Toshiro woke up on the fifth of December in a rather good mood. While Ukitake had told him the day before that he wasn't the Secret Santa, he found himself unable to be sure if this was the truth. He wouldn't put it past Ukitake to tell a white lie for a good reason. Still, he found himself not wanting to try and find out who the person was at this point. Perhaps it had to do with the fact he couldn't think of many people.

Upon arriving in the office, he found that Matsumoto was nowhere in site, but he pretty much expected her to not have shown up, as she hat a penchant of avoiding the work. However, as his small footsteps hit the wooden floor, he ran his hand over his empty desk. Glancing over at Rangiku's, it was also empty, meaning she kept up her end of the bargain the day before.

Instead of working in the offices, he headed out to the different areas of the tenth division, inspecting different places and watching the shinigami work. After a couple of hours, he headed back to the office to find only a few papers on his desk. As he was working on them, Ukitake made an appearance and placed a box on the desk. "Since I was found to be the deliver, I decided to just drop off the packages."

"Thank you." Two teal eyes suddenly brightened, reaching out for the small paper gift box and he cracked it open.

"I'm rather glad you are having a good time with this." The older taicho smiled at the youth. A small had removed the stuffing and then dumped the wooden object out. It was a top, and Toshiro maneuvered the object in his hand, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't know you liked tops."

"I was always good at spinning tops. Nobody in the village was able to beat me." The boy frowned at that point. "It was really the only thing I ever got to do with the other children." Hitsugaya then looked up at Jushiro. "You didn't know that I liked tops?"

"I told you I'm not the Secret Santa." Ukitake shook his head, finding great mirth as the boy glanced at the letter.

"Thought you would like this."The words came out loud, and then Toshiro glanced up. "The person who is my Secret Santa must be someone very close who knows me... but I can't see Momo doing something like this. She's still... not speaking to me."

"Still? If you want, I can try talking to her about this behavior of hers." The older male frowned, concerned that the two siblings were having such problems.

"I'd like to try and take care of the problems between her and me by myself." Toshiro stood up, and then he headed to the door. "I'll be taking my leave. I am going to find Matsumoto in order to thank her for actually doing her work today."

M

Finding Matsumoto Rangiku was only easy when the she happened to be in her quarters. By the time Hitsugaya got the information that she was at the forth division visiting Ichimaru Gin, it was in the afternoon. What he didn't understand, was if she was so angry with the man, why she would spend so much time near him.

His small feet took him to where one of the forth division members had told him the silver haired man was located. The child kept his reiatsu in check, a smirk on his face as he thought about sneaking up on the woman and startling her, if she wasn't watching the door way. For some reason, the whole Secret Santa business was putting him in a good mood.

As he turned around the corner of the doorway, he saw Rangiku sitting in a chair, watching the window area. In that area, Ichimaru Gin was sitting, looking out the window as if nothing was going on. As Toshiro stepped into the room, the woman decided to speak up again. "Gin, I've asked you before, I want to know why you're doing all this."

This caused Toshiro to frown, as his foot suddenly went and squeaked on the floor, causing Rangiku to glance up, her eyes filled with shock. The silver haired man glanced up, his pale teal eyes turning to look at the small taicho. The man's mouth twisted up into a smirk, one that was different from what he usually did. "I don't think I am obligated to tell you why, Ran-chan."

The female's face paled, and then she got up and walked over to the small child. "Taicho, what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you. I wanted to thank you for finishing the paperwork like you promised yesterday." The boy glanced around the woman, to see that Ichimaru was still looking straight at him. "You haven't been discharged from the forth division?"

"My injuries have healed, but Unohana Taicho is worried about my mental stability." Gin suddenly turned his whole body so that he was looking at the two standing there.

"Matsumoto wouldn't happen to be mad at you because you went with Aizen?" The boy' question came quick, only to receive a quick no from both.

"Ichimaru is... he's been..." Rangiku paused, looking at the male.

The man let out a sigh. "The forty-six has pardoned me, because I played double spy."

"Then you're mad at him for putting his life in danger?" Toshiro's face twisted up in confusion.

"No..." The female decided to change the subject then. "Taicho... have you gotten your Secret Santa gift today?"

A small hand suddenly reached into the sleeve of his robe, while Gin lifted an eyebrow. The boy held the top in his hand. "Who ever has been doing this knows me pretty well, but the only people I can think of who know me well enough and would care enough to do something like this is you, Matsumoto, and Ukitake. However... both of you have said it isn't you."

"Can I see what you got?" Ichimaru piped up. Toshiro walked over, not noticing the frustrated look on Rangiku's face and let the man hold the top in his hand. "Ehh... are you going to go find someone to play a game with?"

"I don't have time to play tops anymore." The boy let out a deep sigh. "And even if I did.. this one is going isn't going to be used. Who ever got it, spent quite a bit of time picking it out. There is a nice feeling to the object, something familiar about it." There came a sudden frown. "Of course, the person could have made it, rather then buying it. I think I actually prefer that."

"Apparently Taicho has been preferring the used gifts and the things that doesn't cost much money." Rangiku's tone was dark. "Taicho... I really need to talk to Gin about something."

A deep sigh was let out. "Fine. But Matsumoto... if he doesn't want to talk, he'll not talk to you. You should know that by now."