Disclaimer: I don't any part of Bleach. Though I wish I did.
Kurosaki Ichigo dusted off fluff from his jeans as he got up from the sofa. Kuchiki Rukia, the little raven-haired shingami slid open the closet door, holding a book that she'd read the day before.
"Hey, Ichigo!"
"Yeah?"
Rukia waved the book. "I have an idea! Let's hold a party and invite some shinigami over here!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right, whatever." He walked towards to the door.
"HEY!!! DON'T IGNORE MY IDEAS, YOU ASS!!!" Rukia hurled the book at Ichigo's head. It was a direct hit. "Ack!!" Ichigo cried. He grabbed the book and attempted to throw it back at Rukia. It hit the wall and bounced back, whacking him in the head another time.
What an idiot, Rukia thought. She jumped out of the closet. "So? What do ya say? Parties sound fun, and we can stay up getting drunk!"
"Ok, ok! But you're the one who'll be doing it, yeah?" Ichigo glared at her.
"Yeah, yeah," Rukia waved her hand airily. "I'll call them now."
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This is my first fanfic, so it's kind of pretty lame. Reviews, pls and ty.