Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. Uh-huh.

Thank you to the person who told me about my misspelling of Kenpachi! I've gone back and changed it all now. I would have replied to your review, but I've only figured out how to do that NOW, so it seemed a bit late. -sweatdrops- Thanks anyway!

For some reason, I found this chapter really hard to write. (Which is why it took so long to update) The words just wouldn't come...

Well I hope you enjoy anyway!

All 1000 years of hollow-fighting experience hadn’t prepared Yumichika enough for this.

“PRETTY BOY! PRETTY BOY! I’VE FOUND YOU PRETTY BOY!”

Ah crud.

And off he was again, fleeing for his life through the streets of Seireitei. Playing tag with Yachiru was probably one of the most traumatic experiences he’d been through since joining the Eleventh Division.

“PRETTY BOOOOY! COME BACK!”

Remind me never to do this again!

But as soon as these words flashed across his mind, he found himself slowing to a halt.

Of course… I really WILL never do this again…

Suddenly, the world seemed very still.

“GOTCHA!”

In an explosion of colours and lights, he found himself being tackled to the ground by what seemed like a round, pink puffball.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy? Did you get tired?”

He blinked stupidly.

Act normal!

“No! I mean – yes! I’m – exhausted right now! Yes! Absolutely exhausted!” He gabbled, feeling his stomach plummet several inches as she gave him an odd look.

“Tired? Already?”

ARG!

“Yes!” He tried and failed to push her off him. “Vice-Captain has greatly improved her speed since – since – before!”

She stared at him.

“Before?”

“Yes! Before!” He gasped, fervently praying someone would come to his rescue.

And for once in his life, his prayers were answered.

“An unseemly sight, Vice-Captain Kusajishi - Fifth-Seat Yumichika.”

Staring up at the towering figure of Byakuya Kuchiki, the poor man felt the remnants of his sanity slowly disintegrate.

He leapt to his feet and choked: “This - this isn’t what it looks like, Captain Kuchiki!”

He gave them a stern look. (Or at least, it looked like a stern look. You could never quite tell with people like Captain Kuchiki; perhaps he was just bored.)

“Vice-Captain Kusajishi,” he began, looking directly at the little girl sitting on the floor. “I believe the Eleventh Division has a progress report due tomorrow.”

Yachiru thought carefully about this.

“We do? I didn’t know that.”

Ayasegawa groaned inwardly. Where's the Captain when you need him?! Oh yeah - he was smart enough not to get caught.

Byakuya’s eyebrows shot upwards. Yumichika considered running for cover.

“I expect you should be working on it today then, instead of wasting your time doing…” his eyes strayed over the cowering Soul Reaper, “unseemly things.”

But doesn’t he KNOW?

“W-wait a minute Captain-” he started, but found his voice dying to a squeak as the stately figure held up a hand.

“However,”

However…?

“Following Captain Jushirou’s latest attack of tuberculosis, the Sixth Division has just been weigh laid with all of the Thirteenth Division’s paperwork.”

He paused, giving them all another one of his stern/bored looks.

“Therefore, I will not have the time to review the Eleventh Division’s report. It will be due this Friday instead.”

Yachiru was gazing up at him, her mouth forming a little 'o' as she grappled with this concept.

“So… that gives me… five days to do it?”

“Six.”

Yumichika felt his stomach back flip several times. Could it possibly be…

Captain Kuchiki has a heart after all?

“THANK YOU! BYA-CHAN!”

‘Bya-chan’s’ eye twitched slightly, as he found his lower half engulphed in a bright, pink hug. He allowed this ‘unseemly’ display of affection to continue for several moments, before prising her arms off him, one after the other.

If Yumichika thought this was unusual, he was about to receive the shock of his life.

Captain Kuchiki was presenting the Vice-Captain with a dumpling.

He choked, blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again.

Yes, with eyes dignify-ably closed, Byakuya Kuchiki was pushing a large dumpling into the vice-captain’s mouth.

Vaguely, he wondered why it wasn’t raining cats yet.

Leaving Yachiru to munch happily on her second breakfast, (with a reminder that she had a vice-captain meeting in 15 minutes), the captain strode away, as dignified and elegant as he had come. He left only a few words:

“Have fun.”

Ugh... this chapter was an epic fail in my opinion. It felt really... sluggish. And it sort of fell apart towards the end. Or maybe that's just because I'm suffering from lack of sleep. Either way, I'd love to know what YOU thought! So please review! Bya-chan will give you a dumpling!

(...No I am not making the Bleach characters give out food for reviews)

I'll revise this if you guys thought it was bad by the way! It wasn't as sad as the other ones... I think. Oh well, I'm saving the sadness for later. Thanks for reading!