A/N= Hello all you fanfiction people :) I'm sorry I'm so late with this update, I have school and other stuff too, I hope you understand (hey, it is hard to balance fanfiction, school and my other stuff). And I won't be updating for a while, since I have midterms coming up next week. So..yeah.

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Alright so anyway, on with the chapter. Sorry if you don't like it, school kills my creativity.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Tite Kubo does (I own detergent :P)

I wonder why they say that school is a place to learn, if almost everything else seems more important to the students. Really. Dating, friends, dating, popularity, dating, pranking, dating, gossip and dating are the kind of stuff people here worry about.

….. I feel like I said the word 'dating' a tad too much.

During recess today, I kind of ditched the rest of the group because I was stressed out by that Ryo guy getting too close to- I mean, by the amount of homework that the teachers were giving us every day. Because that puts pressure on you, right….? Anyway, I didn't go to our usual spot under the big tree. I went to the roof of the school instead, to clear up my mind a bit.

I just sort of leaned against the walls and thought about all the stuff that's been pressuring me so much. Ok sure, I might be a bit… wary about Ryo Hatashi-Hiyoshi-Hayashi-whatever-his-name-was. So what? I'm just looking out for Momo, who's practically my sister. I don't really trust that guy who she's so dang obsessed with.

If I were her, I wouldn't have even talked to him in the first place. Heck, I wouldn't even have looked at him. Because he's stupid.… Duh?

"I smell jealousy~"

I looked up and frowned. "Go away Matsumoto."

"Ah, Taichou, that's not nice," she shook her head. "And you say that I need to learn respect."

YOU DO! When a person (example, me) is in a bad mood, the respectful thing to do is get out of their face before you get punched. Or in my case, before I make an ice-block fall straight from the sky onto Matsumoto's head.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," Matsumoto replied. I can't see even the slightest hint of mischief in her eyes.

"….Ok," I said, staring at my shoes. Why can't school shoes be awesome like all my sneakers?

"They aren't going out yet," Matsumoto suddenly chirped. "You still have a chance."

"….What?" I quizzically looked at her. Hey, we geniuses have our blank-moments too. Don't judge me.

She let out a girlish giggle. "You perfectly well know what I'm talking about, Taichou."

No I do not. I'm serious.

It took a while for this to go through Matsumoto's blonde head into her brain. That is, if she actually has one. "You can't be serious?!"

"What are you getting at?" I asked her, curiously.

I watched as my lieutenant's slender hand went up to face-palm her forehead. "Taichouuu!"

I really need someone to get us onto the same page. "What?"

"You still have a chance with MOMO-CHAN!" Matsumoto shouted into my ear.

"HEY!" I yelled back at her with just as much strength in my voice. "Don't you dare scream into my ear! And I am not interested in Momo like that." Right?

"Taichou, Taichou, Taichou," Matsumoto shook her head like I was some naïve kid, and patted my head. "Poor, clueless Taichou. Innocent, ignorant Taichou… He doesn't know that he is deeply in love with his best friend Momo-chan…"

I felt my eyebrows twitch. And I think the sun is shining on me, because the atmosphere is suddenly way too hot. "No I'm not."

"Aww, you're so cute, you're denying it! Well, you're not really convincing me," she squealed. "Especially not with that blush on your adorable little cheeks~"

"MATSUMOTO!"

That was probably heard by the entire school. Well, at least it's the end of the week. Let's look at this optimistically….

….I can't wait for this pathetic day to end.

I made it back to class just in time, and slipped into my seat. I could see Momo and Ryo glancing at each other occasionally, Momo often smiling sweetly and Ryo returning it with smile of his own. Oh how I wish that I could bore lasers into that guy's head.

As the teacher turned around and wrote something on the board, something flew past my ear and landed right next to my hand. A piece of folded up paper. Also known as, a note. The best form of secret communication in high school. After text-messages, that is. And yes, guys like to pass notes too.

I looked behind me, at my orange-haired friend.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Mr. Hitsugaya, I understand that you are a new student, but that does not give you permission to talk in my class!"

I turned around to face an irritated teacher. "Sorry Sensei…." The note was hidden safely, scrunched in my fist. Being caught when you are note-passing is worse than being caught talking, according to Ichigo.

"You better be," she said firmly, pushing her glasses a bit higher on her nose. She turned back to the board and I turned around to Ichigo. Open it, he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes, and unfolded the small paper.

Y do u look like ur gonna kill Hayashi-kun? –Ichigo.

I sighed, and wrote a reply, and passed it back from under the bottom of Ichigo's desk.

I'm not. Ur hallucinating. –Toushiro.

It soon bounced back next to my hand.

R u sure? Or maybe u just can't stand the thought of him and Momo being a couple. –Ichigo.

I scoffed almost inaudibly. That is stupid.

They r not even going out. –Toushiro.

Oh really? U should've seen them at lunch. Flirting like 2 happy lovebirds. –Ichigo.

Lovebirds? No way! That's what Matsumoto calls Momo and me. Me. Not Ryo Hayashi. ME. Wait, Momo had lunch with him…?

At lunch…? They had lunch together? Without the rest you idiots? –Toushiro.

Yeah. HEY. We r NOT idiots. Where were u at lunch? –Ichigo.

Oh, just on the roof. You know, wishing that I could just throw Ryo Hayashi into Heuco Mundo to starve. You know, the usual.

On the roof, thinking about….stuff. –Toushiro.

….Ooooh –Ichigo.

What? –Toushiro.

….. ;3 –Ichigo.

What the heck? What is he, a girl?

Seriously..? What's with that face?–Toushiro.

I got no reply from him for a while. I was wondering what was taking so long when I realised that everyone was packing up their stuff. Oh, right. We finish 10 minutes earlier on Fridays. Even the teachers like the idea of an early weekend. So everyone's happy.

I was getting up from my seat, and Ichigo went past my desk, carefully dropping the note on my table. I opened it up.

UR SO JEALOUS~ :3 –Ichigo.

"Finally," I sighed, flopping onto my bed, Momo sitting next to me.

"Ne, Shiro-chan, how was your day?" Momo asked with a smile.

"Like you care…" I muttered.

Momo cocked her head to the side. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that."

"It was, uh, great," I lied. "And don't call me Shiro-chan." There is no way I'm going to tell her that I feel like smashing Ryo to bits. Because I have no valid reason as to why I dislike him so much. I mean, haven't you heard of the quote 'Meeting someone for the first time, and instantly hating them for reasons you can't explain'?

"That's great, Shiro-chan!" Momo said enthusiastically.

"Bed-wetter. Stop it." I said as calmly as possible.

Momo giggled cutely. I mean…uhm… happily. "Ok, Shi-umm-Toushiro."

"Soooo," I said, trying to keep the conversation going. "How was your day?"

Yeah, your day with Ryo-kun.

Momo's eyes shone like Christmas lights. "Oh it was just wonderful!" she gushed. "I really enjoyed the English lesson where we had to write a description of another student in our class, that we made friends with."

Oh yeah, I remember that. I wrote about Rukia. Hey, the teacher doesn't know that we've known each other before I even came here. What he doesn't know won't harm me.

"Who did you write about?" I asked, faking eagerness. I have a good guess on who it might have been. I hope I'm wrong.

Momo smiled, her eyes shining and her hair framing her face. She looks like a pixie… "Ryo-kun!"

I was right. I was so undeniably right. "O-oh."

"I had lunch with him today, Shiro-chan. It was really fun!" Momo gave me another one of her gorgeous smiles. "He's a great person! He's so sweet and kind and friendly. He's also kind of…"

Kind of what? I held my breath. "Kind of…?"

"….K-kind of h-handsome…" Momo blushed a bit after stuttering those three words.

…..No he's not. I don't think he is.

"S-so, Shiro-chan," Momo asked, trying to return her red-tinged face to normal. "Who did you write about?"

"…Rukia," I said, looking down. No, I'm not embarrassed about choosing Rukia as the subject of my writing. I just feel that if I look at Momo, I'm going to have an emotional breakdown. I don't even know why.

I heard a giggle. A soft, sweet giggle that sounded almost like tinkling of bells. Maybe Momo really is a pixie….?

"What?" I asked, pulling at a loose thread on the end of my T-shirt. No, I'm not in my school uniform (who even wears that after school anyway?).

Once again, my answer was Momo's melodic laugh.

"….Seriously Momo, answer me. What's so funny?"

"Well," Momo said. "I was just thinking that you and Rukia-chan would make a really good couple."

Ohhh.

Wait WHAT?!

This time, I just had to look her straight in the eye. "You've got to be kidding me."

Momo smiled at me sweetly, and I swear my heart melted and froze back together again.

"No, I'm not," Momo said with a cheery laugh. "You guys would look so cute together. I mean, you're almost a head taller than her now. And imagine when you guys hug, Rukia-chan can just bury her head into your chest like all those adorable couples in the Shoujo animes."

Well what about YOU and me hugging instead? How about YOU burying your face in my chest? Wait what the heck am I thinking?!

I looked away from Momo's face. "But I don't like her that way."

Momo's musical giggle escaped her lips. "Well. You might not be interested in a girl yet, but I'm interested in a boy…."

Who is it? Is it….me? Once again, what am I thinking?!

I raised my eyebrows, unable to speak in fear of letting something stupid slip out of my mouth.

Momo grinned at me. My mind feels fuzzy. "Ryo-kun asked me to go out on a date with him."

If I was drinking water, it would be all over Momo now. "W-when?" I choked out.

"Oh, you know," Momo said dreamily. "While we were eating lunch together in schoo-"

"No no no," I said hurriedly. "Not that. I mean, when is your date with…um…him?"

Momo blushed. "Tomorrow. We're going to the mall. It's gonna be so much FUN!"

Oh wow Ryo. What a creative idea for a first date…. Not.

I fake smiled at Momo. "Have fun. Now, um…I need to go..and…um…feed my..um…unicorn..."

Oh good one, Toushiro. Since when did I have a pet unicorn?

Momo replied with a giggle. "You know, it would've been easier to just ask me to leave, Shiro-chan."

I know. But I want you to stay. With me.

"Tee hee."

That was the fifth time Momo giggled at dinner, not that I was counting or anything.

Matsumoto banged her fist on the table. "Ok, enough! Momo, what's up? You're giggling more than usual, so something is up."

Momo looked at me. And then at Matsumoto. "Tee hee~"

Matsumoto eyed me like a hawk. "Taichou?"

I breathed in quietly. Then, I put on a calm face. "….Momo has a date."

Everyone at the table stared at me, open mouthed.

Madarame grinned manically at me. "Well done kid! You asked her out!"

NOOO! Shut up you baldy! Shut up now!

Momo looked at me curiously. "What is he talking about Shiro-chan?"

"Well, how else can Taichou know about the date if he wasn't the one to ask you out?" Matsumoto asked quickly. She shot me a look with her eyes saying 'you're welcome'.

"Because," I said, playing along with it. "…I'm her best friend and she tells me everything?"

Ichigo suddenly spoke up. "So who's your date?"

Momo grinned like a kid who just found a pile of unsupervised candy. "RYO-KUN! He is the handsomest, sweetest gentleman I have ever met!"

Once again, whole table is looking at me.

I stared at my empty plate. And I felt a lump in my throat. That is never a good sign. "Uhh, you know, I'll be going to bed now…"

I got up and when I was out of sight from the others, I bolted up stairs and into my room, jumped onto my bed, and yelled into the pillow. You know, for stress relief.

I'm not fooling anyone, am I? I'm mad over the fact that Momo and Ryo are going out. I don't understand why….

After laying on my bed for about an hour, I might have figured out why I am so irritated about Momo and Ryo being a couple. It is just a guess. But it can't be…..

I heard the door creak open. "Toushiro?"

"Go away…." I groaned. "I need some alone time…"

Ichigo sighed. "I've given you an hour, Toushiro. Why is it that you are suddenly acting like a little kid?"

Control your reiastu. Control it! Dang it, he didn't mean that, calm down! Compose yourself and think of a witty comeback! Wait, do I always talk to myself in my head?

"M-maybe your bratty behaviour is rubbing off on me." I said, my words faintly muffled because my face was in my pillow.

Ichigo laughed, and I felt a 'thump' on my bed, next to my feet. Oh great, he's on my bed now.

"Toushiro."

I sighed, and stayed still in my position.

"Toushiro."

This time it is a bit louder, but I still haven't completed my 2 hours of Gloom.

I felt someone's warm breath next to my ear.

Hold on. Warm breath….? My ear?!

"TOUSHIRO!"

"What?!" I yelled, my head snapping up. I saw the face of a smiling demon with orange hair.

"Good," Ichigo said. "Er…. How are you?"

I sat up and eyed him skeptically. "Discombobulated."

"Oh ok…," Ichigo said thoughtfully. "Wait, dis-what-lated?"

I stared at him. "Spit it out. Whatever you're trying to say."

Ichigo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. The looked me straight in my eyes. "Admit it already. You like her."

I felt that odd heating-up sensation on my face. "H-her? Her who?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Toushiro," Ichigo said, agitatedly.

I looked down, and pulled at my t-shirt.

"Hey," I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked to my right, and Ichigo was gazing at me with….sympathy? "You know, you can talk to me, Toushiro."

I groaned. "Ok, fine. You want me to talk? I'll talk."

"Every single time someone says anything about Momo and Ryo being together, I just get this… weird feeling inside me. It's horrible, sort of like when you have a bad stomach ache and a brain-freeze at the same time, not that I've ever had a brain-freeze, it also kind of feels like it's your heart that's freezing and not your brain, but I just hate it! And I just feel like I want to kill that purple-haired douche-face, with his stupid sparkly-smiling and his stupid perfect hair and UGGHHH!"

"That's right! Let it all out!" Ichigo said encouragingly.

And I couldn't stop. The more I talked, the faster my words all poured out of my mouth.

"It makes me sick! It really does. And I'm so confused and everything, I mean, I don't know what's happening to me! Every time, I see Momo I just feel all….strange, and I can't think properly and I feel hot and sweaty and I….I don't know what to do about it, I don't even know what these feelings are! I think I'm going to go crazy one day if this keeps going on! What am I talking about? I already am crazy! And Momo goes all freaking passionate and fan-girly over Ryo and I can't get mad at him because then Momo will get upset and-"

"Hey!" Ichigo shook me by the shoulders, and forced me to stop my chattering mouth. "Shhh. Ok, enough talking. Dang it, I didn't know you could be so talkative. You're normally so quiet and collected and stuff. I seriously wonder what goes through your head….."

Oh, you don't know just what happens in there.

"Alright," Ichigo said slowly. "Do you know how you feel about Momo?"

What is this, therapy?

I raised an eyebrow. "Obviously."

Ichigo folded his arms across his chest and smirked. "Fine. Then what do you feel?"

"I feel…" I began. "…feelings."

Ichigo shook his head and sighed. "Toushiro! You have a crush on Momo. I thought you were supposed to be some kind of genius, how could you not have realised this? Gosh…"

"I-I-I w-what?" I stuttered. There's no way I could like Momo that way. I mean, she's my best friend….

"Admit it already!" Ichigo groaned.

Fine, I will!

"I….like….Momo….." I said, slowly.

"Good," Ichigo sighed exasperatedly.

I rolled my eyes at him. Stupid.

"One more thing," Ichigo's voice spoke up. "What is discoballoonated?"

"Discombobulated," I corrected him.

"Yeah, that. What is that?"

"Oh," I smiled tiredly. "It's just a really fancy way to say 'confused'."

"Hey," Ichigo said suddenly. "Why don't we go to the mall tomorrow? Let's do something fun, and cheer you up!"

I am tired of arguing with this guy. Sometimes, there is no way to win. "Fine."

Ichigo smirked mysteriously.

What the heck is he up to? Something no good, for sure….

So that was chapter 5! Sorry if it wasn't so good. Please leave a review if you can be bothered to. Until next time! Which is...some time...