came to blushing. He was blushing too, I could tell, but his tanned perplexion gave him an advantage. My heart started beating faster, and my eyes were wide.

''What the hell are you saying!?'' he asked, ''What else could you have been talking about?!''

At that moment, though a little bit bewildered, he looked adorable. My eyes softened and I gave him a warm smile, to which he blushed harder, much to my inner joy. I looked up at the floor above my head and smirked. My hand reached up to grab the paperbag, then pulling it down to where I was being pinned down by Toushirou. I noticed that he was straddling my hips to keep me in one place while I was laughing, so I couldn't squirm out to get the bag like most people would do.

''Yes, yes, I do love ichigo...'' I said, reaching into the bag. Before he could say anything or get any ideas, I pulled out a few strawberries for him to see. ''Why? Don't you like them? They're one of my favorite fruits,'' I said in painfully obvious ignorance.

I grinned at the look Toushirou gave me - more or less identicle to Momo's in the market. 'As if I had scared the living hell out of him with something benign'. Only that his was a lot more dramatic and dumbfounded, as well as flabbergasted. My blush instantly faded, and his too.

''...You were talking about...ichigo...as in strawberries...? Not as Kurosaki Ichigo...?''

I sigh escaped my lips as I shook my head.

''Nope.''

There was an awkward silence between us as he just stared at me with disbelief and I just stared back with raised eyebrows, regardless of our suggestive position.

''...Oh my, Toushirou, how bold you have grown!''

Both Toushirou and I twitched when we heard that elderly voice.

Shit. Forgot about them...

We slowly turned our heads to see our audiance of two were both smiling, with Momo clasping her hands over on each cheek as she squealed slightly, her eyes were practically sparkling with enthusiasm. ''Kya! Shiro-chan!''

Obaa-san was staring at us with a big smile and with wide, unblinking eyes. I think I even saw her leaning closer by stretching her neck to look at us.

Toushirou looked like he had just seen a ghost (excuse the pun). His skin was ghastly pale to prove it. But soon it flushed with different shades of red before he fell on his side, too shocked to keep his balance or even move. I watched with big eyes, thinking that the heat fused his brain before I sat back up to look at his limp form on the ground.

-:-:-:-:-Frozen Passion-:-:-:-:-

''Ja ne, Obaa-chan! We'll see you soon!'' Hinamori said as she gave Baa-chan another hug.

It was now sunset and was time for us to leave, seeing as going back too late wouldn't please anyone in Seireitei, especially right now after all the chaos. Miyuki bowed her head respectfully before giving her a warm smile. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks when I saw it and looked away. After that little scene, I found myself blushing whenever I was looking at her. It was annoying, goddammit! Why was I so angry when I misunderstood?! And why was I so happy when she cleared it up?!

''Stay well, Obaa-san,'' Miyuki said respectfully, making Baa-chan smile at her. Miyuki always had a way to charm elder people, I noticed as my throughts were broken from my train of yellings in my head.

''I put my little Toushirou in your capable hands!'' My eyebrow twitched at the old woman's statement.

''Baa-baa!'' I yelled, using the ruder form for her title, giving her a harmless glare.

Miyuki chuckled, and glanced at me before answering. ''I won't disappoint you, then.'' I blushed at that, and I found the corner of my mind asking myself to what context she was applying that comment to. Soon Obaa-chan turned to me, and gave me a pat on the head. Like she did when I told her I had decided to leave for the academy.

''Do come back again to see me. I really miss you, you know.''

I didn't want Baa-chan to worry about me. I cried when I left her, and I was sure that I made her very worried. Even though she put up a kind, soothing face; she had tears in her eyes that day, decades ago.

Not coming would've been a sign of independency. I wanted her to know that I was alright. That I could take of myself.

But I guess that wasn't necessary anymore. She knows that now.

I allowed a small upturn of the corner of my lips as I looked into the eyes of the person who raised and loved me with all her heart. The reason of my happiness when I was a child.

''Okay, Baa-chan...and I missed you too.''

--

Hinamori had left to go to the bookstore on our way back, but before she left Miyuki and I, she whispered in my ear to 'mend up the damages'. I blushed when I scowled at that annoying memory, and she used shunpo to get away before I could unleash my irritation on her.

I was walking ahead of Miyuki, my arms crossed. To be honest, I was slightly nervous that Miyuki hadn't started making fun of me about that misunderstanding yet. No, scratch that, it was scaring me.

That was probably one of the most embarrassing events of my life, especially when Baa-chan and Hinamori had been watching the whole time, no less! Damn it...

''So tell me! Tell me right now why you're choosing him instead of me!''

My face just got warmer when I remember that slipping out of my mouth before I had any control over it.

I sighed wearily before looking at Miyuki from the very corner of my eyes. I looked at her features which I'll always have in detail in my memory.

All these confusing emotions that I was feeling...this was all your fault, Higurashi Miyuki.

Hinamori's words echoed in my mind again as I looked ahead again. 'Mend up the damages', huh? She meant apologizing or somehow redeem myself, didn't she? Easier said than done! What was I supposed to do...?!

I realized that Miyuki and I were just walking in silence for a long time now, which made me fanatically think of something to say.

'I'm glad that was just a misunderstanding, Miyuki.'

'I was REALLY worried.'

'To be honest, I guess I was a bit impatient this time...'

I sighed, not noticing Miyuki raising her eyebrows at that at the weariness of it.

Isn't this great...Not one single kind word to use...I've always been rather bad at things like this...

I stopped walking.

So casually...If I just take her hand...

Slowly, I uncrossed my arms and brought my shaking, twitching hand back for her to take. I was blushing, looking away with closed eyes, embarrassed.

But my eyes were wide open when I felt a gloved hand grasping my shaking one, and I soon let out a breath of relief as well. ''Sorry for making you worry, Toushirou,'' I heard Miyuki saying, and I turned to look over my shoulder, seeing her smiling up at me warmly; only making the heat on my face increase in temperature. And my pulse raced.

''But I'm glad that we cleared up the confusion.''

Without saying a word to answer her, I continued walking, her hand still in mine, blushing my face off.

'I'm glad, too.'

'From now on, I'll try harder to be a kinder person for you.'

'You can't make me worry like that.'

'I'm happiest when I'm with you like this...'

A heavy sigh escaped my lips. It's no use...

''Mou! Why're you so gloomy?...Ne, Toushirou? Oi!''

-Owari-

A/N: ...And there we have it. The last chapter for this arc. XP

Please read this because this is kind of like an intruction manual XP

Okay, as I said in the last chapter, I'll explain what's going to happen now. I decided to do a multi-story arc. So far I have planned out until the 5th arc, knowing more or less what I plan to do there. This story-line is now called 'The Philosopher', with each title of the arcs having the word philosopher in it. Yes, I know I'm simple. I'm pretty sure about the name of the next one, but it may change. Though if it has something with 'the philosopher' in it, then most likely that is a reliable proof. XD

Now, someone has asked me if there would be lemon in this. The answer: Yes, there will be. As well as lime, obviously. But not until the 4th arc, okay? So you could get yourselves ready, but it will take a while. XP They were also people who expressed surprise with Rangiku's little...tease in the last chapter (lol). In Japan, it's like a law to have a few girls in class who would grope you in the changing room. Seriously. That was the main reason why my twin and I always got changed in the bathroom while we studied in good ol' Nihon.

I have to brainstorm about this 2nd arc. Because, as embarrassing as it may be, I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with this 2nd arc. I know exactly what's gonna happen in the 3rd and 4th, but no idea on the 2nd, which is a bitch, really XO

So...It will take a while.

And including for the fact that I have to start with advanced schooling; if you're German or Swiss, then you should be familiar with the term, 'Gymi', or 'Gymnasium'. And to those who just read through that and don't know what I mean; NO, it's not a sports hall. It's a academic path. Google it. XP

...But to keep everything together, I will be busy with this whole thing.

So, the initial message is, the faster you want me to upload the story, the more reviews I need to remind me that I have to work on it. I'm very fickle. And very worried, to be honest - when I first came here on fanfictionnet I was reading InuYasha fics and even made one. I left to do course work, didn't touch the story for two years, and when I came back I had lost interest in InuYasha completely, deleted it, and started with this one. So, in all honesty, to keep my interest in this, I need reminders and motivators. I'm very easily bored, that's my biggest flaw ^^;

I thank every single one who have reviewed, alerted and favored this story. E V E R Y S I N G L E one of you! You are my inspiration and reason to write! And I only write for you!

A special thanks to Dragon of Twilight, for betaing this chapter like many others!

Sigh. Alright then. This is now the end of this arc. The last time I sign out on this piece! Please review to motivate me! I don't have much of an imagination so I need encouragement! XD

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