She was insane. Yes, I think we've established that from the first chapter, but Toushiro just wanted to confirm to everyone...

Kuchiki Rukia was demented! Wrong in the head! Lose Screw! A damned—mffrrmm…mfffrpphh…Raaaawwwwrrrr!!! The little bitch dared to—to—!! Arrgghhh! He can't even think of a better, morbid, ugliest thing to say to her after so much of a-a-a…Where's a tall building when you need one!? He needed to push someone off it!

"Come off it, whitey! You don't have to thank me!"

That was it…he'd hit a record.

"What the hell do you mean by "thank" you!?!

"That you'd be dead meat without me…?" She popped an eye open after cupping her ears from his apparent blast of steam. Really, she did everything according to (her) plan, in fact he should be thanking her. Without her guidance, suave, and obvious sexy flare, he would never even talk or look at Momo from a five-mile distance—

"Which part should I be thankful for you of? You crazy bitch!!!" Hitsugaya Toushiro famed boy genius (see chapter one) love-struck child, puberty-deprived, and short-tempered seventeen year old was at the verge of committing murder at a certain someone…was pissed.

Of course we don't occasionally see this side of him. But this time, he was really, really pissed.

Like…Mike Tyson "I'll-rip-off-your-ear" pissed.

Honestly.

Rukia…unfortunately did not foresee the oncoming Dragon of Hades. In fact, she thought it was kinda cute. Wait—whoah! Hold the phone for the fire truck! Where'd that come from?

"Fluffy, seriously—"

A laser beam coupled with a shotgun accuracy of "do or die" glare of death stopped the raven head from momentarily poking fun at her objective. He could not stand this, he won't stand for it! Striding quickly as far a way as possible, Toushiro couldn't possibly talk to her without probably doing some collateral damage to some passersby or inanimate objects.

"Waaaiiittt up!" and like an annoying mother chick, Rukia followed, "Dude! Seriously, we gotta prep up for your date! Heaven knows you're gonna have another Nasal Aggravation Syndrome Attack, also called NASA—"

"Shut up!!!"

Fifteen minutes ago:

Oh hell no.

She did not just—

"Momo-chaaaaan!"

This was not on the script! He didn't sign up for this—What was she—!?

"H-hai? Ku-Kuchiki-san?" the brown-haired beautiful girl of his dreams—Gaahh! Damnit! This wasn't the time to be thinking of poetic things to say! He was in the middle of stopping the evil bitchy midget from daring to possibly ruin his love—

"Momo-chaaaan! Toushiro has something to ask you!"

—life?

The only miracle for today was that everyone had filed out to leave the classroom…but like they said: one smile from the devil must mean an angel has fallen…or whatever fortune cookie he read that from.

Damn, stupid Kuchiki was getting to him.

Now normally…and in the level of him not yet hitting puberty…back then, Toushiro was proud to say that he could talk to Hinamori without any qualms. In fact, he was pretty comfortable around her and even very familiar on how and what to talk to her. But as he came into realization for his love to her and the blind devotion suddenly led him standing like an idiot whenever he talks to her…just hit him.

He was scared.

Sure! You may think he was a coward for just suddenly realizing you like the girl and everything she does and say had you running Shakespearean lines in your head. But he didn't know when it started. Just the fact that whenever he was put on spotlight with her…all puberty aside—He can't freaking talk to her straight in the face!

Why?

He had no idea.

But talking to Hinamori Momo, especially—the pivotal point of which he discovered her and that four-eyed-molester sharing a smooch had initially…put him into a Nervous Breakdown whenever she was around. Maybe it was because the famed nightmarish "kiss" his best friend and most hated enemy had shared had made him…well…into some kind of, made him—sick?

Yeah. Like…having internal gas constipation.

He couldn't imagine having that nerd (though Toushiro would say he's a geek cuz...geeks are just cooler-sounding than nerds. It's far more catchy with a "Geek Squad" than the "nerd squad") of a professor kissing ever angelic, beautiful, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious woman like Momo would fall for that Mr.-long-legged-pervert-with"sexy"-glasses-and-fake "sexy"James Bond British accent-with-his-damned-holier-than-though-plum-colored-scarf-with-matching-hair gel!!

He was only six inches taller anyways!

"Toushiro-chan?"

Her smooth brown locks cascaded to one side as she cocked her head adorably, her face glowing in such an ethereal look that he couldn't help but sigh at the thought of how smooth—

"Whitey!"

"Huh!? Wah?"

Rukia's raised brow and amused grin alerted him…that the angel of his dreams was held captive by this devil-wearing Harajuku—

"Ahem," Rukia shared him a knowing smile, as she turned back on Momo with a sugar-painted face. "As I was saying! Momo-chaaaaaaaan! I need a favor! But ooohhh! I can't possibly burden you with my own burdensome burdens!"

'Crocodile tears…' Toushiro popped a vein. He seriously doesn't know what she's planning, but for her to fool Momo like this—'Tch! Who would believe such a fake! Momo's smarter than that, you idiot. She won't fall for your—'

"Ku-Kuchiki-san! It's okay! Wh-What is it? I'll try to help the best I can!"

'Ohohoho!' Rukia grinned inwardly, 'Bless you, Momo.'

"This weekend! I-I know it's not that hard, but please! Tell me if you can't do it! It's perfectly alright! Only my fragile useless life is hanging in balance, anyways…" dramatic sniff, "because…I-I-I have to visit a very important and life-threatening business with my family, that may just break my heart and depressed me for the rest of my life! And had me taking Thursday therapy sessions with a crazed-molesting professor singing I hate how much I love you songs! I am sorry to inconvenience you!"

Rukia turned the girl by her shoulders, ready for the win. "Only Momo-chan is able to do this and no one else!"

In the corner, it was safe to say that Toushiro's face had matched his hair.

He couldn't believe it.

Why couldn't they see the huge evil horn and that pointy little tail, and that red devil suit she's wearing!? Why!?! How!?

"N-n-no! It's fine, Kuchiki-san! I'll do whatever it is! I-I don't want you to suffer! I-I'm sure I could be of some help, just ask me anything!"

The twinkling glint behind the faux tears almost had Toushiro running with Momo and away from whatever doomful idea the younger Kuchiki had. Sadly, before he even mustered up any courage to speak directly to his love of his life—

"That's great! Oh please! Then can you go out with my boyfriend this weekend?"

Let's just thank the fates no one was either eating or drinking anything after that statement.

…

"EEEEHHHHH!?!?"

Toushiro shared Momo's look of utter confusion and shock.

"B-b-b-b-b-boyfriend!?!"

Momo asked in complete bemusement and distress.

Toushiro asked in clear murder and vehemence.

Rukia giggled (in the most hated school-girl fashion) as she batted her lashes, bit her lip, and rubbing the back of her head in complete innocence and naivete—in Momo's eyes, but Toushiro could almost clearly see her plotting the death of the next sacrificial lamb.

"A-a-a-ano…" Momo's eyes were whirling as she tried to calm her frazzled nerves, "W-w-wouldn't t-that b-be—"

"It's alright, Momo-chan!"

Toushiro now finally understood the phrase "don't go near the light," as the convincingly sincere smile was headed his way, with Rukia smacking him playfully on the shoulder, as if introducing both of them for the first time.

"I don't think there'd be any awkward moments with you two!" She said it so nonchalantly…"After all! You two are just best friends," Rukia swung her arm at Momo-chan and the already stiff white-haired male.

"B-b-but—"

"No worries! You'll just sub for me going to the carnival this Golden Week!"

"E-e-eeeh!? K-K-Kuchiki-san I-I can-can't po-po-possibly—" Momo stuttered weakly with a third-degree burning blush.

"But…" the raven head sniffed onto the stock-still white haired male's shoulder, "You said you'd do anything for me…I-I guess…sharing th-that atrocious therapy session with that-that…"

And poor, generous, lovely Momo—like any fragile, ancient old structure…cave in under pressure.

"N-No! I'll do it! I'll do it for Kuchiki-san and Toushiro-chan!" Momo nodded enthusiastically, gripping both the raven head and the younger male's hands as she devoted herself to her promise. A promise that didn't much make sense anyways...as Momo latered pondered upon it.

"Really!? Oh that's so great! Darling Shi-chan! Did you hear?!—" Rukia did a major hula dance in her mind as she turned to her charge who— "Ehhhhhh!?!"

"Oh my god! Toushiro-chan! Your nose is bleeding!"

"Kfffttt…" Rukia's shoulders shook, "I mean having a nose-bleed—"

It was only thanks to her quick, super reflexes that she (forcefully) dragged the younger male from further embarassment, all the while distracting the young woman of their venues as she hauled the nose-bleeding boy by the collar. Still...she hoped Momo bought her excuse that Toushiro was flushing out blood cells in his nose was "normal" because of his something or rather insert medical term here. Hmmm...now that she thought of it, was menorrhagia a blood-related disease? It terribly sounded like menstruation...stupid fox-faced must've tricked her again with his stupid sex-ed's!

"You…you—" And yes, he was still wordlessly pissed. He wanted to say so many things. The fact that she embarrassed him in front of the whole campus, mocked his love life, de-virginized his first kiss (twice), made a fool out of him…and now, now the camel had broke it's back.

Thoroughly humiliating him in front of Momo.

"Yes, yes, I know you're speechlessly thankful for letting me score you a date with Momo—"

"You did not! You-you—you--!!?" he spluttered, glaring at her heatedly and quickly turning away as he downed his milk angrily.

But even all of his frustration, hate and the plethora of curses that could make a new dictionary for her evil bitchiness…he was, begrudgingly (and hatefully!)…thankful. That was it and after blowing off some steam earlier he had calmed down and assessed the situation that it wasn't so bad (if you take out the nose-bleeding incident, that one was partly his fault, damned hormones!). Still…why the heck did she follow him all the way to his dorm room and ended up drinking milk like alcohol shots? It was odd…they might make good drinking buddies in the future…maybe.

He was just grateful (though he doesn't want to admit it), he never would've thought that he'd see Momo with that determined and faithful look on her face as she took his hands. It had been too long since she looked at him, and only him. Maybe…maybe this week will be good for him after all.

"Well, with that wistful look of yours, I bet deep down in your heart, you're thankful. So I'll accept that." Rukia grinned, nodding her head in approval, while totally missing the white-haired male glowering menacingly at her direction.

"Hmph," he rolled his eyes. "I could've done it myself."

"Really?" Rukia leaned in interest, pouring herself and her comapnion another shot of milk. "And leave you in a puddle of nose blood before you'd get a step behind her? Not taking my chances on that fluffy."

"I doubt you did any better. You fake."

"Me? Fake? Fluffy—"

"Shut Up!"

"You're just jealous 'cuz I make crocodile tears look damn good."

"Tch, even Tousen-sensei could see a screw loose behind your act."

"What's this you're discriminating against disabled people now? That's low—"

"That's not what I meant, you—"

Toushiro paused, feeling his phone vibrate in his pants pocket.

"Anyways! You better not nose bleed in front of Momo again. I should pack you some tissues—"

"Whatever—" he flipped his phone nonchalantly, "Hello?—"

"I mean it's hard enough that your date with me sucked horribly—"

"Hitsugaya-san."

A cold shiver ran down Toushiro's spine.

"Whiteeeeey! You must bring her to Italian food! Seriously! Our last date was total disaster, bring lots of dough, you hear! And if you can, bring extra for a love hotel. Though I doubt you'd go that far—"

"It has been a long time hasn't it."

"K-K-Ku-Kuchiki-san!" Hitsugaya's face was as ashen as his hair, as panicking and trying to alert the younger raven head to shut up.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat my lovely boy toy?" Rukia raised any eyebrow at the funny impersonation of her brother's stick up his ass look that…—her eyes widened.

"Is Rukia with you—"

"Nii-sama!?!"

Click. Beep, beep, beep…

I know what you're all thinking!? Narquotic...you damned sexy genius you! lolz Okay, yes you may take some parts of my shirt for souvenir and revenge for the evil cliffie, yes you may have questions that I won't answer, yes my Mary Poppins slip up is murder-worthy, yes you may smack me with the parodish Leona Lewis love song title, and yes you can order toaster-ovens from me, but no you may not have my muffins and my Bya-kunichi!!! lolz XD

Actually I dedicate this chapter to my lovely Yousha-taicho, if you see any of some HITYLTIHY references in there it's because I made this with her in mind lolz. I luvvles you!!! :3 Actually I thought this chap should be the Omake but plot-wise I featured this for now, mebbe next chappie, yousha-taicho and I shall execute an Omake with HITYLTIHY. On this note I hope ya'll enjoyed this rather late update! but hey! Can't say I didn't update at the end of the year buwahahahah!!

Med. Term Vocab: Menorrhagia: excessive bleeding during menstruation. ~I am So Evil.~ XD

My muse is back! Seriously! Cuz I made this chapter in less than four hours, yes I know I must've have a high IQ lolz JKJK! Taichooo! Please pop my blip off. -.- XD now Thanks to all those who revved me and put on favs/alerts! So cadoodles for now! Luvvles! :3