This is Week 1: Challenge 1 ~ part 2. Use each trait from the poem Monday's Child to write a one-shot.

Summary: This story involves Toshiro watching Rangiku as she teaches as well as practices traditional dance. (Rated K)

Tuesday's Child
~Tuesday's child is full of grace~

The air felt stuffy due to the warm weather, causing the child taicho's eyelids to try and nod off. The white haired boy sat up in a wooden area, waiting for the weather to cool off so that he could go back into the office that evening and finish up that dreaded paperwork. Until then it had gotten to the point he couldn't handle being in the office anymore. He felt his head snap back up as he realized that he had almost fallen asleep.

"Taicho?" The sound of his fukutaicho's voice caused the boy to tilt in a manner that caused him to fall out of the tree. He landed hard on the ground, letting out a groan due to the sudden pain. His bright teal eyes then looked up at her pale blue ones. The obvious worry she showed for him caused his mouth to twitch. "I'm heading to the dance hall."

"I see... you don't have to tell me that. I know you go there twice a week to teach the class on traditional dance."

"I brought it up because I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me."

"I told you... I don't want lessons."

"I brought it up not because I want to force you to take a lesson, but because the dance hall actually has air conditioning. You can take a nap back stage."

Toshiro let out a sigh and looked away. "Matsumoto... I shouldn't be barging in places just so I can take naps in comfort."

"You wouldn't be barging in as you'll be with me. On top of this I would like you to actually get a good nap as you can be a major pain when you don't get one like you want. So please?"

The boy stood up and dusted himself off. "All right, all right. I'm only doing this because it makes you happy."

"Thank you. It does make me happy." He then fell in step behind her and upon arriving at the place Matsumoto preformed her dances he slipped backstage into a cranny that was the right size for himself. A half yawn escaped his mouth and he closed his eyes, letting the chill lull him asleep. He woke up upon hearing the sound of music playing and sat up in a groggy manner. His feet touched the ground of the wooden floor behind the stage before his body propelled to a side area where he could watch them practicing.

The child captain's bright teal eyes watched the dances as his head nodded in time with the music. Without realizing what he was doing, his right hand went out with the same timing that the dancers did, his mind still groggy from his nap. Carefully he moved in time from the sides, mimicking the movements that the girls were doing. No one seemed to notice or care that he was doing this.

On top of this, moving in the manner felt good as well as relaxing. He closed his eyes a few times, sill mimicking the dance as he went along as he had seen this one before. When he opened them he caught sight of Rangiku looking right at him as the girls continued to practice unnoticed. The fact she had seen him caused him to suddenly balk before hurrying back stage. He found himself tripping over something and causing a rather loud racket.

He found himself cursing under his breath as the music stopped, knowing full well that Rangiku was coming back to check on him. Toshiro sat where he was, placing one hand on his cheek while he sulked. It almost felt as if he was a little kid caught with an overly large hand full of candy. He could hear footsteps and then his fukutaicho's voice. "You know... you're really good despite having no real lessons at this."

"I'm not in the mood."

"Yes... yes. Particularly when you tripped over something like a klutz." Rangiku went and stood in front of him, offering her hand to help him up. "If you want, I can teach you privately so that no one will know."

"Matsumoto..." Toshiro's hand remained in a position where he didn't touch her hand. Something about what she said wasn't a bad idea, but the thought of someone finding out bothered him.

The woman grabbed his hand and tugged him up. "If anyone asks we're doing it to refine your coordination, particularly since your bodies having to adjust to your latest growth spurt."

"As much as I appreciate you trying to butter me up, I haven't grown."

"Taicho... you have grown. You may not have noticed, but I have. I think its because I've noticed that your coordination has been off lately."

"Really? If that were true then why did you say I was very good at it despite not having any real lessons."

"Because..." Rangiku let out a sigh. ":Look you're movements are off despite the fact I've seen you preform these same moves flawlessly. I'm seeing the same thing in the other things you do. Please... let me help you. This honestly is the only way I can think of to help you."

"Did you trick me into coming to the dance hall with the air conditioning and the fact it would make you happy just to get me to take lessons from you?"

"No... I..." The female frowned before shaking her head and closing her eyes. "No, I didn't. I'd be happy if you would learn traditional dance from me, but dragging you along tonight completely had to do with the fact I didn't want you to get heat sick. You were getting real close to it this afternoon despite the fact you didn't notice. Speaking of which... go get something to drink now that you've had your nap."

"Yes mam." The boy narrowed his eyes and headed off to the water fountain that had been set up. The cold liquid helped him to wake up and soon he was back watching the lessons again. "Sorry Rangiku... I don't think I can take dance with you simply because you're my subordinate. If I was still third seat and you the fukutaicho it wouldn't be so much of a problem. People's impression of the situation would be way different."