Mind Reader
Disclaimer – I do not own Bleach. If I did Byakuya would have his shirt off a lot more often.
This story takes place right after the Soul Society Arc, in that nice peaceful period before the Bount Arc.
Toshiro glanced at the alarm clock, and then cursed silently at the ungodly hour. Damn Rangiku. He could hear her shouting about something or other from the couch she had passed out on. Surely there was a limit to how drunk one person could get. Groggily he stumbled out of bed, wholly concentrating on dragging her into a cupboard and locking her there. Walking into his office he expected to see her running around, waving her arms in a frenzy whilst yelling at an imaginary person. However he found her curled up on the sofa, a serene look on her face – but that couldn't be right. After all he could still hear her drunken voice ranting. As he got closer his vision started to fade, being replaced with static, but he continued to push through. Slowly images started forming, namely a completely naked Lieutenant Kira wearing bunny ears and chasing what appeared to be a golden egg.
Withdrawing in horror, Toshiro pinched himself to check he wasn't dreaming. Before he had the chance to panic he remembered that several hours earlier he had taken medicine from Kurotsuchi, which he claimed to be 'a cure for the common cold'. Toshiro had been plagued by annoying sneezing fits and coughs for weeks, and after being told there was nothing to be done by Unohana, had turned to the infamously insane captain of the 12th Division. Mayuri had been happy with the thought of a new research subject, and had offered Toshiro an experimental cure, along with warnings of possible symptoms. Seemed this must be one of them.
Tentatively, for fear of what he might see, Toshiro once again delved into what appeared to be Rangiku's subconsciousness. Thankfully Izuru was now wearing pants, and was standing next to – WHAT? Toshiro reared back in horror, for he had just witnessed him, Captain Hitsugaya, wearing a pink kitty costume (complete with ears and tail) singing I'm a little teapot, and holding a golden egg – What the hell was with the egg? He was about to reach for his zanpakutō, which was laying on his desk, before realizing it may be a bit unfair to kill an unconscious and unarmed woman. No, he would just have to wait for her to wake up. Sliding his zanpakutō into its sheath he slid back the door, preparing to set out across the Seireitei. His goal was to reach the 12th squad's barracks and question Mayuri on this most unlikely of symptoms – the ability to read thoughts.
Sorry, this is a pretty short chapter, but the next one will be longer, I promise. Please review, and any scenario's you want to see happen, any thoughts you want to see read, I will try to include them.