A/N: The long awaited chapter..Has arrived! (Hah! Yeah, right!) You can all thank Prussia for this! He had inspired me to look up my girly junior-high diary, and what should fall out but VOLA! THIS CHAPTER! (And a list of what I wished to do the next year. Blech.) Anyways! Enjoy!

What Happened So Far:

If you think you already know, skip these next three paragraphs.

Kuchiki Rukia had it all. She was the Freshman president of the private academy called Fuji Highschool. She lived on her brother's hard earned money. He worked in foreign affairs and was rarely ever in Japan. But one day, her dear brother disappeared. There is a difference in being poor and going bankrupt, my friends. When a whole entire business crumbles that suddenly, something big is involved. For time's sake, I'll get on to the other side of the story.

I mentioned in a chapter near the beginning that MAFIA was not an organization. However, have you probably caught on that in just the previous chapter Yoruichi said "The Organization owes me big for this." Or it went something like that. IT WAS NOT A MISTAKE. I just wanted to show you that the "mafia" I presented to you were not actually part of the same "organization" as Urahara Kisuke is involved in. Hitsugaya Toushiro was basically raised in the middle of the game. Although those participating in the game may all seem like to hate each other, they really love each other as family. Their house is a one story paradise. They have the house divided in half for a girl's quarter and a man's quarter. (Notice how I don't use the world boy!) What I mean by a porch, is a very expensive and large wooden platform that has lounge chairs, umbrellas, and all those stuff only rich people would own. They only have one large bathroom, though, with a clear shower-room. That's why Renji was accused of "peeping" at Lisa.

Now, we're at the part when Rukia desperately doesn't want to be a burden to her friends. Ichigo, Orihime, Ishida, Chad, Tatsuki, yes..even Keigo …they all would help her, but she's not to speak a word of it to anyone. Not that she could even if she wanted to, given the circumstances of her sudden capture. Just what could I, the author, possibly make happen next? Continue reading to find out!

The ground was covered in layers of soft, beautiful snow. The skies were covered in a vivid swirl of calm clouds. It was very chilly outside, and made the large house a bit cold as well. Even though the heater was set to be turned on, it seemed that the temperature in that certain boy's room never seemed much different than the weather outside. It could have been that way because of the window that was always open. The large room had a bed and a closet. Toushiro really didn't care about how it looked, so he never spent his savings on decorations. Well, that's the setting of this chapter. A boring room with an opened window and a boy sleeping peacefully in the center of his bed may not be that big of a deal, but what would happen if something, let's see, if a beautiful woman entered the house through the window? Wait, did I mention that this window wasn't all the way opened, because that would be stupid: even for a blood-thristy mafia. Also, it isn't that wide either. Just keep these details in mind as you read the following dialogue.

"BOSS!~" the bubbly woman called as she thrust her head through the window. Her glasses slid off of her nose as her perfect blonde hair waved as a result of her sudden action. "Good morning! I don't have work today~! Is everyone ready to play?" She laughed loudly, not letting the dreary atmosphere of the room get her down. Her tight black miniskirt and white blouse really did make her seem like a working woman. For those of you who do not know, she is Miss Rangiku Matsumoto; the teacher of various subjects at Fuji Highschool.

A very large pillow flung across the room with perfect aim. It hit her delicate face with superb accuracy. The annoyed male growled and said, "No. One. Wants to play." He had awoken, and was sitting up on his bed. As irritated as he was, he decided it wasn't adult-like to be this flustered at such moments. Everyone had a noisy woman barging through his window every once in awhile, right? Taking deep breaths, he scratched the back of his hair and yawned loudly.

Rangiku flailed and whimpered complaints with one arm inside the house and another outside with the rest of her body. "Boss! That was totally inappropriate! Why do you always have to be such a downer? Jeez! Kid's are so violent these days!"

Closing his eyes, he decided to tune out her voice. 'Ignore her, Ignore her. Ignore-'

"AAAHHHHH.~ Boss!" she suddenly called ceasing her meaningless talk for a brief moment.

He glared at the woman, who was acting ten years younger than she was suppose to, suspiciously. What could it possibly be now? Really, wasn't waking him up before 2 P.M. enough? "What is it, Matsumoto?"

She used her only available hand and pointed to her breasts that were hanging over the window sill. "My boobs are stuck!" Apparently, readers, it was not.

Was that disturbing to the young mafia? Yes. Was he going to do something about the problem? Well, it's not like he had a choice. So then, he grumbled, "Alright. I'll go outside and help you." With that said and done, Toushiro got off his bed and walked towards the door.

"Ehh? In that outfit?" Rangiku asked as she tilted her head. She was referring to the black t-shirt and gray training pants he was wearing.

He didn't know what was wrong with it. "Why not? It's just my pajamas."

"But still.." she began as she thought about it for a moment. "Oh, well, you're too shy to strip in front of me, right, Boss?" she joked with a wink.

"Hell, yeah, I am!" he barked back. She really did worry about the stupidest things. The sooner he got her out of his window, the sooner he could go back to sleep. Maybe he should even install a laser that kept people away from his area of the house. But then again, Hitsugaya Toushiro did not like to depend on technology. "Tah-kah, you're so hopeless."

"Hai, hai, oh great Boss! Please hurry and help me~!" she said as he closed the door. ". . . he wouldn't leave me. Right?" she began to think. "Naaaah, my Boss is way too nice to do that! Why am I worrying? Oh! My phone is ringing!" Her round eyes studied the Caller ID carefully. 'Principle Ukitake Joushiro...?'

Toushiro's room is located all the way at the end of the corridor of the men's quarters. Once passing by the other resident's rooms, he will be at the large living room that three steps of stairs leading towards the dining room. It was a rare thing for him to ever make it to the scheduled lunch time, and that was what he thought was going on when he saw everyone gathered around in the living room. How they could be so lively, he never could figure out. However, this fine Saturday, lunch was actually postponed.

"So you expect her to be one of us now?" came the gruff and agitated voice of who Toushiro knew belonged to the hot-headed redhead, Abarai Renji. "Well, that's just bullshit. You can't bring a fuckin' rookie and expect us to just all get along!"

The happy-go-lucky attitude of the merchant Kisuke did nothing to settle the tense mood that could be sensed from all the way where Toushiro was standing. "Oh~! Calm down, Puppy."

"Don't call me PUPPY!" he shouted, ready to fight if he had to.

Fanning himself, the man dressed in the green kimono sighed. "But you know~ complaining to me about it won't do anything. This came from the head himself."

"What's going on?" Toushiro inquired as he tilted his head.

"Shiro-Chan," a young brunette began. She wore a dark maroon dress with a white apron over it, which answered his suspicion about lunch. "Ano, it seems that we have a new member of our family!"

"I see," he began as he closely examined her face. She was sleeping on the couch, but that complexion was one he could never forget. He definitely looked surprised, although you would need to be one with a lot of perspective to notice.

"Her name, everyone," Kisuke began as he was presenting his finest and most wonderful project, "Is-"

"RUUUUUUUUUKIA!" called a familiar voice that was just introduced in the beginning of this passage. Holding her latest version smart phone in her hands, she charged through the entrance that no one thought of locking after allowing passage of the merchant/ambassador/double-agent/total sadist of a man. Rangiku frowned and was, oh so close, to kicking Urahara Kisuke where it hurt the most.

"Rangiku-San?" Kira blinked. "When did you get back?"

"Hey, Booby-Lady, how do yah know this girl, Eh?" Hiyori asked crossing her arms. She wasn't all that excited, could you tell?

"She's my student! And I want answers, and I mean now!" she huffed.

"I'll answer you~!" Kisuke and Shinji, the perverts of the house, answered simultaneously.

"Wow." The rest of the family blinked at the buffoons.

"The Head made us kidnap her!" Kisuke laughed. "And so, we did, and we brought her here! And she is suppose to become one of you now!"

Shinji wasn't about to let him have all the credit. "And, you know, if we can't teach her, we have orders to kill her."

Several people, no names mentioned, found that thought to be horrifyingly disgusting. The rest saw it as customary.

"Ah~ but first thing is first! She'll need to agree to this first!" Kisuke said with a delighted laugh. "This project is one that was set up directly by the Head," he said as he got more serious. "And we all know how few those kinds are."

Rangiku was forced to hold her tongue. There were consequences for going against the real Head. Sure, she called Toushiro Boss, but that was only to tease him at how serious he always was. The real leader, the real master-mind, was one she could not even dare to object to silently.

"And we're the ones who have to test it for him? Why doesn't he get the trainers from Italy to do it?" Renji asked.

Toushiro's eyes widened as certain unwanted memories came to his mind. Trainers. The time he spent with those hell-forsaken demons were years he wished he could just forget. But, wouldn't that be such a waste of experience?

"No, that's not necessary," Toushiro objected. "I think it'll be kind of fun."

"Heeeeeeh?" Renji gaped, not believing what he just heard.

Kira and Hinamori exchanged glances with a soft smile. It was settled then.

"With this new member will come more missions, just know that," Kensei imputed as he seriously glanced at everyone. He loathed the lazy atmosphere that was growing in on the place. He, too, thought that aiding another mafia wouldn't be so bad. Sharing his experience made him feel like he was back in Italy fighting with the Boss by his side. However, a decade or two back, something went horribly wrong with his Boss. That was the start of this horrid system of MAFIA.

"Boo~! Kensei just ruined the whole mood!" Mashiro pouted.

"Be quiet," he rolled his eyes. Really, could his partner ever be more annoying? Right then, let me explain what partners are. Each member has partner to fight together win. They win or lose together. If you couldn't already tell, Kira is with Renji. Lisa is with Hinamori. Kensei and Mashiro, Hiyori and Shinji, oh, by the way, this is not a list of pairings.

"You guys better be right about this one," Renji groaned as he scratched the back of his bandana. "Oh, she's waking up."

Slowly blinking and coming to, Kuchiki Rukia started to awaken. Now, this was definitely odd. There were so many people around her. The temperature was nice and cozy. The sofa was so comfortable, hey, maybe this wasn't so odd after all. She was back . . . home. She muttered something and turned to get into a more comfortable position.

"HEY." Renji shouted as he got closer to her face. What a let-down, for her to fall asleep like that all over again.

'Wait, that woman! I was abducted! It all makes sense now!' she immediately thought after reflecting on what had happened the past couple of days. A hard, strong fist that was not one would ever imagine could come from such a petite and cute girl slammed itself at the side of the red-head's face.

"OOPH," was his reaction as he fell back on the coffee table, knocking it down.

Rukia, more startled than ever, stood up on the couch and pointed to them all. Her eyes twirling from one person, to the next, to the next, caused her to get dizzy as she could not analyze the situation in her head. "W-Who, W-What, Wh-Where?"

"MAFIA," Toushiro replied.

"Any more questions?" Kisuke smiled.