A/N Yeah, this is my first attempt to fanfiction (please don't judge my spelling, I'm just a kid *puppy eyes*). Pretty short, but I'll write more chapters as soon as I find some inspiration under my carpet. Ideas, anyone?

Disclaimer: No, I don't own bleach, and not the diamondmines in africa either.

Ichigo Kurosaki had not slept very much. In fact, he had barely gotten any sleep at all. Therefore the orange-haired teen was NOT HAPPY with the loud knocking and muffled "Mr Kurosaki?" on the other side of his door. NOT AT ALL. But since he knew the next step in the let's-all-wake-up-ichigo-early-in-the-morning-ceremony would be much much worse, he decided he might as well get it overwith before things got from bad to... Rukia's drawingskills-bad, or Orihime's curry with blue beanpaste- and chocolatefudge porridge- sandwiches - bad (which is pretty much as bad as it gets).

The door opened and the teen hid himself under the covers to save his burning eyes from the evil light. The woman closed the door and stared at him with a serious look on her face.

"Mr. Kurosaki, Sir, you have to get up. Now!"

"Whuzzgoin'on? Keep it down, wouldya? Not so loud..."

"I am truly sorry sir, but we are running late. Breakfast it nearly over and you are to be ready in a little less than 4 hours."

The fifteenyearold groaned and wrapped the covers tighter around himself.

"Tell'em I'm busy. Too tired... and cut it with the 'sir' crap already"

His assistent sighed. "I already told the director about your and the others... condition, but I'm afraid he refused to honor my request of letting you take a day off. He said that 'due to an extremly tight and pressed schedule, I cannot allow any disturbance whatsoever during the production and making of the BLEACH series'... sir, are you listening?"

If the loud snoring wasn't a clear enought hint, I don't know what could be.

She poked him.

"Wha..? Why are you still here?"

"Mr. Kurosaki Ichigo, please forgive me, but the director told me himself that I had to get you up and ready using any means necessary. And I do believe that includes using 'them'..."

The brown eyes shot wide open.

"Wha... But.. you can't be serious? That's cheating!"

Both of them understood that "them" was one of many nicknames for "it", or "holy shit" och just simply "run for it!", aka the crazy mob of hysteric bleach fangirls.

"But sir, I'm afraid I have no other choice in the matter. The director said any eventual hangover could not be excused as he warned you both before and during last nights ingestion of drinks containing any form of alcohol that he would make no excuse whatsoever..."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. What time is it anyway?"

"5 am, which means you now have 10 minutes untill breakfast is finished, and you are to be ready to shoot in 3 hours and 37 minutes"

Ichigo groaned. 5 am? He'd been sleeping for 2 hours, for crying out loud! Can't a busy young actor get some rest?

"You have 2 minutes to get dressed. When that time has passed, I'm afraid I'll have no other choice but to bring 'it' and..."

"Okay! Enough already! I will! Just... don't call them... please?"

The cruel assistant nodded lightly, and an evil smile spread across her face.

"1 minute 46 seconds..."

A/N Oookayy... is that as bad as I think it is? Sure hope not...

Anyway, I have no idea how this works, so I'll just have to test and see if the milk gets sour.

Would REALLY appreciate it if you'd review, but since I know how annoying it is when people keep shoving it up your face I'll try not to ^^

Any ideas, tips or spoons are welcome. Anyone got a good name for that creepy-ass assistant?... yeah, I'll shut up.