A/N= Hi! It's me again. You are now free to pelt me with comments about how long it's been since my last update... No don't do that. I was HEEECK BUSY! I'd actually half-written this a month ago. So sorry... ^.^"

But guess what, it's my 14th birthday (19th of June) and I was like "I haaave to update!". So I'm currently under the covers, writing this on mah laptop.

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Well, enjoy chapter 6! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, sadly... But I own this story! :)

"Shiro-chan, does this look alright for a first date? Or is it too fancy?"

Momo asked me that for what seemed like the millionth time. I was in her room, sitting on Rukia's bed (which was way too over-decorated with Chappy, I might add).

Momo had called me into her room after breakfast because she wanted my opinion on what to wear for her date with Ryo (yes, I'm still upset about the date). Apparently, she wanted a "boy's opinion".

Normally, all this girly stuff about clothes would've bored me to death, but you can't really get bored by staring at a well-dressed Momo.

"Shiro-chan? Are you listening?" She waved her fingers in front of my face. "Which one is better? The blue or the red?"

She pointed to a dress that was on the top of the huge pile of clothes on her bed (who knew girls made such a mess when they fussed about clothes?). It was a pretty blue with white swirly designs on the material, and had ribbon around the waist area. But I didn't think it suited Momo. I shook my head. "Nope."

Then, she pointed to the clothes she had on at that moment, which was a white sleeveless blouse and a red skirt. She looked awfully cute in the thing, but no way am I letting her go near Ryo in something so attractive. No way.

I shook my head, and Momo huffed in frustration. "Then what should I wear?"

Before I could answer, the door burst open, and Matsumoto came in with a lot of shopping bags.

"Momo-chan," she said happily handing one of the bags to Momo. "Go try this one on."

Momo nodded uncertainly, but headed towards the bathroom anyway.

Pretty soon, we heard her voice through the closed bathroom door. It sounded embarrassed. "R-rangiku-s-san? A-are you s-sure?"

I turned sharply to Matsumoto. "What was in that bag?"

She smiled. I knew that smile. A devilish smile that could mean anything but good.

"What's wrong Momo-chan?" Rangiku called. "Come on and show us your outfit!"

The bathroom door opened and Momo hesitantly came out. She was wearing a… a… what the heck was she wearing?!

The dress was black, but that was the least of my worries. It was extremely short and the bodice was exceedingly tight. I mean, you could see… everything. Not that I was looking. Also, the back was bare, and almost half the dress was made out of fishnet. Oh, and that plunging neckline…

Why is my face heating up?! And now of all times!

"U-um…" I choked out, and looked away. "D-don't you think that's uh… sort of…"

"R-rangiku-san," Momo stammered. "Shiro-chan's face is going red. Is that bad?"

Well yeah, it's not like my face is naturally red!

Matsumoto smiled. "I'm not sure… Taichou, why's your face red?"

I glared at her. "I know what you're trying to do."

"What is she trying to do?" Momo looked at me with doe-like eyes.

Please, oh please, do not use those eyes to make me approve of that dress!

I cleared my throat. "She's trying to humiliate me by making you wear a provocative outfit."

Momo tilted her head. "And how does that humiliate you?"

Because you look hot and- no no, don't say that!

"Skimpy clothes are inappropriate, and I can only handle that to a certain extent. Matsumoto is poking some fun at the fact."

Momo raised an eyebrow. "That's not very nice."

Oh Momo, Matsumoto isn't nice. When will you realise that?

"Oops~" My despicable lieutenant laughed, and handed Momo a different shopping bag. "That one should be more suitable."

As Momo headed for the bathroom (once again), Matsumoto sat down next to me and giggled. "You should've seen your face! It was priceless!"

Pissing me off, and then picking on me? This woman is shameless, I swear!

If only I had Hyourinmaru with me…. Oh, she'd feel my wrath.

I guess my face might have looked a bit intimidating, because Matsumoto stopped laughing.

"Hey," she smiled. "I was just messing with you."

"I know," I replied. "But it is really irritating when you try things like that."

"But on the bright-side, you got to see Momo in some super sexy get-up."

The temperature of the room became dangerously low.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, okay? I think I've annoyed you enough for a week. I promise I won't annoy you for the rest of the week," Matsumoto said, hugging herself to keep warm.

Okay, so maybe I was a bit harsh. I stopped my reiatsu from leaking, so that the room didn't turn into the world's biggest refrigerator.

"This week ends in two days, today included," I pointed out. "But… if you could go on for that long without humiliating, insulting or infuriating me, that would be quite an accomplishment. I'd like to see how that plays out."

"Mou, Taichou…" Matsumoto pouted. "Do you really think I'm so incapable?"

I thought it over. "…. Yep."

She smacked me playfully on the arm and grinned. I smirked up at her.

"So… how do I look now?" said a person who I didn't even know was in the room.

Very slowly, I turned my head towards Momo. She was wearing a dress that went down till mid-thigh, and a pair of black spotted stockings. The sleeves came down till her elbows, the bottom of the dress had lots of ruffles, and the outfit was not tight on her (fortunately). I think she looks cute… like a little doll (except Momo doesn't look plastic).

"… Hello? I need an opinion here," Momo laughed.

I mentally slapped myself for staring. I tried to cover up the awkwardness with a smile. "You look great."

"Aww, look at that! Taichou thinks you look-" Matsumoto shut up at once, when I shot her a glare. "Um… I mean… Momo! You can't go on a date like that! The outfit is not complete!"

It isn't? But… I think she looks pretty. Then again, I don't understand girls. They are like… a totally different side to our species.

I was hoping Momo would say something like 'Why not?' or 'Yes it is!', but instead, she nodded enthusiastically and said "No outfit is complete without accessories!"

Seriously? I sweat-dropped.

And, just like that, the two of them left the room in a blur.

"Shiro-chan! Come on!" Momo called from what I hope is not Matsumoto's room.

But of course, if anyone cared about what I hoped, Momo would be going on a date with me.

The doorbell rang, and Momo sharply turned, her ponytail whipping dangerously close to my face (I was sitting next to her on the couch).

"Ryo-kun!" she squeaked, her eyes showing excitement and a little bit of nervousness.

I rolled my eyes, got up, and tugged at her wrist. "Are you going to open the door, or do I have to drag you to it?"

And what did I get for purposely being rude to her on a seemingly important day?

Nothing.

No frowns. Or pouts. Not even a sigh.

Momo's dazed smile was enough for me to realise that she's completely in La-La Land with cotton candy clouds, heart shaped trees and probably an exaggeratedly handsome Ryo.

… Damn it.

La-La Land with an overly attractive Ryo is not good. Not good at all.

"Hehe, it's okay Shiro-chan, I'll do it myself," Momo literally bounced off the couch (dragging me along with her) and went to the door.

The door opened, and all that was in my view was Ryo… I think. I can't be too sure that this guy in jeans and a shirt isn't just some random purple-haired dude. He could be anyone, like maybe a burglar running away from the police or something…

Seriously, I need more proof that this guy is Ryo Hayashi. He is way too good-looking to be that purple-haired crush-stealer.

"Hello Momo-chan." He grinned.

Okay… About him being good-looking to be Ryo, I take that back. I'm starting to see the resemblance.

And you know what? His smile wasn't that sparkly.

"Ryo-kun," Momo literally cooed.

I cleared my throat a little to inform them of my existence.

Ryo looked surprised when he saw me. "Hey, I know you."

Yeah, I'm pretty familiar with your name too, Ryo.

"Hitsugaya-san, right?"

I nodded.

He smiled and extended a hand. "Ryo Hayashi."

"I know, we're in the same class." Unfortunately.

"Please excuse him, he's always like that," Momo quickly said to Ryo, then turned to me. "Don't be so rude, Shiro-chan!"

"Keep calling me that, and I won't even try to be nice," I retorted grimly. Then I had to hold in a wince when someone gripped my shoulder firmly. I looked behind me and saw Ichigo.

Just how long has he been there?

Ichigo smiled at Ryo (a very fake smile, I might add). "Don't worry; he's just in a mood today."

Ryo laughed in response. "It's alright, everyone has their days. I'm sure whatever's bothering you will be gone soon."

Yeah, and it'll take Momo along with it. "Sure it will…"

"Ahahaha, you people are too funny! C'mon Toushiro, let's go and cheer you up!" Ichigo frantically pulled me back with one hand, and nudged Momo forward with the other. "Bye Momo, have fun on your date!"

"But not too much fun!" I yelled as Ichigo kicked the door closed and let go of me.

I turned around to see a very angry Ichigo with his arms crossed across his chest. "Toushiro, you can't just say whatever you're thinking like that!"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I just did."

He shook his head unapprovingly. "That's not what you do in this century when someone steals your crush."

"Really, now? Then what ever am I supposed to do?"

I saw Ichigo hold back some sort of annoyed reaction. "Well, we could try a little something that I like to call 'sabotage'."

"What?!"

"You heard me."

"That is not a good idea, and besides, not many people in this town, or even this country, have white or orange hair," I said, trying to pry his fingers off my arm as he dragged me into Matsumoto's room. "Momo's bound to notice us if we go after them. Well, me at least."

"That's why I exist," said an absolutely eerie voice. The black chair in front of the desk spun around to reveal Matsumoto, her hands gripping every single kind of beauty product that they manufacture in this place. "With my knowledge and talents in make-up, I'll have your face unrecognisable in minutes."

As much as that sounded like a cheesy advertisement, I do not like where this is going.

I have no idea how, when, or why I agreed to do this.

"Ichigo, why are we doing this?"

I glanced at my orange-haired friend standing next to me, who shrugged. "Well, if we mess up Momo's date, she probably won't go out with Ryo again, which means that she'll officially be single, and so you will have the opportunity to ask her out or confess or something… according to Rangiku-san at least."

I frowned. "Quite spending so much time with my lieutenant; you'll become a male version of her."

Ichigo laughed. "Yeah, right… Be thankful that I didn't let her cake up your face with make-up."

"Yeah, but…" I looked at myself and back at him. "… Why am I the only one with a disguise on?!"

My hair was now black and very much tamed compared to before. And apparently, I would look like a total freak if my eyebrows and hair were totally opposite colours. So Matsumoto had somehow turned my eyebrows black with a sinister-looking little thing that she called 'An Eyebrow Pencil'.

"It was just luck. Dyeing your hair orange is the new trend," he grinned at me. "Besides, that black hair-dye isn't permanent, it washes out."

"But…Why the contacts?!" I almost yelled, pointing at my eyes, which were far from their original shade of emerald. They were now an amber colour.

"Shush! People will stare if you raise your voice so much," Ichigo said. "Besides, your eye colour is too unique, Momo would totally know it's you. You have to blend in as much as possible."

"BUT THEY ARE SO DARN ITCHY!"

"Shut up and stop being a brat; I see Momo and Ryo," Ichigo pointed.

I looked to the direction his finger was pointing at.

Momo and Ryo were walking together, goofy smiles on both of their faces. Momo's right hand clutched a bag that had some kind of fancy writing on it, so I'm guessing that Ryo bought her something.

In my opinion, he's going too fast with the whole thing.

… And okay, maybe I'm a bit jealous. Maybe.

I frowned. "Okay, so do we trip them or something? What's the plan?"

I glanced side-ways at Ichigo, who was rubbing the back of his neck. "Well... ah… The plan is… that we um…"

I nearly face-walled. "You don't have a plan?!"

What kind of an idiot goes on a sabotage mission without a freaking plan?

"Ah, Ichigo-kun! Hello," Momo waved happily, approaching us.

Crap, what if she recognises me?

"Hi…," Ichigo said in a weak voice. "Nice date so far?"

Momo's eyes sparkled and she flashed him a gorgeous smile. "Yes! Ryo-kun even bought me this awesome dress!" She lifted up the shopping bag. "But he really didn't have to do that."

Ryo smiled and put an arm around her. "But it would really look gorgeous on you, so I had to get it for you."

I felt a pang of anger. How dare he kiss up to her? That's my job!

I would've literally pounced on to Ryo and yelled at him, but Ichigo had an iron grip on my shoulder.

"Ugh, do your lovey-dovey talk somewhere else…," he said, shaking his head.

Momo blushed and giggled. Then she raised her eyebrows with a curious look in her eyes. "Who's that?"

Ichigo's eyes widened slightly for a split-second, and then he patted my head.

… He is going to regret doing that.

"Oh him?" he laughed airily. "He's Hiroshi… he's a friend of Karin's that I'm helping out."

Well… I am friends with Karin, that's true.

Ryo looked at Ichigo in admiration… fake admiration I'll bet.

"What are you helping him out with?" he asked, flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes.

His stupid, purple doll-hair.

Yeah, he has doll-hair.

"Well?" he laughed.

"Soccer!"

"An essay!"

Ichigo and I exchanged looks, and I would've slapped my forehead, but of course then it would be obvious that something was wrong.

"… An essay… about soccer," I said meekly, trying to hide behind Ichigo.

"Y-yeah," Ichigo chimed in. "He has to do a project on it, and Karin thought I could help him out a bit. Since I used to play for the school team and stuff…"

Momo grinned and snapped her fingers. "I know the perfect person to help you out with that!"

"R-really?" I asked, not looking her in the eye.

I mean, what if she knows that I'm really me, and not some kid named Hiroshi?!

"Yeah," she went on. "Hitsugaya-kun is great at soccer, or so I've heard from Karin-chan. Apparently, he knows a lot of cool tricks too. Mind you, he can be a bit grouchy, but after you get to know him he's… pretty cool."

And then she just smiled at me like I was supposed to be totally oblivious to whatever she just said.

But… it was weird to hear her refer to me as 'Hitsugaya-kun'. I felt… important.

Wait, she also said…

OH. MY. GOSH.

Momo called me cool.

That's just… I feel so…

Damn it face, stop turning so red! And why am I breathing so quickly?!

My thoughts were interrupted when Momo chuckled.

"Well," she turned to Ryo. "We have a date to get to. Bye, Hiroshi-san, Ichigo-kun!"

Linking her arm with Ryo's, she happily walked away from us.

With Ryo.

I spun around to face Ichigo.

"We have got to sabotage this date!"

"Oooh, I'll take the vanilla-peach one!"

I watched Momo smile at her smoothie choice as Ryo looked through his wallet for money.

"We'll bring them to your table," the girl at the counter said. "Please go and take a seat."

As the 'couple' turned around to walk to their table, Ichigo took a straw from the counter, threw it at Momo, and dragged me behind the counter, both of us ducking behind it just in time.

"Ehhe, sorry…," the counter-girl said, sweat-dropping. "I can be a bit clumsy sometimes. Continue your day!~"

Wait, why's she sticking up for us?

Momo and Ryo shrugged and walked away as if nothing had happened.

The girl peered down at us with gorgeous blue eyes. Not as gorgeous as Momo's brown ones though.

"Sabotaging your life-long crush's date?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Ichigo grinned. "Yep. Well, it's his crush actually." He gestured to me. "Aika, this is Toushiro, my friend and literally little brother. Toushiro, this is Aika, a friendly counter-girl who just so happens to be the match-maker of our school; she solves love problems. She's in a grade above us, so you wouldn't have met her yet."

I smiled up at her. She's really pretty, wavy auburn hair and all. But still… she doesn't beat Momo.

She furrowed her eyebrows, like she was thinking of something. Her eyes lit up. "I've got it!"

Ichigo looked surprised. "Already?"

Aika just smiled a very Matsumoto-ish smile. I'm starting to dislike her a bit… and at the same time, I'm looking forward to whatever genius plan she just concocted.

In a male waiter's suit, I carefully balanced a tray with two smoothies on them.

"Now remember," Aika told me clearly. "You have to spill it only on Momo."

I nodded, and took a deep breath.

Aika smiled. "Go get her, tiger."

I made my way over to their table, where they were busy chatting and flirting with each other.

Okay, I can do this! I can do-

"Oh, Hiroshi-san?" Momo looked at me. "You work here?"

"I owe the counter-girl a favour," I lied.

"What about your assignment?"

"I'm taking a break."

Ugh, it feels so wrong, lying to her like this.

Whatever, it's all for Momo…

I can totally do this.

I walked closer to the table, expertly tripped myself, the tray flew out of my hands and…

SPLAT!

… went all over Momo's dress.

I hurriedly got up, faked a horrified expression and gasped.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to… Gah, I'm so clumsy! I'm sor-"

"Don't worry about it," Momo smiled weakly. "I… need to go to the ladies' room."

She scampered off, and I glanced at Ryo. He shrugged.

"I'm very sorry…," I began.

"It's okay, Momo's an understanding girl. She won't be mad," He smiled.

He freaking smiled. After I literally ruined his date.

"I'll go get you guys more smoothies. Well, I'll make someone else bring them to you this time,' I said quietly, and made my way back to Aika and Ichigo.

Ichigo laughed. "Perfect!"

"… Actually, not perfect. Momo's okay with it, and so is he," I informed grimly.

Aika shrugged. "Well, sorry, I can't help. I gotta get back to work. Good luck Toushiro."

We were still stalking Momo and Ryo as they walked around in a park.

Ugh, I feel like such a creep.

They were laughing, holding hands, and having a good time until a bunch of kids threw a frisbee, and it hit Ryo in the shoulder.

Yay kids!

"Any moment now," Ichigo said, checking his watch.

I blinked. "For what?"

He smirked. "For that."

I looked towards Momo and Ryo's direction.

There was a stunningly attractive girl clinging on to Ryo's arm. She said something to him, which made Momo gasp. Then, the pretty red-head kissed him on the cheek and stroked his hair.

Momo was staring at them in shock.

"I paid her," Ichigo announced proudly.

Wow, Ichigo's actually kind of smart.

Ryo was frantically shaking his head and trying to blurt out an explanation, but the girl was trailing kisses down his jaw and on to his neck.

Dang it, Momo looks mad.

Ryo managed to un-cling the girl from him and shoo her away.

Hey! No, girl, come back!

Ryo looked at Momo, who had her back towards him. He said something, but Momo didn't reply.

I looked at Ichigo hopefully. He shrugged.

I saw Momo trying to walk away, but Ryo pulled her back.

HOW DARE HE TOUCH MOMO! I swear, when I go back to school on Monday, he's going to receive extra cold treatment.

Ryo said something again, and Momo smiled and nodded.

I think they just made up.

No… That's not supposed to happen!

I heard Ichigo sigh. "C'mon let's go talk to them."

Why?

I raised an eyebrow at him. He shook his head in response. "I dunno."

We walked towards them, and Ryo had a very surprised look on his face.

"Well, look at that. We meet again."

I laughed (fake, if you were wondering). "Sorry about earlier…"

Momo shook her head and grinned, almost melting me. "It's okay. Stop apologising over and over, you remind me of Hitsugaya-kun."

I felt that familiar sense of importance again.

But I do miss being 'Shiro-chan', strangely.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Momo smiled. Then she frowned. "I bet if he knew where I am now, he'd be checking on my date to see if I'm alright. He's so over-protective. We'd be bumping into him every now and then, instead of you two."

I felt sweat building up on my forehead. "Y-yeah. Our meetings are just a coincidence…"

Momo laughed, her small frame shaking slightly.

"W-what?" I asked, getting even more nervous.

She smiled again, and I just wanted to hug her so badly. "Nothing. It's just, you even talk like Hitsugaya-kun."

"You kind of look like him too…," Her smile began to fade, her eyes widening in realisation.

Ryo looked concerned. "Is everything alright?"

I panicked, and tugged on Ichigo's arm. "I need to go now."

He seemed to notice the tension too. "Yeah, sure. Bye Momo, Ryo."

We spun on our heels, and walked away hurriedly, leaving behind a stunned Momo and a puzzled Ryo.

"Ugh!" I yelled, running into the bathroom.

I stripped off my clothes, went into the shower, and turned on the hot water. I needed to get rid of any evidence that I had ever been "Hiroshi".

I got rid of the black substance that was on my eyebrows. But it was pretty gross, I'll tell you that.

I quickly got out of the shower, and went to the bathroom mirror.

It was a lot of work, but I managed to get the coloured contacts out.

I threw them in the bin. Heck, I don't care if they were expensive, they've gotta go.

Changing into a different set of clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror. Something was not right.

What was it?

It's not my clothes, my eyebrows are fine, my eyes are their normal colour again, my hair…

… My hair is still black!

What the hell, Ichigo said it washes out!

"Toushiro, you done?"

Yes, I am, and you've got some explaining to do.

I opened up the door and Ichigo walked into the bathroom.

"Hey, your hair is still-"

"Black! I know! You said it washes out!" I yelled at him.

He looked indignantly at me. "It does! The bottle says so!"

I rummaged through the cabinet, and pulled out the little bottle that I hate so much right now.

"Where does it say that?" I asked, handing him the bottle and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Right here!" He said, reading the small print. "It says it washes out…"

"Well, it was lying!" I huffed.

"… after about eight washes," he finished.

"Eight washes?!" I screamed.

Throwing the bottle aside, Ichigo closed the door quickly, and pulled my shirt off.

"What the-"

"Get back in the shower!" He hissed.

"What? We're actually gonna do all eight washes?" I asked, petrified.

'Cause this is not good you know!

"… Yeah, now get in there!" He shoved me in the shower.

I stayed silent for a few seconds.

"Toushiro?"

"DAMN IT, STUPID HAIR DYE!"

A/N= Soo, how was it? Did it stink as much as I thought it did? Sorry for any mistakes, it's almost midnight but I'm trying to update so... My brain cells are dead. What was your favourite bit? Leave a review pretty please. Like, c'mon it's my birthday! xD

The link to Momo's date dress is on my profile :)

A special thanks to GoddessOfImagination for helping me with my writer's block :) *salutes*

Well, until next time... I gotta sleep. Oyasumi~