Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, but I do own Reiku and this plot.

She had no idea when she'd fallen for that fox-faced bastard. Maybe it was when they were throwing insults at each other, or maybe it was when she had to take care of him when he was injured during a mission. Come to think of it, he never really thanked her, and, if she remembered correctly, had only commented on her "bad bandaging skills".

Reiku sighed, running a hand through her black locks as she thought of her dilemma. Why, out of all the shinigami she could choose, had she fallen for HIM?! She sighed again, staring out over Rukongai, the lesser district in Soul Society, as she sat on the roof of the third division.

"Yo' gonna get wrinkles if ya' sigh too much, Reiku-chan." The accent made her realize who it was. No one else in all of Sereitei had a kansai dialect. Hiding a grimace, she turned her head, only to meet a pair of fox-like eyes.

"Ohayo, Ichimaru-taichou," She said. "Please don't do that again." He smiled, resembling more and more like the cunning animal.

"Do what?" Oh how she wanted to punch him.

"Sneak up on me." she grounded out, her eye starting to twitch. 'And give me butterflies', she thought as her stomach fluttered. "Why are you here anyways?" She asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Gin Ichimaru was not known for the concern for his subordinates. His smile turned into a grin, and Reiku had a sinking dread that she had just done something very, very wrong.

"Well, I just wanted ta' see ya'," he confessed, his sly expression growing until he was grinning like a maniac. Reiku's face flushed pink as the words sunk in. 'Liar', she thought, but she was too flustered to say anything.

"O-oh, really?" She forced out, flushing more in embarrassment as her voice cracked. She snapped her view over to the rundown houses again to hide her complexion. Darn it, he was making her giddy! Muttering a barely coherent excuse, she used shunpo to run, reappearing on the roof of the sixth division as her face slowly cooled down to a less noticeable pink. For the rest of that day, she hid from her captain, using her abilities to sense his reiatsu when he was anywhere near, and running away.

The Next Day

How had she gotten this job? Were the fates laughing at her? Reiku glared at the wooden sliding door before her, the one that separated her from her taichou's private chambers. She cursed her luck again. Since she woke up late, a thing she'd been doing since the untimely death of her alarm clock, she was given the job to wake the third division's "dearest" taichou.

Bracing herself mentally, Reiku glued her eyes to the floor and raised her hand, rapping the door with her knuckles. However, her fist didn't meet the hard wood of the door, but instead met soft flesh. Her midnight eyes snapped up when she heard a groan, but blinked when she realized it came from the ground. Looking down, she saw the captain of the third division crouched on the floor, nursing his face with his hand.

"Ow…you hit hard, Reiku-chan." he muttered, whining. She bent forward, concern etched onto her face.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked sincerely, hoping to earn a reply. When she heard none, she tried to see the injury, and grasped Ichimaru's hands, asking to see his face. She gasped as he grabbed both of her hands, standing in shock as he swooped up, kissing her on the lips shortly before running off.

"I'll take that as punishment!" he called, turning to give her a cheeky grin. Covering her mouth, the now crimson Reiku chased her captain, yelling death threats in the air. However, the hand that covered her mouth fell to reveal the identical grin on her face.

"I'll get you for that, Ichimaru!!"