Okay, I edited it; I wasn't that happy with it so I edited it. I added a few parts, but it has the same plot…just different storyline…and I hope that the story would flow much better now…I think…so sorry for the long wait…

Of course, beware of the constant OOC-ness. I'm honestly not sure if I got the names right...it might be slightly AU seeing as I haven't watched all the episodes…

I, of course, do not own Bleach.

Chapter 1: The Incident

"Hmm…let's see here…what about…Rukia-san?"

Hitsugaya Toushiro groaned, slouching a little on his seat. They were supposedly celebrating something tonight, but fortunately or unfortunately, he forgot what it was, due to his involuntary intake of alcohol earlier. He didn't even have the faintest idea as to why he was even here in the first place.

…He had never been one for parties anyway.

"Hey taichou, are you even listening to me?" Matsumoto chirped glugging down another bottle of sake.

"No." He answered bluntly, glaring at Matsumoto.

Rangiku rolled her eyes and sighed. "If this is about me spiking your precious tea earlier…you're being too touchy about it, and besides I dragged you here to drink some booze and celebrate Rukia-san's promotion…Lighten up will ya?"

Oh right, Kuchiki Rukia's promotion…they were supposedly celebrating that earlier…

Toushiro harrumphed childishly. "What did you put in my tea anyway?"

"Huh? Oh that, I added some vodka, though I think I added a bit too much"

Groaning, he leaned over the table to order a chamomile tea, hoping that it would somehow ease the fuzzy feeling in his head.

It didn't.

"Ugh…Matsumoto, what were you rambling about Kuchiki Rukia earlier?"

"Why so interested taichou?" She said teasingly.

"Because, this thing includes me, and therefore I should be concerned, and this is probably gain, one of your plans to get me a girlfriend"

"Wow, I'm proud taichou…you figured it out so quickly"

'Why wouldn't I?' He thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Toushiro's eyes widened in surprise and realization; he sputtered into his tea. Had he heard her correctly? Was she somehow implying Kuchiki Rukia as his girlfriend? 'How absurd' Hitsugaya thought as he continued to choke on his tea,

'Though, it is possible, that Kuchiki girl is rather pleasant on the eyes.' A voice in his mind murmured.

Seriously, Kuchiki Rukia as his girlfriend? That was the stupidest thing he has ever heard, he told Matsumoto so, before ordering, yet another chamomile tea.

"You are so boring taichou"

"Go figure" He said, taking a sip of his tea.

The strawberry blonde grinned. "Ne, taichou, d'you know why I picked Rukia-san in the first place?"

Hitsugaya rolled his eyes as he finished his drink. "No, Matsumoto and nor do I want to know." He said dismissively, nonetheless he had an inkling that Matsumoto wasn't going to shut up about the topic.

"You see, the main reason I decided on Rukia-san, was of course, the height," Toushiro growled angrily at this. "And besides from her, Yachiru-fukutaichou would be the next one in line considering the height, and she barely reaches your waist and, I hardly doubt that Kenpachi-taichou would ever allow that"

"So, you honestly think that Kuchiki-taichou would approve of this?"

The Ice Dragon was now leaning on his outstretched hand on the table, idly swirling the remaining contents of the cup. He allowed a smirk to fleet over his features as Matsumoto remained quiet for a moment.

"Well?" He taunted. "If you're so hell-bent on putting me and Kuchiki toge—"

"Honestly," She started, suddenly cutting him off. "Between you and her other suitors…as an over-protective brother, I'd obviously pick someone who'll not use my little sister as a sex slave" She said seriously, Toushiro had to admit that he actually listened until his Vice-Captain just had to mention the words: 'sex slave'. "And besides, you're a captain"

He blinked. "You're kidding…right?"

"Oh let's not kid ourselves here taichou, we all know that you are in a dire need of a girlfriend, which is typical at your age…your hormones are probably raging right now, especially with having spent some time with a voluptuous woman such as myself" She expressed her point by slightly wiggling those…abominations in front of her.

"Hardly"

Matsumoto laughed heartily, waving joyously at someone behind his back.

"Ah, Hitsugaya-taichou, Matsumoto-fukutaichou, thank heavens I found you two." The calm voice of the 4th Division Captain sounded, making her way over the two. "I know that this may sound absurd, but, have you seen anyone who is the least bit sober?'

Hitsugaya almost had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. The place was already crawling with people who most likely drowned themselves in a year's worth of alcohol.

"Why?' Matsumoto slurred, gulping down another cup of liquor.

"Those two," Unohana started, jerking a thumb towards two people that Toushiro recognized as Renji and Ichigo, "got Rukia-san drunk, and I'm currently looking for someone who can accompany her home."

A Cheshire cat grin formed on Matsumoto's face as her eyes glanced over her captain who was looking around. "Well, if that's the case, then I'm sure taichou can take Rukia-san home" she cackled evilly inside her head, oh this was gonna be rich. Swiftly, she hoisted the white-haired captain by the shoulders and started shaking him vehemently.

"Matsumoto.put.me.down."

"Will that be fine with you, Hitsugaya-taichou?" The older woman asked, grabbing a very hyper Yachiru; who had suddenly came out of nowhere, by the collar of her kimono.

"Can't you do it, Unohana-taichou?" Toushiro asked, disentangling himself from his Vice-captain.

"I'm afraid not, I still have to make sure everyone'll behave accordingly" She stated, placing Yachiru on the counter. "I just need someone to get Rukia-san to the 13th Division Barracks or to the Kuchiki Estate, either way, I just want her home, and Ise-fukutaichou's already taking care of Shunsui; and that man's already trouble as it is"

He sighed, if he agreed, he knew for a fact that Matsumoto would never let him live this down…on the other hand; he could actually leave this place before said Vice-captain plans his wedding day.

"Fine"

Sadly for our dear 'Ice Dragon', he was going to encounter something even worse. Yes, worse than people calling him short and even worse than Shunsui…

Hormones, bloody raging hormones…

Hitsugaya growled angrily, he wanted nothing but to pound the raven-haired girl…bad choice of words.

They were still somewhere inside the confines of the 10th Division compound, and the white-haired captain wanted to get to his living quarters as soon as possible, sure, he can handle the freezing weather, but even he gets a little cold sometimes.

The alcohol he had consumed earlier wasn't helping his vision one bit.

Hitsugaya Toushiro visibly cringed as he heard the petite girl rambled on about something nonsensical to his ear again, after the short time they had spent together, he can actually sum up the younger Kuchiki's hidden qualities: Annoyingly talkative and frustratingly naïve. First, she had asked on why he was so short, he had gruffly pointed out, that she too was short, and then she began rambling about things that he can't even bear thinking of, for the sake of his sanity.

And her ramblings caused him to slightly wonder as to how much Kurosaki and Abarai have corrupted the girl.

Hitsugaya was sure to strangle the two for getting Rukia drunk, after he drowns Matsumoto in paperwork.

He gasped as he felt the raven-haired shinigami's lips grazed the skin of his neck ever so slightly as she shifted in his arms, nuzzling his neck. Apparently she had grown tired of talking and had noticed that he was, in fact, not listening at all.

"K-Kuchiki…w-what are y-you d-doing…?" He managed to get out as Rukia's warm breath tickled his ear.

"Nothing, hmm…you smell nice, Hitsugaya-taichou…" She muttered against his neck, her soft lips grazing the sensitive skin, causing the white-haired captain to shudder.

"S-stop t-that…K-Kuchiki" He said through gritted teeth, trying in vain to move the girl into another position. It was a futile attempt; the girl had a vice-like grip on his neck.

"Stop what?" She asked innocently.

He mentally cursed as he felt all the blood in his system went southward.

This day just kept getting better and better. (A/N: He was being sarcastic, really, really sarcastic)

He blushed as he remembered the scene he had caused when he had literally swept Rukia off her feet and carried her, claiming that she was currently unable to walk with her staggering and all.

And Kyoraku-taichou managed to get a picture of that particular moment.

He silently thanked the heavens that Kuchiki Byakuya was stationed at the human world or else most of the members of Gotei 13 would have been Senbonzakura'ed to death already for throwing such a rowdy party for Rukia's promotion to a Vice-Captain position due to her activity in the Winter War and for getting the girl drunk.

Toushiro shook his head as he trudged towards his living quarters before the both of them end up tomorrow at the 4th Division with a very bad cold.

"Hmm?" She breathed, turning her head, her hair slightly tickling his chin.

"What is it now Kuchiki?" He asked as he carried her towards his room.

"Where are we going?" She asked, causing a shiver to run down Hitsugaya's spine as she shifted again.

"My place, the 13th Division is too far away, as well as the Kuchiki Estate, and if we stay out much longer, we're obviously going to freeze to death"

"Oh…"

He managed to open the door; with much difficulty on his part, and walked inside, letting her stagger away from him, so he can close the door.

He went straight to his closet, quickly looking for any of his clothes that will fit her lithe and petite form; he fished out one of his yukatas and handed it to Rukia who had plopped herself on his futon.

"Is this your room, Hitsugaya-taichou?" She asked, her hazy violet orbs somewhat widening.

"Yes,"

A giggle tore from her throat, "Ne, ne, why's it so boring taichou…?" Rukia said, still giggling.

'Boring eh? It wouldn't be so boring anymore if your clothes decorated my floor, now would it?'

A voice in his mind practically screamed, and Hitsugaya turned away to hide the blush that was sure to be already forming on his face.

"I'm a captain, Kuchiki, I'm supposed to be boring" He answered, handing her the yukata.

"Here, you should change, your shihakusho's drenched" He said, "I'll be at the bathroom if you need… me"

"…Hai…"

He ambled off to his bathroom, taking a seemingly identical kimono to his Shinigami robes. Hitsugaya sighed, blaming stupid hormones for those 'thoughts' he had earlier. Sighing, he proceeded to put on his clothes, discarding the used ones in a nearby basket.

He knocked against the door, fleetingly contemplating on how weird it was to be knocking at the other side of the door.

"Kuchiki, are you decent?"

"Yeah"

He pushed the door open, peeking in an eye first, making sure that she was really fully-clothed. He walked out of his bathroom; Rukia was already seated in his bed, her clothes neatly folded in a corner. 'Good, I don't have to be worry about that' He thought as his gaze fell on her Shinigami uniform.

Hitsugaya had to get his hormones in check when he spared another look at the girl; his yukata barely covered her stopping in mid thigh, revealing impossibly smooth, long legs for someone of her stature. His eyes traveled upward, and his breath hitched as he saw that the yukata wasn't tied properly so that it showed a bit too much cleavage for comfort. (A/N: Don't have the slightest idea if she has, though )

He sat down, putting a very large pillow on the center of the futon.

She let out a throaty giggle, catching his attention.

"What's so funny, Kuchiki?" He asked, throwing a blanket at her.

"Matsumoto-fukutaichou was talking about you earlier…" She trailed off, clutching the blanket to her chest as he pulled her knees up. And he couldn't help but let his eyes slide down.

"Earlier?" His voice was becoming raspy now, this was not good, God, he needed to think of something else.

'Damn it Toushiro, snap out of it! Think of…Kyouraku-taichou, Mayuri…Omaeda…'

"Yeah, when she was goofing off with Renji," She continued on, making wild gestures with her hands. "She said something about you and the word…incompetent…"

Okay, that was unexpected. He looked up, it was just like Matsumoto to do theses kind of things…but, seriously, incompetent? "Why did she call me incompetent, Kuchiki?"

"Hm? Oh, she was talking about finding you a girlfriend, and Ichigo and Renji commented on how you're incompetent with…women…Matsumoto-fukutaichou agreed…"

'What a surprise' He thought, before he almost squealed at the sudden contact from her. Normally, it would have been considered as a mere brushing of elbows, but to someone being attacked by raging hormones, it was definitely something more and he did not want to elaborate the meaning of the word 'more'.

Rukia was about to lie down on her side of the futon; specifically, the left side of the large pillow, when she noticed how red the young captain's face was.

"Are you okay, Hitsugaya-taichou?" She asked, inching closer and raising a hand to his forehead.

Toushiro moved away, before even a strand of hair touched him, flattening himself against his wall, hoping that it would swallow him whole. She crawled, yes, crawled, and he suppressed the urge to whimper. She raised her hand again to touch his forehead, this time making contact.

"You're hot…" She murmured, pulling her hand away.

'She's talking about temperature, you idiot.'

"Are you sure you're fine? Your face is all red"

"Uh…umm, t-the w-weather's j-just t-taking a-a t-toll o-on m-my c-complexion" He stammered. (A/N: Lol, complexion, yeah right)

"Oh, okay then" She said, her face brightening considerably.

And the most cliché of all clichéd things happened…her face grew closer to his, and he swallowed the lump forming on his throat, as she got closer still. His eyes were half-closed, and he was admittedly anticipating for something to happen.

Something…anything….

And he couldn't help but wonder as to how soft her lips were…

It was as though everything was going slower…

Oh, for the love of—

His train of thought was cut off when her head fell with a soft 'thump' on his shoulders.

She was asleep.

She was freakin' asleep.

He was a bit disappointed.

Okay, he was very, very, very (for lack of better intensifiers) disappointed.

His stupid hormones were to blame for this.

Damnit

A/N: I rewrote it, and it now delves more into what happened, and most of all Hitsu-chan's thoughts…waha, I think I went a little bit hard on him, i just killed off his personality

But, hah, this is for those who kept telling me to update.

And admit it, you guys were anticipating something to happen as well.

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Thankies!