"If I had know... I would never have... I mean, I might still have..." The voice of Ise Nanao reached the small ears of the taicho of the tenth division as he came back from his break. He stepped into the room, to see his fukutaicho and the one belonging to the eighth division in a deep conversation.

"Are you all right, Ise?" The small taicho walked over to his desk, noticing that Ukitake had been there while he was gone, or one of his third seats had been there.

"I..." The female paused, glancing up at the male child. She turned her head back to Rangiku. "Are you sure you are all right with this going on?"

"As long as it doesn't effect taicho in a negative manner, I don't think I should put my foot down." Rangiku stated. She then glanced over at the child that was staring at her. "Don't worry about it, taicho. It isn't a big deal. At least, not at this point."

The boy shook his head, and then picked up the package. The object was wrapped in a white paper with candy canes. When he opened it up, he found a sketch pad in his hands. He blinked a couple of times, thinking that the pad was rather on the large side of things, not to mention the paper felt like it was of a good quality.

"What exactly do you need a drawing pad for? I thought you were just interested in ice sculptures." Nanao raised an eyebrow at the boy.

Two teal eyes glanced up at her in surprise. "I only did the ice sculptures because I was expected as a captain to turn an article into the newspaper. They aren't that good."

Ise's jaw dropped, but Rangiku simply shook her head, her lips pushed tightly together. She then turned her head to her small taicho. "I've finished up my work. I am going to go speak with Nanao some more about this so I don't bother you with the conversation. Do you need anything taicho?"

"No..." The boy picked up one of the papers on his desk, the only thing that needed to be done to sign the paper.

"I don't understand." Ise's whisper reached his ears despite the fact she hadn't intended him to hear. "His ice sculptures are beautiful."

Toshiro's head darted up in surprise, but the two women were already gone. He went back to what he was doing, when soft footsteps came towards him. "Shiro-chan?"

"I thought you weren't speaking to me, Hinamori." The boy glanced up at the girl.

"I had something to deliver. I didn't really want to come." The female stated, her tone rather dark.

"You could have sent another member of your division."

The small female's mouth opened, and then she shut it. Glancing at the desk, she found something to change the subject on. "What is the sketchpad for? I tried getting you into drawing for a long time."

"That? That was a gift from someone. Someone has been playing Secret Santa with me." The boy set his brush down. "It can't be Hinamori... I mean, she wouldn't use this kind of tactic with me."

"So you're still not interested in drawing, are you." Momo's voice was one tone.

"I'm not anywhere near as good as you." The boy stared at her, confused why she was even here.

"You aren't anywhere near as good as me?" The girl snapped the last few words out. "You're better then me at everything! I don't get why you can't just admit the fact that you are absolutely perfect. Unlike me, you can't do anything wrong, which is why people are still speaking to you."

"Hinamori, you're the one not speaking to people."

"I don't know what you're talking about." The girl glared at him. "I have other things to deliver. Good day."