Kyoraku Taicho lay on the floor with his hat over his head and a bottle of sake next to him. He suddenly heard a rather irritated sound and he pushed his hat up to see Nanao glaring at him with her clipboard. "Ukitake Taicho is here to see you."

"Oh... why don't you come on over." The eighth division taicho waved him over and Ukitake sat down near his friend.

"You're aware about the fact Ichimaru Gin has been playing Secret Santa for Hitsugaya Taicho?" The man asked, frowning as he did so.

"I've been aware as long as you have. Unohana didn't have a problem with it so I didn't see a reason to worry." The man pushed his hat down. "Yet I take it something is worrying you?"

"Why wouldn't he be worried about this? Ichimaru Gin is not known for making friends with people. The only one has been Matsumoto Rangiku and even that wasn't a very good relationship." The woman glared at her taicho but he choose to ignore the woman.

"Yesterdays present was an album of pictures of Hitsugaya Taicho that I believe Gin took before he left. I don't think the taicho of the tenth was aware that pictures were being taken of him and he doesn't seem to have noticed that these pictures were taken without his knowledge. Even if he did realize they were taken without his knowledge I don't think he understands the implications."

"So you're basically saying that man's been stalking Rangiku's small taicho?" Nanao's voice suddenly strained.

Kyoraku let out a deep sigh. "Now, now... Ichimaru stalked everyone. He could possibly have pictures of everyone of us."

"So you're just going to let this creepy behavior slide?" The woman snapped her words out.

Kyoraku titled his hat up. "I guess I should have a word with him."

"When Rangiku hears..."

"Don't tell her. She's likely to say something to Shiro-chan. He's already been sick because of Hinamori Momo stressing him out. I'd like to solve this without him getting wind that something might be wrong." The man gave her a weak smile.

"Plus..." Kyoraku stood up. "It is only right to give the man a chance. Keep in mind Unohana and Yamamtto Taicho are well aware of what is going on and they wouldn't have approved this whole Secret Santa business if they had our concerns. Which means they know more then we do."

The two taicho headed to the forth division and they found Ichimaru sitting on the bed reading a book from his personal collection. The one he had given Toshiro was on the stand next to him. He glanced up when he saw the two enter the room. "Ukitake, Kyoraku... I see you've come to visit. I know why Ukitake Taicho's come to visit, but I haven't had a visit from you yet."

Kyoraku simply went and set in the window and tilted his hat down. "I'm going to ask if you have any ill intentions towards the small taicho."

Ichimaru closed his book and set it down. "If I had my way he won't come to any harm."

"But you aren't sure that he won't get hurt?" Ukitake shook his head in disbelief.

"I believe there were concerns at one point about how he would feel once he found out I was his Secret Santa. It's kind of like that, but not something I can go into."

Kyoraku tilted up his hat and looked right at the younger silver haired man. "So... you don't trust us with whatever it is you're hiding from us? The fact you have a bunch of pictures of the kiddo that are taken without him knowing is a bit... worrisome."

"I followed lots of people." Ichimaru spoke up. "The reason I stalked him wasn't for any bad reason."

"Ouch. Gin, you really shouldn't admit that you were stalking someone." Th eighth division taicho tilted his hat down, letting out a deep sigh.

"I would feel more comfortable if you explained to me what is going on." Ukitake frowned at the silver haired man.

"Not yet. I promise you that you'll know why I'm doing this in a bit of time. You'll actually know before Ran and Shiro-chan actually." Gin pulled out a package before going back to reading his book.

"You mean Rangiku doesn't know yet?" Kyoraku shook his head in disbelief. "Do you really think it is a good idea to wait until the last moment to tell her?"

"She might forbid me from telling him. Actually, there is a high chance she won't believe what I tell her. There is a high chance she'll want to kill me many times over."

"You are a glutton for punishment." The eighth division taicho let out a sigh.

"Not to mention no matter what we say is going to cause you to change your mind." Ukitake then found himself headed towards the tenth division. Kyoraku changed the subject, but they soon came to the room. He found the small taicho sketching in his sketchbook. "Have you tried your watercolors yet?"

"So far I'm not doing well with them. It all turned to mud." The boy glanced up. His eyes went wide upon seeing Kyoraku taicho and he hopped off the side of his bed and ducked down slightly so the man wouldn't noticed that he wasn't dressed.

"Nah... its alright Hitsugaya Taicho. I'm rather intruding upon your personal quarters."

Ukitake handed the package over to the small taicho and he tore the package open to reveal another photo album. "Another?"

"This one is different." Toshiro stated without opening it.

"How do you know?" Kyoraku let out a sudden laugh.

"Because the previous album were all pictures from my captain's ceremony to right before Gin left, these pictures are going to be from before that time. " The small taicho opened the album and then turned it around and pointed at a picture. "See, this one is from when I was a student at the academy."

Ukitake leaned forward, blinking a couple of times. "You're right."

"Seems Hitsugaya Taicho knows or understands something we don't get." Kyoraku reached up to scratch his head. "Do you mind telling us?"

An excited look came to the bright teal eyes only for Toshiro to clamp his mouth shut and frown instead. He shook his head. "It's still just wishful thinking on my part. You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Rangiku wouldn't either and she would throw a fit."

"But you can tell us it isn't anything bad, right?"

"Don't worry. It's actually something very good."

Both of the older taicho suddenly found themselves looking at each other in confusion.