"Oh, by the way," Rukia remarked idly, turning a page of her magazine, "I hear the Shinigami Women's Association are trying to take more pictures of Nii-sama again. Apparently they're desperate for money."
"Really?" Renji said, fascinated. "Wonder if they'll actually get any this time round."
There was an ominous drawn-out grumble of distant thunder.
The rumbling got nearer and nearer, increasing in both tempo and volume.
Sake cups clattered in their saucers.
A horde of screaming women stampeded past, pursued by a merciless cloud of pink cherry blossom petals.
Rukia snorted. "Definitely not."
Oh gosh. Words cannot express my sorrow and embarrassment at my lack of stories on this site since, um, February. Cringe. Many apologies to all my readers, and I know this little drabble found in an old notebook in no way makes up for my abstinence! Well... I'm so busy with school and applying to university, I don't know how soon you'll hear from me again. But I love you all from the bottom of my cold stone heart =3
~Featherz