In the school class room, Uryuu sat staring at the camera, his hands in the air, a sock puppet on each. "Umm... Orihime?"

"Yes?" came the voice nearby the camera.

"You do remember that I am a Quincy, right?" came the question.

"Yes!" the female teenager chimed in.

"You do remember that Quincy and Shingami are enemies, right?" Uryuu commented.

"Yeah, so?" the girl stated.

"Then you should know that I should not be helping," the young man stated.

"It's just a video... plus, Toshiro is your friend too," Orihime piped up again.

"Look... let's say you weren't a Quincy..." Matsumoto chimed in, worry in her voice.

"I wouldn't have gotten to meet Hitsugaya Toshiro, end of story," Ishida pushed up his glasses menacingly.

"That's not nice..." Orhime pouted.

"I promised my father." Uryuu stated.

Matsumoto's voice flared out. "Come on. Taicho never ever wanted to be a shingami. Oops."

"What?" came the other female's surprise.

"What did you mean by that?" the young man let his glasses slide down, so his eyes were better seen.

"I..." Rangiku paused. "Taicho's only told a select few."

"Orhime... you'll forget what Rangiku-san and I are going to discuss, right?" Uryuu stated, glancing to the side.

"Huh... I'm confused," Inoue sighed. There was some incoherent muttering.

"She's in her own little world. What did you mean by that? You can't edit the video, so your taicho is going to find out you spilled that info," Uryuu stated, leaning forward.

Rangiku leaned forward, and began to whisper. "Taicho, when he was a child, before he entered the academy, was adamant that he would never go. He didn't want to leave his grandmother by herself, when Hinamori left."

"But then, why did he?" the Quincy pestered.

"His reiatsu was killing his granny. He had no choice. Then, one thing after the other, he had no choice, but simply accepted it the best he could," Matsumoto leaned back, her voice returning to normal. "That's it."

"I guess I can see this as a loop hole," Uryuu commented. "I think he's in the same boat as me. What do you define as a friend? With Kurosaki, it's easy. Anyone who isn't out to kill him, or his friends, is his friend. Me..." A short pause came. "I have to get to know them, learn to trust them. I'll help others out, but it is because of the Quincy code, just like a lot of what Hitsugaya Taicho does, is because of his code as a Shingami."

" I don't think..." Rangiku glanced at the ceiling. "I guess your right."

"Yet, he likes to find loop holes," the Quincy smiled. "He's trying to find ways to make friends, in his own way. He doesn't even realize it, nor does he realize that they are already there, until he understands that the trust is there, and firm."

"You're supposed to say what you like about taicho, not... psy... psy..." Matsumoto paused.

"Psychoanalyze." Again, the eyeglasses were pushed up. "He'll get what I'm doing. As for what I like about him, it's that he's a rather complex person."

"Ehh... I really don't get everything that you're saying. I just hope taicho does," Rangiku sighed.

"Huh?" Inoue piped up. "We're finished again?"