A/N: I'm really nervous about doing a second chapter here, mainly because I'm worried that my humor was a fluke. Still, I love constructive criticism, promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach; I make no profit from this.

"Who's cooking?" Shinji glanced around at the rest of the guys.

"Lisa is usually pressured into doing it." Rose sighed. He was lying stretched across the couch, manga long forgotten. "Or Mashiro, God forbid."

"Who puts peanut butter and Tabasco on scrambled eggs?" Kensei muttered as he exited the bathroom in a change of clothes, having exercised on the training level for a few hours before. "That was probably the worst thing Mashiro ever did in the kitchen."

"No, you're forgetting the 'powdered sugar, green tea, olive and chili powder' lettuce wraps." Love sighed. All the men in the room instantly turned green in the face.

"That said, I'm not hungry anymore." Shinji stood up. "So I'm gonna go to bed. Night." He still seemed pretty down as he exited the room and shut the door to his bedroom behind him.

"Maybe you should go read the kid a bedtime story." Rose closed his eyes, but it was clear whom his comment was directed at.

"Why is he my kid?" Love raised an eyebrow. "What'd I ever do to have to be a parent to him?"

"You parent Hiyori." The look on Rose's face was never changing, and even Love couldn't tell if he was joking. "Shinji will one day marry Hiyori. Therefore, you're a parent to Shinji."

"You're a sick and twisted thing, you know that?" Kensei shook his head. "Both of you. Shinji's just as old as both of you, and he doesn't need either of you treating him like a kid because he doesn't feel like hanging out with you." On that note, he headed for his room, slamming the door exasperatedly behind him.

"Pizza?" Love asked, stealing Rose's manga while he wasn't looking.

"Sure." Rose opened one eye. "Don't. I will finish that without you ruining the plotline."

Love silently dropped the manga back on the coffee table, caught red handed, and headed for the phone.

A few hours later, at the hotel, Lisa was sure she was in hell. Mashiro couldn't seem to stay asleep, and when she was asleep, she kicked, scratched, punched, and on one occasion, bit Lisa. And since Lisa was now sharing a bed with her so Hiyori didn't murder either of them in their sleep, she had few options.

"I can't sleep." Mashiro whispered, albeit loudly. "When I sleep at home I can always hear Kensei snoring in the next room over. I can't sleep without it."

"Just go to sleep!" Hiyori snapped, pitching a pillow at Mashiro, but her aim was off due to being half asleep, and she thwacked Lisa in the face. Lisa tried her hardest not to growl. She knew that separating them from the guys wouldn't necessarily be easy, but she didn't think it would be this hard.

"Both of you relax." Lisa was trying so hard to maintain her calm, but it was so hard. She'd forgotten exactly how insane the girls could be away from everyone else. "Here..." She guided them through a relaxation exercise, and by the time she was done, Mashiro was sound asleep. Hiyori on the other hand, not so much.

"What's your real reason for making us leave home?" Hiyori muttered, just loud enough for Lisa to hear, just soft enough that Mashiro didn't even begin to stir.

"I thought it would be a good idea." Lisa replied. "You and Mashiro have been so tense. I thought it would be a good opportunity." It wasn't a total lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Lisa was toeing the line here, and Hiyori could practically sniff out a liar half the time.

"Whatever..." Hiyori rolled on her side, facing away from Lisa, and pretty soon her breaths evened out.

Lisa rolled her eyes. It was like raising children sometimes. You would think after hundreds of years they would've matured emotionally but of course, that was a big fat no. Mashiro was just as childish as ever, and Hiyori was just as immature as she'd likely always be.

Lisa lay there, unable to sleep. She realized that she had something that put her to sleep every night too; she would check on Rose and then go to bed. Here, she was out of luck.

Damn it.

A/N: Ehh. I might rewrite this, because it feels more serious than I wanted it to be. What'd you think though?