The small taicho of the tenth division woke up and saw a small shimmer of light coming through the crack in the door. His body didn't feel like moving as his mind focused in on the conversation he and Momo had the day before. "That was the first time since the Aizen incident that she spoke to me. Why did it have to end up like this?"

"Aren't you going to get up young master?" The dragon hummed in his ear. "Aren't you looking forward to whatever present your Secret Santa is going to give you today?"

"I wish whoever it is would do something about the situation between me and Momo." The small taicho let out a deep sigh before heaving his body up off the bed and getting dressed. "I should try and figure out what to do about the situation between Momo and me on my own. That said, I doubt Momo will come around again today. She's been avoiding me and she said the only reason she came yesterday was business."

He opened the door and headed to the office, his step coming heavy. Upon going through the door to his office, he found himself freezing in the doorway. "Hinamori? What are you doing here?"

The small female glanced up. Her eyes were calm compared to how they were yesterday, but Momo didn't at first make a move to say anything. And then when she did, it was that dreaded word. "Shiro-chan?"

"Would you please stop calling me that?" Letting out a deep sigh he headed over to his desk, flopping down in the chair in frustration. "If you don't have any business here you should just leave."

"Now that is rude!" Momo's fists suddenly clenched at her sides. "I wanted to see what this Secret Santa person gave you today!"

"It is none of your business Hinamori. I don't have time for this." Toshiro sat up, his teal eyes looking straight at her. "Why am I being this way? I've never tried standing up in the slightest to her before."

"I don't like the fact some stranger is giving you gifts!" The small female's voice chided.

"The person obviously knows me as all of the gifts have been spot on."

"Shiro-chan, haven't you ever heard of a stalker?"

Momo's comment caused Toshiro to freeze up for a few minutes. He then reached up without realizing to scratch his head. "Ukitake is helping the person, so I don't think so."

"Yet you can't confirm for certain." Momo's words snapped out.

The boy folded his arms across his chest. "I can take care of myself."

"No you can't."

"What did you say?" Toshiro felt one of his eyebrow's suddenly twitch. "Did you just tell me I can't take care of myself? I've been in quite a few fights before Hinamori."

Ukitake managed to stick his head in through the door at that point in time. "Good morning Shiro-chan, Momo-chan!"

The girl's cheeks suddenly puffed up in irritation. "How come he gets to call you Shiro-chan and I don't."

Without noticing that his words were slipping out, Toshiro spoke up rather truthfully. "Because we're both Shiro-chans."

"What?" Momo blinked a couple of times, frowning at the small taicho.

"We both have white hair and Shiro in our names. It is like an inside joke between the two of us." Ukitake smiled at the small female. "Plus, there is also a major age gap between the two of us."

Momo turned around and glared at the small taicho. "There is an age gap between the two of us you know."

Toshiro felt the corner of his mouth suddenly twitch, until Ukitake held out the package for the day wrapped in a shiny gold paper. His teal eyes lit up and he began to unwrap the package. A bit of confusion spread on his face, seeing a variety of pencils. A note though was attached and he found himself reading the small note out loud.

"What is a sketchpad unless you have something to draw in it with. The last time I checked, you've never used drawing pencils before. Each pencil's lead is a bit different and will give you different shading quality." The boy frowned, before looking up at Momo.

"Why are you looking at me like I've got something on my face?" The small female puffed her cheeks out.

"Are you the Secret Santa Hinamori? You're the only person I know of who does art work and would know this kind of information." Toshiro asked, his eyes wide and a bit hopeful.

"As if! I can't believe you would think I would want to speak to you of all people after what happened." Momo turned around and quickly stormed out of the room. "Who would want anything to do with a spoiled brat like you!"

"That wasn't very nice." Ukitake looked at the ceiling. "You know... Momo isn't the only person you know who does art work Shiro-chan."

"Yes she is." The boy suddenly glanced to the side. "That's one of the reasons I don't like her pressuring me on my drawing. I like keeping it to myself. I'm actually surprised someone knows about it, but I honestly don't think this person is a stalker.

"While Momo is the only person you know that you know does art work, you've also got to take into consideration that there are people you know that you don't know do art work but in fact do." Ukitake smiled. "I'll let you get to work."

"Uh-huh..."