WARNING: This story is a pointless! Its plot is purely accidental and sugar induced. This story was meant to battle my writers block and amuse me. Flightless Bird said she found it amusing too and said I should post it and that's why its here. Is there stuff that could offend you? There could be, I didn't really check. I do know that there is mention of Yaoi, but beyond that I haven't any idea what taboo subjects, if any, I have included. If you choose to read go ahead, but you've been warned.

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Yumichika was in a bad mood, he was certain the air on the airplane was bad for his complexion. If he broke out after God knows how many years of being dead then Hitsugaya was going to pay, maybe he'd shave off all of that spiky white hair. The idea of destroying the child-like captain's hair brought him little comfort next to the peril that is beautiful skin was facing. Thankfully they had been put in first class; it might have been very ugly otherwise.

Next to Yumichika Ikkaku was sulking. His fool mood had nothing to with his skin condition however. No they wouldn't let him bring any weapons on the plane. What was a fighting man without a weapon? It was shameful, it was degrading, it was... Did Renji have his hair stuck in an air vent?

Indeed Renji Abarai, the proud vice-captain of 6th Division, had his rather long red hair caught in the little spinning fan of the overhead air vent. But he was too busy smacking his seat partner Ichigo, who was laughing at his predicament, to do much to fix his hair.

Captian Hitsugaya noticed the number of female flight attendants rushing to aid Renji. Well he would notice anything that got the attendants away from him, or more specifically Matsumoto. After fighting with the attendants over her attire she had produced a sweatshirt from somewhere.

The bulky unflattering sweatshirt had only served to make her surly. In Captian Hitsugaya's opinion, and probably most of the flight attendants' by now, a surly Matsumoto was about as much fun to with travel with as Captian Byakuya without a hairbrush.

Of all the shinigami riding on the airplane only Rukia seemed to be enjoying the ride. She and Orihime sat giggling at the antics of their traveling companions. Plus she found the little snack items they passed out infinitely amusing.

She might have been the only shinigami enjoying the ride, but to say that she was the only one of their small party having a good time would have been a lie. Kon had managed to get himself flopped on the floor and was rather enjoying the flight attendants as the hurried back in forth in their lovely little skirts.

So what had convinced this group to take a trip that only three of them were even close to enjoying? Why did anyone do anything anymore? Aizen's arrancar, specifically the Espada, were moving. The Soul Society had recently received information that the Espada were having a convention in Las Vegas. Why Las Vegas? Well the only somewhat buyable explanation was that Aizen had let Ichimaru choose the location. Needless to say Kon had been thrilled to come along.

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The shinigami weren't the only ones have a less then enjoyable trip. Ulquiorra was miserable. There were indeed Espada in Las Vegas, they were indeed at a convention, but Ichimaru had not chosen the location. In fact it had taken the threat of bodily harm from Aizen-sama to get him to leave Hueco Mundo at all and for the first time in his unmasked life Ulquiorra had wholeheartedly sided with the man.

Ulquiorra glared, and glared hard, at the oddly dressed girls that stood giggling just a little ways off. For the life of him he couldn't figure out why they had shiny metal headbands tied to their heads, or why one of them had pink hair. Ulquiorra had been sure that only Szayel Aporro had enough self disregard to go out in public with pink hair.

Ulquiorra had never wished harm to Aizen-sama, but then he had never agreed with Ichimaru either. Now, however, as he watched the girls shuffle closer to him, pushing the pinked haired freak out in front, he wished Aizen-sama would drop dead. What sort of horrid punishment was an anime convention? What had he done to deserve it? And what was "anime" anyway?