I updated again in less than a month! YAY! Special thanks to Phantom Claire, who gave me my first review in a language other than English, which is pretty much the reason you're all getting this so soon. (Ah, remember the early days when I updated daily?)

OH! And I nearly forgot to mention that No characters introduced in this chapter Belong to me; including Mizuko Sora.

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"Attention everyone!" A feminine voice rose above the small room, crowded with women. "We're about to start!"

As they organized themselves into the seats, The black haired woman began to speak again.

" Our first order of business is our annual fundraiser." She said, pushing up her black glasses.

"Any ideas?"

"The calender from last year sold very well." Said Rangiku, sitting to the black haired woman's right. "Maybe we should do something like that again, Nanao-san?"

"That's a possibility."

"Maybe a photo book?" Kiyone Suggested. "It could feature the winners from our New Years Popularity Polls."

"And, luck for us, the first place winner is in Soul Society now!" Her sister, Isane, added. She looked over at Kuchiki Rukia, who was sitting a few feet away. "Er, if that's okay with you..."

She tilted her head, letting her black hair flop to the side. " Why wouldn't it be?"

"Umm, err, never mind.." The others looked at the violet eyed girl like she was crazy. How could anyone be that oblivious of their own feelings? Honestly, the only people who didn't see it were probably her, Ichigo and Renji (although most people assumed that Renji was just in denial). Or maybe they were just stubborn. But who could possibly be so devoted to not falling first that they would allow people to practically stalk the other person?

"A-Anyway..." Nanao spoke up, after a long silence that seemed to have been making Rukia rather uncomfortable, trying to steer the meeting back onto a relevant topic. "The official Shinigami will be easy, but Kurasaki-san poses a bit of a challenge. After all, most of us are high ranking officers or vice-captains."

At that moment, as if on cue, a scrawny looking girl with long dark brown hair stumbled through the door.

"Um, hello. Is this the Shinigami Woman's Association?"

"Yes, it is." Rangiku blinked. "And who are you?"

"Um, my name is Mizuko Sora." She bowed awkwardly as she introduced herself. "It's nice to meet you."

"Mizuko-San.."

"I'm sorry for intruding, please let me join the SWA!" She blurted out. The current members stared at her for a moment. They rarely accepted new members, and only after a unanimous vote to invite them. Actually, now that they thought about it, the club was very exclusive.

"Um, I'm sorry, but-" Hinamori started.

"Hold on," Said Matsumoto, cut her off. " You're still a student at the academy, aren't you?"

Sora's looked at the floor, suddenly growing ashamed of the uniform she had previously been so proud of. She was from district 79 North, on of the poorest districts in Rukongai. When she learned that she had reiatsu her mother had begged her to become as shinigami and leave the slums of Kusajishi. So she did. She promised her to do her best, join the SWA so she could have an influence, and never go back there again. When she got her uniform, her mother cried tears of joy as she danced around the small, one room shack they called home. And now it embarrassed her.

" Yes, but-"

"Do you have any classes with Kurosaki Ichigo?"

She looked up. "I have a couple, but-" she stopped when she noticed the wicked smile spread across the Vice captain's face. "Yes, I do."

"I think this might be your lucky day.."

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An hour later, Kuchiki Rukia walked the halls of Kuchiki manor alone.

Is it really alright? Sode No Shirayuki asked in her suddenly, as the echo of the other SWA members disappeared.

What?

She sighed. You can't possibly be okay sharing him.

Don't be stupid. She muttered through her mind. He's not mine to share.

Her zanpakuto gave an undignified snort. Rukia, you seem to forget that I am part of your soul. I can see all your thoughts and emotions. Don't try to hide things from me.

I'm not!

Then why did you get so flustered?

Rukia sighed.

The entire meeting echoed in her mind.

"Why don't you have a seat, Mizuko-chan?" Matsumoto said, grinning.

"Um, alright.." But as she sat down she let out a yelp as her head was pulled backward. She mumbled and apology as she swept her overly long hair out from under her.

"Why would you have hair that stupidly long?" Soi Fon, who had only recently cut her own hair, asked.

Sora flushed, looking down out her hands, placed politely on her lap. "Um, I've never really gotten around to cutting it."

Rangiku slapped her on the back, causing her to jump. "Don't be so uptight! Have some tea!" She smiled, taking a seat herself. "You can join the SWA if you really want too!"

"R-really?" She leaned forward eagerly.

"Sure!" Said Yachiru, the president of the club, catching on. "And as an official member, you have to help with the fundraising!"

"O-okay! What do I do?"

"All you have to do is get some good photo's of Kurosaki Ichigo!"

Rukia frowned then. When the photo book was first proposed, she didn't have a problem with it since they weren't very likely to get many pictures of him, but this was different. Ichigo didn't deserve to be stalked every hour of the day.

And that girl, who didn't even know him, had no right to be taking pictures of him! It disgusted her to consider the fact of how easy it was for people to peep into the shower areas at the academy, and how eager this girl seemed to please. There was now doubt that she would go to such lengths, hell, that was probably what Matsumoto was telling her to do!

She had heard about how appealing people thought he was, all the people who found his scars attractive. He had gotten them fighting to protect his Nakama! To protect her! They had no right to see them!

Hinamori shivered. "Did it just get colder in here?"

"A little, I guess." Said Yachiru looking around, as if she expected to see snow.

Oops. She thought fixing the temperature. Of course Hinamori, with her fire type zanpakuto, would probably have been the only one to notice, she hadn't meant to release her reiatsu at all.

"So, do you think you can do it?" Matsumoto asked the guest.

She nodded vigorously. "I'll do my best!"

"Great!" Yachiru called. "Meeting adjourned!"

And everyone began to filter out.

Someone with a normal relationship wouldn't consider any part of body as her property. Sode No Shirayuki commented.

I don't! Rukia thought loudly. I just meant that he didn't get himself hurt for the benefit of random women!

Of course. Just you.

She turned red, although it was hard to tell if it was from fury or embarrassment. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!" She screamed out loud, scaring the two servants working down the hall, who rushed quickly away from the insane noble.

Oh dear, your talking to yourself is scaring people. The spirit said covering her smile with her sleeve.

...Shut up.

Rukia. Shesaid, finally taking a serious tone. You can lie to other people, and you can lie to yourself. But you can never lie to me.

She stopped walking and looked out the window. Outside, there was the garden that byakuya had always been her sister's favorite.

"What do I do, Sode No Shirayuki?"

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TADA! I always love the Zanpakuto chapters!

I actually thought up this story last year, which is probably why it took so long to write. Anyway, Please review, the 100th reviewer will get an early chapter! And My Taicho just saved just saved my, so thank her.