The small taicho found himself coming in and out of sleep, a gurgling sound coming from his throat accompanied by a bubbly feeling. The headphones were on his head from when he fell asleep and his thumb was in the book marking the page he left off on. He heard Rangiku come into the room but wasn't able to shake himself awake.

She carefully reached down and removed the headphones and CD player. She then removed the book and covered him with a blanket. A cold hand touched his forehead before she spoke up. "Perhaps you should stay in bed today taicho."

When Toshiro finally woke up he found himself a tad warmer then he wanted to be. His head hurt slightly and his uniform was wrinkled from having fallen asleep in it. He let out a deep breath and noticed that Rangiku had been in his room like he thought checking up on him, as his book and CD player were put on the stand next to his bed.

He picked up the book and tucked it under his pillow. He then changed into a fresh uniform and stood up. He found himself heading through the door, not realizing that his step was a bit off. Glancing up, he noted that it was around midday and he headed towards the forth division instead of the office. His mind drifted to what Momo had told him the day before.

Toshiro arrived at Gin's room, but remained in the doorway looking in. The man was yet again sitting in the window watching something outside. There were a few minutes of silence when the man suddenly spoke up. "I know you're there Shiro-chan."

"Have you eaten lunch yet?" The boy stepped into the room, swallowing as he did so.

The silver haired man glanced up, the soft smile on his face suddenly turning into a frown when he saw how pale Toshiro looked. "Shiro-chan, come here."

The small taicho made no effort to move. The man let out a sigh and waved his hand in a sharp, jerky manner indicating that he should come over to see him. The child moved over, frowning. When he was standing next to the man, Gin placed a hand behind the boy's head to prevent him from moving and touched his forehead to Toshiro's.

Gin then let out a deep sigh. "Just as I though, you have a fever. Get yourself back to bed kiddo. You can visit me tomorrow just as easily."

"But I haven't gotten your gift yet." Toshiro felt a dizzy spell hit him and he felt himself nearly fall. His eyes were directed at the ground, but he found himself suddenly seeing the man stiffen.

"You... you figured out I was the person giving you the gifts?" The man's voice strained a bit.

"I..." Two bright teal eyes glanced at the ground. The small taicho found himself swallowing.

"Nee... Shiro-chan... can you look me in the face and tell me what is going on?" The man let out a deep sigh.

"Is what Hinamori said..." Toshiro felt his mouth snapping shut, his mind suddenly panicking. He could hear Hyorinmaru telling him not to panic, but the fever was getting the best of him.

Gin let out a sigh and leaned against the window frame. "So... you found out from Momo-chan rather then figuring it out for yourself."

The small taicho's eyes snapped up. "So she was right in saying it is a game you planned out!"

"Excuse me?" The man raised an eyebrow, giving the small taicho a bemused look.

"I hate you! I hate you! I really hate you!" Toshiro felt his mouth tremble as well as his own body. "I don't like being teased about things! Not to mention I really thought... I really thought someone was doing all of this because they cared... because they..."

After the small boy stopped speaking, a bony hand reached out and grabbed Toshiro's chin and forced the boy to look him in the eye. "Go... back... to... bed. You can open today's package tomorrow."

The small taicho found himself suddenly chocking back his words in an attempt to not yell at he man. He found himself storming out of the room. When he reached the door, he spun around on his heals. "I hate you! I really hate you!"

He then headed back to his quarters in the tenth division and collapsed onto his bed. His headache had gotten worse and one small hand reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. His entire body was now aching. Normally he could control his emotions when he was in pain, but the fever caused him to sob for a few minutes while burying his face into his wrists. "I hate being sick."