A.N.: Hiya everyone! Well, this is THE first fanfiction I've ever submitted! Sorry it's so SHORT! It's only about two pages, but I PROMISE: the rest will be much longer. I've been told that I am a pretty good writer, but I honestly think that I could do better. But that's up to you guys, of course! I've also been told that I am a pretty funny person as well, but, again, that's to the reader's discretion! Well, I guess I'll just end my rant now (I SO EXCITED THAT THIS IS THE FIRST THING I EVER SUBMITTED!). Anyway, read on!

Oh! Also, I DO NOT own 'Bleach'. Ya hear that, Tite Kubo?! DO NOT OWN! If I did, Toushiro would be chained up in my basement by now.

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…"Guh. What time is it?" I groggily mumbled to myself. I tossed in my bed again, while, unsurprisingly, I made the discovery that I was enveloped in my blanket. Apparently, I performed a mummy burial on myself during my sleep again. So, like one of those fancy Chinese boxes, I had to try to figure out how to get myself out without using any blunt objects. "Argh." I mumbled through my blanket as I started to squirm around, as if waking up encased in your blanket is an average, normal, everyday thing. "Grah!" I started to get mad. I know it's normal for people to do weird things in their sleep, but on a daily basis?! "RAWR!!!" I yelled, and finally boiled past my temper, which was not very far from my normal state of mind. I squirmed profusely, stretching my arms and legs out, and thinking and doing every which way to get myself out of this predicament. I probably looked like a giant, white, fat, spaz-happy worm.

"GAH!!! FREEDOM!!" I yelled in victory as I threw the blanket off and sat up in my bed. Then, I squinted my eyes from suddenly being exposed to light, since I slept for a good 8 hours.

The sunlight streamed in through the window of my small bedroom in my two-room living quarters. It's the only thing that Shinigami (1) in the lower seats are allowed. I glanced at the clock, which read 7:00 a.m. There was a careful breeze that was slightly ruffling my curtains. As I was enjoying this scene of tranquility, something that doesn't come very often in the Soul Society, a Jigoku-Chou (2) fluttered quietly through the window. I stretched out my hand and laid out my finger for the Jigoku-Chou to land on.

"Megumi Shikara is to report to Yamamoto-Sou-Taichou (3) as soon as possible. Good day!"

"I got it. Thanks." I responded, and slightly flicked my finger and watched it flutter away, as quietly as it came. Then, an overwhelming sense of guilt, fear, curiosity—but mostly fear— came over me that Yamamoto-Sou-Taichou wanted to speak to me. A chill ran up and down my back. Especially since it was before working hours even started. Out of everyone you could anger, he was one of the people that you didn't want putting you on his hit-list. I had never made him mad personally, but I had heard rumors. "Crap! This is bad! Why does the Sou-Taichou want me to report to him so early?! I am screwed!" I thought hopelessly, as I got off of my bed, walked around it to the window, and closed the curtains to make sure that no one was peeking while I was getting dressed. I slipped off my pajamas so I could put on my Shihakusho (4).

When I put myself together I went to the mirror to make sure I looked good. I figured the more presentable I look; the more the Sou-Taichou would let up on any punishment I was going to get. The only finishing touch was the Asauchi (5) I was assigned. Since I was an 8th Seat, I didn't have my own Zanpaku-To (6).

Confident that I looked presentable enough, I strode out the door with as much confidence I could muster, despite the fact that there was an earthquake equaling more than a 9.5 on the Richter Scale (7) happening on my hands. I was walking for about 10 minutes through the living quarters of the Seireitei, and all was quiet. Everyone was probably still getting ready for working hours to start.

"Shimatta (8)! I hope this isn't about that gigantic ink spill the other day!" I whispered to myself, while placing my hands on my cheeks. And it was at that moment that all the confidence I had built up over the past ten minutes went OUT THE WINDOW. I then became a babbling puddle of hopelessness. "Man oh man! What's he gonna DO?! That ink spill was an accident! I guess I'd better learn the name of every Shinigami, and how to shuffle and deliver mail, since that's the job I'm gonna be demoted to! I might have spilt ink on the paperwork of nearly every Division, and not confess, but it was an accident! Renji surprised me! It's HIS fault! Maybe if I confessed earlier, instead of trying to hide it, I wouldn't have been in as much trouble as I'm going to be. That giant ink spill really set back Soul Society, but…but...but…" I stopped freaking out when I realized where I was. IN FRONT OF YAMAMOTO-SOU-TAICHOU'S OFFICE. "CRAP." I said as I knocked on the door, and my response was Yamamoto-Sou-Taichou's voice himself reply, "Come in." He didn't sound happy, but he didn't sound mad either. "Uhh…Sou-Taichou?"

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A.N.: …Well, what'd you think? I just got a rough start, and I hope that all of you who read this, plan to stick with me in the long run, as this is most likely going to be a very long story, since I am known for writing a lot when I have the right amount of inspiration. Just look at my profile. And for those of you who like a lot of ranting and detail, there will surely be a lot of that here!

Anyway, reviews WILL be appreciated, and ARE appreciated. I will go into more detail in later chapters, and I am predicting (puts fingers to head to activate psychic powers)…that you guys will be absorbed into the story as it goes on! I promise it gets better! OKAY! NOW I am done with my rant. Good day, thank you for reading, and please review, as reviews will most definitely make my writing better. But not if it's gonna be really mean, and have AB-SO-LUTELY nothing productive to contribute at all. Also, I hope that the title is changeable, because I'm not too sure about the title…

Oh yeah! For the little numbers throughout this short little chapter, the words that come before them may need translating/explaining. So, 1. 'Shinigami' means 'death god', 2. Jigoku-chou means 'hell butterfly' which are those little things that give people messages, and/or teleportation uses (I think), 3. 'Sou-Taichou' means 'Captain-Commander', 4. 'Shihakusho' I don't think it has a direct meaning, but it's the name of the uniform that all Shinigami wear, 5. 'Asauchi' doesn't have a direct meaning either, but it's what the nameless Zanpaku-To are called that are given to lower seats in a Division, 6. 'Zanpaku-To 'means something along the lines of'soul-cutter and we all know what they're for, 7. This is probably unknown, but the 'Richter Scale' is what measures the level of an earthquake, and 8. 'Shimatta!' means 'Damn it!' in Japanese. I'm trying to put this in the dialogue of Japanese, since I REALLY don't like the English version. Except for Johnny Yung Bosch, who ROCKS! Well, this little note took up a little more space than I wanted it to. So, again, thanks for reading, and please review! Bye! (waves, then bows)