A/N: This is Chapter Twenty-Two!! We are very close to the end, but don't worry there's still going to be a few more chapters and one more special! That special will be the most well... special special of all! Okie Dokie then. Here we go! Hope you like it!

Chapter Twenty-Two

Moriko hopped into the office, the cool air pressed against her warm skin. A silhouette

outline of a couch settled on the flooring. She danced in the lonely room, until Toushirou stepped in. She turned around and smiled, he smiled back. The two waltzed into the cold room, Moriko skipping onto the bed face first. She inhaled the intoxicating, icy smell of the sheets, exhaling her warm breath onto the cool exterior. Something cool brushed past her back. She flipped over to see Toushirou laying over her. Her pale face flushed a light pink, he chuckled. He leaned in closer, pressing her body against the cool sheets.

"Why do you always do that when we go in here?" He asked in a hushed voice. Moriko smiled, blushing a bit more.

"You don't want to know. You'll think I'm crazy!" Moriko whispered back, her warm breath flaked on Toushirou's cool skin.

"If I thought you were crazy, then I wouldn't be here with you." He said in a sly tone, a devious smile sat upon his lips. Moriko slyly smiled back, she opened her mouth to speak.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh!" She warned, Toushirou nodded. Moriko sucked in a gust of air and let it out.

"Well.. I'm sort of addicted to something right now..." She began. Toushirou, completely in shock, took it in slowly.

"Don't tell me you're hooked on Sake like Rangiku?!" He said with fright. Moriko shook her head vigorously.

"No, no, no! Never." She said, Toushirou let a gust of air out.

"So what are you addicted to?"

"Well.. It's sort of something you wouldn't really find in stores or around here..." She hinted. Toushirou nodded again, clearly not following at all.

"So it's....?"

"Bah! I'm such a freak..." She blurted out, Toushirou furrowed his brow.

"You can tell me. I won't make a big deal out of it.." He told her. Moriko nodded then opened her mouth again.

"Okay so... I guess you can say I love how it smells in here!" She said quickly. Toushirou took that in, he laughed.

"You've got to be kidding me!" He said through a hard laugh. Moriko frowned.

"You said you wouldn't laugh!" She said through gritted teeth.

"I know! I'm sorry. It's just that I wouldn't expect you to like how it smells in here! It smells like blood, it smells like me, and it also smells like Sake 'cause Rangiku likes to keep it in here!" He listed.

"Exactly! I love how you smell!" She accidently blurted out. Moriko flushed a deep red. Toushirou looked at her, a small smile sat upon his lips.

"You like how I smell?" He asked. Moriko could only nod her head.

"Well that's interesting to hear." He said plopping onto the cool bed. Moriko, stiff as a board, stayed in that position. He looked at her and sighed.

"If something's wrong you can surely tell me."

"Y-you do think I'm a freak don't you?" She stuttered, turning her head slowly. Toushirou huffed, then crawled over to her.

"I don't think you're a freak. I just think it's odd. I actually have an addiction myself." He confessed sheepishly. Moriko looked at him astonished, eagerness drowned in her eyes. He sighed again.

"I guess I would have to say I like how you smell too...." He spoke quickly, Moriko almost killing herself from laughter.

"That's hysterical!" She cried. Toushirou pouted.

"I thought you wouldn't laugh." He mocked. The laughter faded, the two stared at each other. The silence closed in on the two, it became an awkward silence.

"I mean really. Me? I smell like blood and sweat! I almost forget to take showers sometime..-"

"Now you know how I feel!" Toushirou said, cutting Moriko off. The two stared at each other for a moment, they both leaned in facing each other. Toushirou leaned in closer, their lips just a fragment of an inch apart. His cool breath peeled away the warmth on Moriko's skin, her warm breath kissed Toushirou's pale skin softly. Their lips were just going to touch, when the door flung open. The two jumped and screamed, but it settled once they saw Rangiku.

"What the hell!" Toushirou huffed, catching his breath.

"You won't believe this! Something terrible just happened!" Rangiku said waving her arm around. Toushirou and Moriko crawled over to the edge of the bed, waiting for Rangiku to finish. Rangiku swung her arms around, something was in her hand.

"So what's wrong?" Toushirou asked.

"Well.. I ran out of Sake!" She yelled, swinging the empty porcelain bottle around. Moriko and Toushirou stared at the bottle dumbstruck.

"And we're suppose to care why?" Moriko asked.

"Well I came here because..." Rangiku said dozing off.

"Because...?" Moriko asked.

"Because I keep my Sake in here!" Rangiku exclaimed.

"Of course..." Toushirou muttered under his breath. Rangiku smiled and made her way to a smaller closet, she pulled on the handle pulling the door open. The bitter smell of Sake filled the room, kicking the icy smell out of the room. Moriko grimaced at the bitter smell, she buried her face into Toushirou's shoulder. Toushirou turned his head to look at Moriko, he looked at her, puzzled written in his eyes, then he knew what she was doing. A smile formed across his face.

Moriko inhaled, the icy burn lingered in her mouth, she exhaled. Rangiku slammed the wooden door closed, the aggravating, bitter smell of Sake evanescently flew out of the room once Rangiku closed the two large doors. Moriko pulled away, she inhaled once more. The icy sting was her guilty pleasure. Toushirou couldn't help but to chuckle, Moriko looked at him sternly he held his laughs. A frown sat on Moriko's lips, Toushirou's smile faded.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. Moriko's face lit up, he smiled. Toushirou pulled his body closer to Moriko's, his face closing in on hers. Before they could kiss, the two heard voices on the outside.

"You think they're kissing?" One high-pitched voice asked.

"I don't think so." A lower voice said.

"Shut up both of you!" A feminine voice hissed. Toushirou and Moriko furrowed their brows, the two got up. With light foot steps they made their way towards the door. Toushirou's cool hand landed on the silver knob, more voices erupted from the other side.

"It's awfully quiet in there? I you sure they were both on the bed?" The lowest voice asked.

"If you thought I was lying then why did you come with me?!" Growled the feminine voice.

"What if they can hear us?" The highest voice squeaked.

"Oh that's ridiculous! They can't hear us! Were whispering!" The feminine voice pointed out.

"Oooh! Yeah, yeah! That's right!" Squawked the high voice. Toushirou twisted the door knob slowly, hoping it wouldn't click.

"Do you hear that noise?" The highest voice asked.

"Dammit I told you guys to shut up!" Barked the feminine voice.

"But there's a scary noise! It sounds like a ghooost!" The highest voice complained. The lowest voice grunted.

"If you haven't noticed I am hanging over you, and so I am breathing over you making those 'ghooost' noises!!" Growled the lowest voice. Toushirou pulled the door open, three figures jumped and screamed.

"Renji! Rangiku! Yachiru..?!" Toushirou said.

"What the hell are you three doing here?!" He asked, aggravated.

"Well Rangiku said that you two were gonna kiss and stuff and I wanted to see!" Yachiru chimed.

"I can understand that...But what are you doing here Renji?"

"Well Kuchiki-taicho told me I have to get papers, and I saw Yachiru and Rangiku sitting here and I wanted to see what they were doing." Renji said standing up holding pieces of blank paper, supporting his alibi.

"Okay then. Then what the hell are you doing here RANGIKU?!" Toushirou growled. Rangiku flinched standing up a bit, the porcelain bottle in her hand.

"Well I'm drunk so you can't blame nothing on me!!" She hollered leaving the room. Toushirou huffed, thin arms went around his neck. His body stiffened, then relaxed at the warm touch. Moriko laid her chin on his cool shoulder, his lips curved up into a smile. It was another lovely day in the Soul Society.

Sweetness rolls of your lips, leaving a thin line of passion.