Hello everyone.. Its Anti-Emo here with something new for you guys. Something thats been in my head for a while, and I know if I don't write about it, it'll never leave. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Please do your best to look past my obvious deficiencies at writing when sending a review. I'm working on it. Keep in mind that I am male, so I don't write as smart as you girls do.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Bleach related. Nothing at all...

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It's one hot summers day at the Kurosaki house, and two super-bored are left lounging in Ichigo's room while he is out doing something only the main protagonist of a manga series can do.

"I'm bored!" Rukia rolled around on Ichigo's bed, destroying the perfectly made covers.

"Shut up.. I'm trying to sleep Rukia!" Renji cried out pathetically from his position on the floor.

Rukia turned towards the window, trying to catch something of interest.

A car passed by. So did some kid on a bike. Then another, more shiny looking car.

"Hmmm... Renji, I think I have a solution to our problems!"

Renji sat up tiredly.

"Don't you mean your problem? I'm just fine lying here on the flo-"

Renji was cut off as Rukia jumped off the bed and onto Renji. The red haired shinigami sputtered indignantly.

"What the hell Rukia?!"

The smaller soul reaper stared into his eyes for dramatic effect. Suddenly, her normally large eyes became lazier, and she gazed at him seductively. Is this really happening? Renji thought.

Rukia leaned until there were mere inches between their faces. If this is her solution then I like it!

"Lets... Go... DRIVING!" Rukia shouted into his face.

Renji sighed. I thought so..

"Thats a stupid idea.. Why drive when we can shunpo ourselves anywhere faster?"

Rukia ignored him and grabbed him by his ponytail, dragging him to the window. Rukia slammed his face up against it, and forced him to look outside.

"Look." She commanded. Renji peered out of the glass, and saw a large truck drive by. "They are something we don't have in Soul Society. Think of this as an.." She paused thinking. "Information gathering mission! We could score some points with the 12th division, and maybe you could earn some respect with Nii-sama! This could revolutionize Soul Society!" Really, she just wanted to try something new.

Renji had to admit, those were all pretty good reasons. And those cars do look awfully fun

"Well, alright. One problem though, idiot," Renji grabbed Rukia in a headlock. "Where do we get a car? And a license?"

Rukia escaped and managed to force Renji's head into the pillows of Ichigo's bed.

"Fool! I always think of everything!" Rukia proclaimed confidently.

"We will head to the DMV, get a license, and then borrow Sado's car! I know he has one.."

"To the DMV!" Rukia and Renji broke through Ichigo's window, and out onto the street.

Several seconds later Ichigo walked in, with his omnipresent scowl.

"Oi, I'm back! What did you guys do while I was gone?" Ichigo noticed the broken window, and the fact that neither of the offenders were still in the room.

"Dammit!"

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It was only a few hours before Rukia found her self in the driving portion of the exam. She noticed her instructor looked like a no nonsense guy. Stuffy white collared shirt, pocket protector, glasses, and a terrible comb-over. This may be harder then I thought

She looked back to Renji, who wore a stupid baboon-like grin on his face, and gave her the thumbs up.

You can do this, you can do this! You've faced harder challenges then some driving test! Just don't mess up and you'll do f--

"Miss Kuchiki, it looks like you forgot to fill out a part of your form. How old are you exactly?" The instructor inquired while patiently tapping his pen on the clipboard.

"Oh, I'm one hundred and fif-" Renji immediately lunged forward and slapped his huge hand over Rukia's face.

"She's 22" Renji replied for her, with a bit of edge in his voice. The instructor looked confused for a second, then shrugged it off, and wrote it down.

Rukia turned back with a glare sending a telepathic "What the Hell you tard?!" Then she realized, that humans don't typically live as long as shinigami.

She huffed and turned back to the road, while Renji returned to his lazy slouch in the back seat.

"Alright, now lets proceed" The man began. "My name is Akira, I'll be your driving instructor for today."

Rukia stiffened in her seat. She was just barely tall enough to reach the pedals, and the mirrors weren't adjusted for someone of her height.

"Please, start the car" Akira's voice echoed throughout her ear, as if someone told her something of such great importance, that any wrong move would destroy all she cared about.

"Mmm" was all Rukia could reply with.

Akira looked at her with growing impatience. It was bad enough he had to work on a Saturday, but now he has to work with someone who is mentally challenged? He cleared his throat loudly.

Rukia slowly turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

"Now--" Akira began.

Rukia screamed, and put the car into drive faster then he could realize what was happening.

The car lurched forward and plunged through the windowed DMV building, destroying all the desks and injuring dozens of people before hitting a support pillar in the middle of the structure. Needless to say, the car was wrecked.

Akira turned with face redder then a hollow's cero.

"Umm do I pass?" Rukia asked with the sweetest grin she could muster.

The man looked infuriated. "You most certainly do not!" He screeched.

He stepped out of the car, pushing aside a corpse of one of Rukia's victims with disgust.

Not a second later, Rukia was heard bawling in the drivers seat, her head slumped over the driving wheel. Renji patted her back soothingly, before turning and giving a death glare at Akira, who turned once he heard the crying.

Renji left Rukia for a second, and kicked open the back door. Said fuku-taicho then turned to Akira, and began stomping toward him making what's left of the building quake and shudder.

"Uhhh.. Is there a p-p-problem?" The instructor was about to shit bricks at the look on the tattooed mans face.

Renji grabbed Akira, and pushed him against a broken pillar. "I think that she did a great job. Don't you?"

"B-B-But she destroyed the car, the building, the people, everything!" Akira exclaimed. "There was no way she passed."

"Well, I think she did just fine" Renji motioned to Rukia. "All you did was ask her to start the car, and so she did." Renji's choke hold on the Akira grew firmer. "I'd say she passed."

Akira slumped down, defeated. He didn't even have the oxygen to reason with him anyway. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a drivers license. "Here.. just, just take it!"

Renji's face changed from one of blind fury, to a look of gratitude. He dropped the abused man, and dusted off his pocket-protector.

"Thank you Akira."

Said man fainted a second later after being released.

The petite soul reaper happily glomped her brutal friend, and all was as it should be.

Rukia leaned in and whispered "It's time for phase two."

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Sado "Chad" Yasutora slammed his front room door shut. Band practice was getting harder and harder each day, and with his oafish friend Itsuki bitching about snacks the whole time, he really just felt like relaxing the rest of the day.

Chad set his guitar down on the couch, and plopped his humongous form down on his easy chair. No later then 5 seconds after turning on the TV, the door bell rang.

Chad's calm demeanor broke. "God dammit Itsuki GTFO!" Chad stormed to the door and thrust it open, ready to demolish his friend.

He was greeted by the surprised and slightly frightened faces of Renji and Rukia.

"Uhhh..." Renji began, "Did you just use an Internet acronym in real life?"

The taller man looked at the door's threshold, as if it was going to give him a way out of this conversation.

"No" was his silent reply. "How can I help you, Abarai-kun, Kuchiki-san?" Sado's calm and polite demeanor returned to him.

Rukia violently shoved Renji into some thorn bushes conveniently placed to the left of Chad's door.

"We know you got a car for your 15th birthday, and while you may not be old enough to drive it, we are!" Rukia proudly pushed her newly acquired drivers license into his face. "So can we borrow it?!"

The large eyed girl gave him the sweetest look any death god could possibly give. Chad simply shrugged, uncaring, and tossed her the keys. Which by the way, he was also conveniently holding.

The Yasutora household sure is a convenient place. Uh huh.

Renji crawled out of the bushes, muttering something about "Ungrateful bitches"

Two hours later, the duo made there way to the nearest gas station using there newly acquired vehicle, which Rukia affectionately named "The Chappy Mobile" which was already covered in stickers of the fluffy white mascot.

There were no survivors, with the exception of Renji and Rukia.

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And that my friends, is how Renji and Rukia first learned about driving in the real world.

Next time: It's your choice people! You choose what the two investigate next about the modern world. Send it in a review!

If you don't, I'll either pick one myself, or simply lose motivation, and discontinue the story. It hangs in the balance.