This is my Christmas Fic of 2011... I started it a bit late, but my laptop's being stupid so it's the best that I can do...

Anyways, there will be various parings, including Nanao x Shunsui and ByaRen. I will write up others if/when they develop in the story.

This is just the first chapter and it will probably speed up in the next chapters. I can't promise that it will be done before Christmas but I will do my best.

If I owned Bleach, Shunsui x Nanao would be canon. Is it? No. Do I own Bleach? Absolutely not.

Hitsugaya Toshiro, Captain of the Tenth Division, stopped short in the doorway of the Tenth Division Barracks, staring at the chaos that greeted him. He was used to chaos. With Matsumoto Rangiku as your Vice Captain, you kind of had to be. But this was like nothing in his worst nightmares.

Now, Hitsugaya would be the last person to admit that anything even remotely related to romance disgusted him. The truth, however, was that he was still at that childish stage where even two people holding hands was considered gross and kissing was so revolting that at even the thought of it, Hitsugaya would turn tail and run. This was why, after he had gotten over his initial shock at seeing the majority of his division making out in the hallway leading to his office, he ducked out of the door, pressed himself to the wall and took a deep breath. Several shinigami covered their ears when they saw him. They knew well enough what came when their Captain had that look on his face.

"MATSUMOTO!" the short captain screamed as loud as his little lungs could possibly manage.

"Yes Captain?" his Vice Captain skipped over. She had abandoned her usual uniform for a tight, low cut red dress and a floppy red Santa hat. The dress was making most of the men present stare (and a few of the women too) but Hitsugaya barely noticed it.

"Why is there mistletoe everywhere in the barracks?"

"Oh, that." Matsumoto grinned at him. "I thought it was time that the Seireitei got into the Christmas spirit. So I did some decorating. You were right Captain! With some determination I actually got some work done!"

"I never meant decorating the barracks! I meant that you should work a bit harder on paperwork! Take it down."

"But that'll take forever. Besides, I did some special stuff putting it up and I don't think that I can reverse it." She shrugged. "It'll fade eventually."

"What do you mean 'special stuff'?" Hitsugaya demanded suspiciously. Matsumoto flapped a hand at him.

"Oh, you know, some kido here and there. It had some unintended side effects but I think that it really adds to the affect."

There was a scream from within the barracks. "I can't move! Somebody help me!"

"Somebody actually needs to kiss you. With tongue and everything." Somebody else replied, sounding weary. "Trust me, I know."

While Hitsugaya was listening to the conversation, Matsumoto had snuck away. Blinking, he focused on the spot where she had been and took yet another deep breath.

"MATSUMOTO!" This time, she didn't show up.

In the distance, Byakuya Kuchiki, Captain of the Sixth Division, heard Hitsugaya's scream of rage and lifted his head off of his desk with a soft groan. Had he really fallen asleep at the office again? After quickly glancing around the room, he came to the slightly depressing conclusion that he had. Well, that totally sucked, to use a phrase that Renji seemed to have picked up from his various missions to the Real World. Glancing at the clock, Byakuya realized that he had approximately ten minutes to make it look as though he hadn't spent the night in the office before his loud but surprisingly observant Vice Captain, Renji Abarai arrived, fifteen minutes late, as usual, sputtering apologies. He really was lucky that his Vice Captain was always late or else he would have been in many, quite un-Kuchiki-like awkward moments over the years. Amazingly enough, falling asleep at your desk wasn't very noble-ish, for whatever reason.

With a sigh, Byakuya carefully straightened his robes and did a quick check to ensure that he didn't have ink smeared over his face or something equally embarrassing.

Twenty minutes later, there was a dull thud from outside. Ah, thought Byakuya, not bothering to glance up from his paperwork. That would be Renji. What he had fallen over was a mystery to Byakuya and if he hadn't been a Kuchiki, he might have gone to the door to see what had happened (and perhaps tease Renji a little if he wasn't seriously injured). Being a Kuchiki, however, he stayed put, waiting for the other man to stumble through the door, spewing apologies.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Renji screamed from the other side of the door. This time, even strict Kuchiki training couldn't keep Byakuya from looking up. There was a second round of thuds, this time sounding as though somebody were repetitively banging their head against a hard surface. Then, for the third time that morning, Byakuya heard a now familiar scream from a very different person than was usually delivering it. "MATSUMOTO!" Curiosity getting the better of him, Byakuya stood and went to the door, pulling it open to look down on the somewhat strange sight of Renji lying in an awkward position. Renji groaned and allowed his head to bang against the floor again.

"I swear, Captain, I honestly can't get up." He looked up at the ceiling above where his feet appeared to be stuck to the floor. Following his gaze, Byakuya looked up as well. Hanging from the roof was an innocent little bit of mistletoe. Something told him that he didn't want to be involved in this whole scenario but he couldn't just walk away, could he? His dilemma was solved when he heard Matsumoto running down the hall towards them. If she were the culprit behind this nonsense, which he suspected she was, she would solve it. Quietly, he stepped back into the safety of his office.

When Shunsui Kyouraku had heard about Matsumoto's plan to hang kido-enhance mistletoe around the Seireitei, he had applauded the idea and then promptly made a show of going into his rooms so that, come morning, Nanao would know that he had absolutely nothing to do with the whole thing. Although she was far smaller than him and extremely delicate looking, she scared him when she got truly angry and, Shunsui mused, being stuck underneath of kido-enhanced mistletoe was definitely enough to make her truly angry. Of course, she was too clever to get stuck, which was quite lucky for him, for he felt sure that he was likely to suffer at least a portion of her wrath were that to happen. Already, she was annoyed, since the whole of their staff were busy, either stuck underneath of mistletoe or enjoying getting unstuck a tad too much.

"Captain Kyouraku," Nanao snapped from her desk, turning in her chair to fix him with a piercing stare. "Would you please stop daydreaming and get to work?"

Meekly, Shunsui bowed his head and went back to the stack of paperwork on his desk. Yes, Nanao was clever indeed. She was so clever, in fact, that she had even thought of placing some of the enchanted mistletoe over top of his chair so that he was now stuck in front of his desk until further notice.

Review? I would really, really appreciate it if you told me how it was, good, bad, terrible? This is my first Christmas Fic ever, so I would really like some feedback.

-Stormy