Title: Rented Love

Summary: Toushirou Hitsugaya is Japan's wealthiest CEO of the Hitsugaya foundation, and is often dubbed as "Number One". What will happen when Number One "rents" Number Two as a girlfriend to please his Grandmother, believing that she is just another poor girl?

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Bleach Whatsoever.

Chapter Two

Matsumoto smirked.

It wasn't quite hard to find her, really. (Her height really didn't help though.)

She only had to follow the longing in the men's eyes at the lust-laced bar, and ta-da!

There she was.

Standing at an amusing height of 5'2", she wore daring, black stilettoes that were at least three inches. She was still short though. She had adorned a glittery black Armani Exchange dress, though, this girl knew her policies well. Her dress wasn't too short, and no cleavage was seen. Either that, or she didn't have one.

Lush, midnight black locks shaped her face; a milky pale face adorned with two large, unblinking violet-hued orbs that were laced with dark, long eyelashes; a small button nose; and a pink-tinted pouty mouth.

Matsumoto could see why she attracted the guys to the point that they would kill someone to have her.

Number Two's beauty was no joke.

Matsumoto slowly walked towards Number Two, not unlike a predator slowly circling its prey. Her heels clicked on the floor in a steady, rhythmic pace, a calming contrast against the blaring music in the background. She grinned seductively at any man daring to glance in her direction.

Number Two, having long sensed that someone was on to her, turned around and gave Matsumoto a slight smile as she neared.

"To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you in person, Ms. Rangiku Matsumoto?" she asked in a melodic voice that could've put any person into a trance, man or woman. Her hypnotic gaze never left the taller woman, who was wondering how she knew her whole name.

'This girl's good,' thought Matsumoto, loving the challenge that Number Two had laid out for her.

"You can thank Number One," slurred the strawberry blonde, content as she watched the younger woman fall into her well-planned trap.

Her honey-covered smile wavered and became forced. "... As I expected from Number One's secretary. What can I do for you?" she asked innocently, suspicion radiating from her very body.

"Oh, nothing much..." Matsumoto suddenly said, feigning disinterest at the topic. On the inside though, she was jumping up and down gleefully. Number Two had fallen for her trap!

And she wasn't about to escape anytime soon.

"Oh, but I'm sure there's something," Number Two urged on, her voice thin.

Rangiku continued to peer at her perfectly manicured nails, clucking when she saw the little chip on her fourth finger. "Oh, it's nothing really. Just that Number One... Needs a girl."

Number Two's mouth opened slightly in suprise, but closed it right away. "Are you implying that...?"

Matsumoto felt a grin tug at her lips, but she held it in. "Yes. I want you to pretend to be his girlfriend."

"What's in it for me?" Number Two asked suspiciously, eyeing the secretary with caution. Matsumoto chose to ignore the evil eye she was currently given.

"I won't start with money. Everyone knows that Number Two is a billionaire. So, how about just being in on the fun?" the strawberry blonde purred.

"The fun, huh? I like that," smiled the petite girl. "I'm in."

'Got her.'

"But, in order to hide your identity, you'll be pretending to be a poor girl. That's all I require from you. The rest is up to you and your acting," Matsumoto informed Number Two while they quickly swapped phone numbers.

"A challenge, huh? Guess this means I'll have to go home and change. When should I meet up with you?" the petite billionaire asked, paying the bartender graciously for the drink she had ordered.

"How about in two hours?"

"Perfect," Number Two said as she started to leave.

"Wait, what's your name?" Rangiku nearly shouted over the music.

"Rukia Kuchiki," the girl replied without turning back.

'Rukia Kuchiki, huh? The fun's about to start,' Matsumoto thought to herself as she swayed out of the bar, catching many guys checking her out on the way.

"Mr. Hitsugaya!" The white-haired male in question raised his eyebrows slightly, annoyed with his secretary's vivacious nature.

"What is it?" he inquired, his fingers already pinching the two sides of the bridge of his nose. Her "energetic" and boisterous voice gave him a headache.

"I found you a girlfriend!" Hitsugaya raised a thin eyebrow at this and chose to ignore the mindless grin on the older woman's face.

"Tell me you didn't find her in a dark alley so that I can reassured somewhat with your capabilities."

"I didn't find her in a dark alley," parroted Matsumoto as she tried to copy the emotionless tone of her boss. "But, but, she's a real catch! Just wait until you see her!"

"I can't wait," Hitsugaya replied sarcastically, mentally rolling his eyes.

A/N: I know, shoot me, this is the shortest thing I've ever written in my whole life.
I most likely won't be updating this story... Ever. Maybe. Probably. Sorry guys.