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She should've chosen a pond, a creek would do, better yet—Shiro-chan seemed more suitable for a puddle than the ocean.

Kuchiki Rukia new that by her creation of the newly improved sex god, Hitsugaya Toushiro (frankly because she bought him the goods and made him into the pimp he was now), didn't seem too enthuse with his accumulated look.

He ruined her perfect masterpiece!

While the bait itself was a grand fisher, the raven head had thought that his 'touch-me-and-die' laser beam glare was enough of a turn off for many women. She was smugly grinning after the white-haired male had rudely shooed her off to sit on the next booth, with a clear view across from his. After promising not to interfere, crossing her heart and palm up in surrender, the younger Kuchiki surveyed the downfall of the inevitable…

And of course, her winning price…. Fluffy doesn't stand a chance.

But no…things went awry, and stupendously unexpected.

After what seemed to be ten minutes or so (in which could be promptly translated to centuries in Rukia's opinion) that the white-haired male just sat there with a deadly look on his face, and enough to put up a ten feet radius around his table, she was already predicting his defeat.

'See, fluffy, this is what happens when you don't have my divine guidance… "No need," my ass. You can't even get a fly to attract you.

And as the raven head cued in on putting a stop to the bet and self-proclaim her victory…things went horribly wrong. So wrong that after the first "girl" he had talked to—she had thought of insidious plans to somehow ruin it without "interfering."

The self-satisfied grin was reflected back in his face, as his conceited emerald eyes connected with hers.

Just for her amusement though, Rukia knew Toushiro could draw women to his attention…but frankly he drew the wrong specie. Needless to say, whitey was surrounded by sharks and whales, not pretty ones—mind you. She prayed that at least one of them would resemble a carp, or a parrot fish.

Rukia wondered how much of a low peg did whitey went down to, to be proud of his catch(es) of the day.

"Kyahh! I just love your white hair!!"

"Are you shooting a movie here!?"

"Oh my gosh!! Then that would be so awesome! You're so hawt!!

This was all worth it! The raven head stifled her giggles. While it was true that Fluffy would look down right ravishing (if only he'd stop glaring and frowning) he'd attract dolphins or angelfish.

"Is your hair really real!?"

"Are they natural?" one woman went so far as to pull and poke at it.

"It's natural."

She had to commend him on his patience (not seeing his gritted teeth and fifth vein popping) and the caked in smile that he presented. 'At least he isn't like Renji, using the chair as a means of defense…god that was funny.'

"You have such pretty eyes! Are they contacts!?" lemon shark asked.

"No, they're real."

"Really!? OMG! You like look so hot in them, like a foreigner, like you know!"

"How old are you!? You look so young, but you still look so mature!" pygmy whale squealed.

"Do you have, like a girlfriend, or like something?" the blush seemed incongruous at hammerhead shark's face.

"Uh, um…not currently." He answered truthfully. Really, there was absolutely nothing going on between him and that evil bitch.

Rukia had to bow her head down the table, as her shoulders shook. She knew that the white-haired male was just shooting daggers of glares at her right now or maybe pleading for her to "interfere" but no…she will stand by her word (for once). She was-after all, a law abiding citizen.

But suddenly her enjoyment was cut short as said whales and sharks were replaced by…

"Oh my, hello there cutie,"

A rather voluptuous woman with red locks accosted the raven head's clientele as a group of (obviously) older women with huge racks, tanned skin and hair that had been bleached in more ways than one surrounded the popular emerald eyed male.

Needles to say, Rukia's jaw dislocated from her face.

These were the type of women who go out in clubs, sleep with businessmen and can afford silicone every year! Holy crap…fluffy's in for it.

She could not believe (although it wasn't much of shock, seeing Toushiro's looks) that he had finally reeled in some decent, yet immorally- crappy women. But they were at least women nonetheless…no matter how indecent they may be, and they were the hot-babe type-if you got for that sort of thing.

The raven head kind of wanted the sharks and whales back, but they had dispersed as soon as the bigger fish came in. Though while the violet eyed woman was quite proud at the fact…there was also that bet!

And those women were putting their claws on her poor, defenseless lamb of a—

"What's your name, honey?"

The woman with red locks with matching red leather skirt took a seat near him as another blonde haired woman with green eyes slid to the sit to his left, two other women, one was brunette haired and the other with blue highlights blocked Rukia's view as they sat across from the white-haired male who was sandwiched in between the two wolves.

'Oh crap…whitey, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad…!' The raven head chanted in her head as she nibbled on her straw, sipping occasionally to wet her parched throat as the scene of her client getting roast and cook looked on like a soap opera (in fact she was craving for some popcorn along with it). For someone oh so "worried" the raven head treated it as a suspense drama while her head moved from side to side to keep in view on the white haired male.

Rukia had this vision (in chappy forms) that Toushiro will get eaten by the wolves. The fate of little red riding hood as he didn't listen to his mother (obviously her when she offered to help), and went ahead to visit his grandmother (to pick up a girl)-but only to come across not one—but four wolves.

'Dammit whitey, I hope you threw out your naivety and…'

"Hitsugaya," he brushed his white hair out of his face as his stunning emerald eyes pinned the red-haired girl that had her almost tumbling off her chair. "Hitsugaya Toushiro."

Practically all the females in the near ten feet perimeter swooned. Rukia was dumbstruck at the fact that fluffy had just pulled the "James. James Bond." look, and could only stare disbelievingly at the sudden confidence of her creation.

What the hell happened to the demure, sacrificial lamb/innocent little red riding hood? When the hell could he pull of such a look and actually differ from all her clients who had sprinted at the first moment and screamed bloody Sunday? And where exactly had he been hiding this sexified version of himself that just pulled a 180 character out of his ass?!

But then while Rukia was quite shock at the white-haired male's dripping sex appeal, he still wasn't suave enough. Her violet eyes rolled skyward as she smacked her head with an open palm. 'Dammit…it would've been better if you used an alias. Sure why not use your real full name, and while you're at it, why don't you stick a "I'm a university student, blood type AB, seventeen years old and single"—you hack!'

She should've told him this, but she thought fluffy was "genius" enough to NOT give his freaking name-especially to these types of women. God knows how they would find him…Rukia could practically picture him getting kidnapped and ravished and shaved his little tuff of white coat and—

"May I have the pleasure of knowing the maiden's name?"

Toushiro cocked his head to the side, inquiring the red-haired female after suffering from a near catastrophe falling on the floor, as her comrades held tissues up their noses.

Rukia had had enough.

And no, first of all—she was not jealous! She was just…just shocked, yeah that's right. Stupefied at the person who hated English lit. but could perfectly speak Shakespeare quotes line by line.

Who the hell was this alien personified being who slipped in without notice!? He was winning the bet goddammit!! And he only proved it by subtly grinning up at her direction as he continued to flawlessly talk to these women. Obviously, Toushiro knew his points and knew what these females were in general and didn't hesitate to use his charm with whatever means necessary.

Unfortunately for the raven head, the white haired always uphold to his boy genius status, and had already planned on his moves even before Rukia ever gets to figure out what's going on. Without her interference, she can't jumpstart on anything, and he would win the bet.

'Tch, I won the bet Kuchiki…' He was actually quite excited of a month-pest-free idiot. He can now feel total freedom! Total emancipation and peace! The emerald eyed male was going to gloat on this later on, it was a record of beating the evil bitch on her own game.

Rukia could not believe it!

She was pissed, and asides from being incensed over the fact that whitey seemed to send her the 'I-win-you-lose' vibe on her then so be it. She'll just ditch him on his own to be preyed in by these women; in fact she didn't care if they just drag him in to some love hotel or whatever and chain him down.

The raven head huffed as she took one sparing glare at the (seemingly rejoicing) white haired male over his victory. She need to find a way…an interference without being too obvious, she need some snacks to fuel her brain dammit!! Kuchiki's are determined people, and she sure as hell will not go down without even trying or fighting her way to win the bet.

Toushiro sent her another sugary-conceited smile as he watched her slam her palms down her table but not before glowering at him and heading down to buy some sandwich. Maybe if she accidentally trip a sandwich and drinks at him they'll go away.

Rukia stomped down the halls and rounded a corner towards an aisle a little ways from her booth and her white-haired consort, picking up whip crème, a turkey sandwich, skittles and some chocolate bars and—

Her hand connected with a watermelon juice box as another—

"Kuchiki-san!" the stranger's hand had a familiar arm, attached to a familiar shoulder, wearing a recognizable scarf, and—"What a coincidence!"

Hinamori Momo beamed at her brightly as she bashfully laughed at their connected hands going for the same juice box. "I'm so surprise to see you here!"

'You have no idea…'

Kuchiki Ruikia could not move…hell she was literally frozen to the spot as if willing the brown haired girl to move away and not notice her. She was desperately trying the dinosaur method in which she will stand still and no one will notice her presence—

"Are you alright Kuchiki-san?" the caramel eyed girl lightly touched her arm in concern and the raven head's dinosaur strategy shattered to pieces.

'Oh holy shit…'

Her violet eyes impossibly widened as the fact registered that Momo was here…standing in front of her, not twenty feet from her booth, and quite in hearing range within fluffy's seat.

"Kuchiki-san," her brows furrowed further as the brown haired girl stepped forward.

"I—" she finally blinked as her mind started to click at the right place at a fast pace, "Oh! Momo-chan!! How good it is to see you!!" her eyes darted briefly in her periphery, trying to gain attention by pitching up her voice so that little whitey could hear.

"Yeah, I'm glad you're okay Kuchiki-san." The girl smiled in relief, "So what are you doing here, Kuchiki—?"

"Oh!! You know! Just here and there! Ahahahah!! I was just waiting for Shiro-chan!!" she emphasized and coughed on his name while still keeping tabs at the (stupid!) emerald eyed male, and keeping Momo from rounding the corner to see the full view of her client pimping out with four women.

'This is very, very, very, very bad!! If Momo—gah! If fluffy don't get his act together—wait he's going to kill me!! And then the plan would go poof! And then—gah!! This is bad!!'

While the main purpose of this day was to stimulate Toushiro's natural seduction to the opposite sex, it was also an experiment to see if Rukia needed to help him in some points. Sadly, said specimen was already adept and was just hiding it under his ABA problems. She didn't think he was ready for a real test subject!! Let alone Hinamori! For all she knew whitey would stutter, trip on his own feet, and end up in the hospital with a massive irregular fluctuation of nose bleeding!

Don't forget the fact that Momo might get heartbroken at the way whitey was flaunting his skills…with four grown women no less. And of course—Toushiro would probably skin her alive and flay her out for a Korean BBQ and feed it to the dogs…

And down goes her career…

"Ah…oh," for a moment though, Hinamori looked crestfallen and the raven head was quickly attuned to this change, as her focus drifted to the brown haired girls' reaction. "Yeah, um—I heard you guys are really going out."

The raven head raised her eyebrows, observing as Momo shifted her weight to her other foot, "I—I'm really glad that Shiro-chan has you. I-I mean, he's very, very kind and—" Rukia noted the blush coloring her cheeks as her eyes traveled meekly down on the floor.

'I can't really say the same…' Rukia commented to herself idly. The brown haired girl hadn't seen the uncouth and wild side of what she considered a tiny, shy-white lamb.

"He's compassionate," her caramel eyes connected with her scrutinizing violet ones. "I-I hope that you'll take good care of him Kuchiki-san."

"Yes, of course." the violet eyed female wondered how far Hinamori's concern would go. "Though I'm guessing that Momo-chan would've done a better job if Shiro-chan were with you."

She inwardly grinned at the easily flustered girl, "E-eehh?! Oh no! That wouldn't be! Shiro-chan's like a little brother to me!" Momo rubbed her arms, cheeks reddening at the obvious insinuation as she tried to dispel the heat from her face by busying to take five juice boxes of watermelon in her arms.

"A-a-and you guys look v-very cute together a-a-and—"

"That's true," Rukia put a finger to her lips, "But I think the two of you would look a lot cuter. Besides, the two of you knew each other for such a long time that I wondered why you never got together."

"I-I-I—that's because," the girl bowed her head and the raven head knew…she had hit a spot. Riling up the caramel eyed girl and digging through her by shooting up questions was effective enough to get her disconcerted, and probably made her reflective of what her 'supposed relationship' to her client should've been.

And now to get her to confess, "Hey Momo-chan," the raven head tilted her head to the side as she bent down to see the girl's face.

"Do you like Shiro-chan?"

The expression was expected and predictable.

"Eeeeehhhh!!" she backed away ten shades redder than before. "T-tha-that's preposterous! T-that's not—"

"Just kidding!" the raven head pulled back with a huge grin, satisfied at the reaction. At least she knew that Momo was still quite heavily affected by fluffy's charms, and her plan was going along just dandy.

Hinamori heaved a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding, as she shot the girl a modest smile, "Y-you really got me there, Kuchiki-san."

The brown haired girl waved it off good naturedly, trying desperately to bury her confusing thoughts concerning her best friend and her own feelings, as she walked down the aisle. Unbeknownst and too fast for Rukia (who was still reveling at her brilliant discovery) as the girl slid past her to round the corner—her violet eyes widened…turning in a 90° angle—Momo would surely—

"So how about we go get drinks--"

"Kyahhh!!"

She had no choice but to rely on her acting skills. Rukia quickly faked her fall (with absolutely nothing to trip on but herself) as she twisted her ankle to a believably painful position, her hands flailing madly as tears sprung up her eyes.

And as expected—"Kuchiki-san!"

Hinamori swiftly went to her aid, dropping her juice box and lunch on the floor. "A-are you alright? Does it hurt? Here let me help you and I'll—"

"Thank you, Momo-chan," the raven head sniffled, "But I'm alright—I just-" she slumped back down in the brown haired girl's arms. She needed Momo to leave…she really need to get the both of them as far away as possible.

"Maybe you sprained your ankle," Momo bit her lip in apprehension, "Let's get you a seat and-"

"No!! No! Wait!" she wracked her brain for an excuse. So she sprained her ankle, can't walk and she can't very well tell her to take her to a seat, because that would just expose—

"Ice!"

She slammed her fisted hands over her left open palm, momentarily forgetting her situation, but quickly covering herself as she put a hand over her forehead. "Ohh!! It hurts! Momo-chan, please get me some ice! There's ice in the second floor vending machine, it's cheaper there! Please! I need some ice! Oh, it burns!"

The waterworks did their job as Hinamori nodded frantically, anxiously sprinting back up, "I-I'll go get you some ice, Kuchiki-san! Please hold on, okay! I'll be right back!"

Once the brown haired girl was out of sight and hearing range, the raven head pulled herself back up with ease, and rubbing off her tears. 'We gotta get out of here now…'

That was her only thought, and that was her mission. Forget the damn condition, because this was an emergency and. She quickly rounded the corner, ready to cause a scene if she had to and—

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet;"

The four girls had already melted in the span of ten minutes that she left. How in the world Toushiro did so was a mystery in itself…

Rukia made a disgusted face as she came upon their conversation. 'My god…fluffy, if this is how you woo a girl, you seriously need better pick up lines than Billy's…'

The raven head breathed in deeply through her nose-she will be hated for this, she will be shot for it and possibly take the brunt of whitey's icicles beams—but she was doing this for the good of mankind. All she had to do was walk up there and snatch the white-haired male in the claws of four wolves…

Not very hard…right??

Toushiro seethed inwardly, weary as he saw a familiar raven head coming down their way. His emerald eyes narrowed briefly, he knew what she was trying to do. She was probably going to ruin his hard earned work, and he damn well knew that she was going to sabotage it—

She will cheat on their bet!

But he will not go down without a—

SLAP! "How could you!?"

What the—? The white haired male blinked rapidly, feeling his face stung from the—wait-Did she just-? Did that just—Was he slapped!?

…fight?

"After all we've been through!?" his emerald eyes expanded to such saucer-like proportions as he stared befuddled as the evil Kuchiki before him had gone totally insane.

"Shi-chan," the blonde girl to his left tugged at his sleeve, "Do you know this girl?"

"I—" 'Hell no!!' What is she doing!?' "No I don't—"

"Don't you pretend you don't know me! After months of lovemaking—!"

"I. Don't. Know. You." The white haired male glared at her fiercely, promising a very severe death if she didn't stop now.

But Rukia was racing with time, and she just had to get him (now that they were making a scene) and make a run for it before Momo gets back. Her little set up was going horribly wrong, she hoped that Toushiro would just go without protests, but apparently he wasn't aware of the bigger picture.

'Fluffy, for once just go with the flow…' she prayed silently.

"That's not true—!"

"Look, little girl, if Shi-chan says he doesn't—"

"Put a plastic on it, lady." Rukia glared, she was not going to waste precious seconds getting to her goal.

"Why you—" the blonde haired woman growled menacingly.

"You dare talk so big, you little bitch!" the red haired girl to his left stood up, but Rukia was not interested in that. She could see a proverbial tuff of brown hair standing out running towards the café from the window in her periphery.

'Oh crap…'

"Excuse me, but this is my man," Rukia pulled at the white haired male's unresponsive arm, "And I am not here to compare your breast size to a melon. So just leave—"

She felt cold water splashed down her face and seeping into her shirt.

"What was that little one?" the red head sneered at her as her groupies laughed in return. Violet eyes were narrowed into slits under her wet bangs.

'Ah shit…'

Toushiro thought darkly as he moved in between the two women, while the latter prepared to launch a right hook at the red haired lady. He perfectly knew how strong Rukia's punches were...and they are not girly at all if she could break a nose without flinching. The white haired male wasn't ready for a law suit and juvenile detention--thank you very much.

Evidently, Rukia lost her balance as the floor surrounded her in a watery grave. Two, she realized she was going to punch the wrong person, and three Hinamori was just about to enter the café.

Needless to say, she felt herself go in slow motion as her feet slipped under her, arms flailing at her lost battle stance, and fluffy was right in the middle of it all. Surprise violets met shock emeralds, as Toushiro cushioned her fall, her face getting closer and closer as…

Their lips met.

Colors exploded and a different dimension was born.

A soft, completely innocent, and accidental contact that just blew their worlds away…

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'I am so dead.'

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Kyahhh!! Fan girl squeal!! OMG I'm so evil to leave yet another cliffie! But you gotta admit I let it hang at a possibly good timing ahhahhaha!! And no before you all protest and scream bloody murder at me…you'll just have to wait for the next update-cuz I'm zipping my lips!! Muwahahah!! lol And yea, Bill (I call him Billy) is what Shakespeare's nickname is, some call him Bard but hey! –sorry—I just love his works lol and I advertised too! Join the Hitsu/Ruki Army everyone!!