Remember where we left off last time? When Pei left the Bleach world and gave it a black, glossy, notebook? And we wouldn't tell you what was written on it? Well, now we will.

By the way, there are many psychotic freaks in Bleach, we do not own them (though we could do with more slaves), nor to we claim that they will not use the black glossy notebook to kill random people that you fan girl over. You have been warned.

Anyways, the person closest to where the notebook was dropped picked it up. The person happened to be Gin. Opening his eyes by a slit to read, he held it at a 50 degree angle in front of his face. That, dear readers, takes skill. Still grinning, he searched himself for a pen, just to test it out. After all, it was probably a fraud. Then, all of a sudden, a yell ran out from behind him. Suddenly, Gin remembered that he was still surrounded by the furious Gotei 13. Smiling nervously, he summoned a calligraphy brush from nowhere and wrote in a nearly intelligible handwriting;

Genryusai-Shigekuni Yamamoto

Still smiling, Gin counted the seconds. One-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, and so on. When he reached forty, he cast an anxious glance at the old man bearing an unfortunate resemblance towards an egg. He didn't die. But how? Maybe he'd counted wrong…no. It couldn't have. Unless…THE DAMN OLD GEEZER WAS ALREADY DEAD! So that made him and all other Shinigami immune. That made the notebook practically useless. Damn, Gin thought. Across from him, the Gotei 13 remained where they were, staring platonically. Gin sighed. He was screwed.

Later…

"I pronounce this meeting in order!" Yamamoto grumbled in a very…guttural low C. (A/N: Geez Pie, that was all you could compare it with?-Demon Pixie) (A/N: Shut the fuck up you fucking faggot! Like I give a fucking shit what you fucking think!-Pie)

The Captains all stood up a little straighter as the black notebook crossed their vision. On it read 'Death Note'. Wow. You people had no idea what was coming. Well, actually, we got a comment saying that he black notebook was obviously Death Note. We think it was from Itachi'sPurpleChakra. Anyways…

"Does anyone here know how this works?" the old man asked. All the assembled Cretins…er, Captains stared, befuddled. It appeared that no one in the room had read Death Note. Which we totally do not recommend, it's really good, our fav after Bleach. Seriously, what's not to like? It's bloody, gory, filled with death (ahem, check title of the Manga if you were shocked) and is run by a psychopath that dies anyways in the end. Wait, we're off topic again. We're getting off topic a lot lately…

When the man with an overly long beard tied with a ribbon-a ribbon, dammit-but had no freaking hair noticed that no one knew what the mysterious black notebook was, he sighed. It seemed that there was no choice but to ask Pei to visit.

A loud boom filled the room, along with too much red smoke. Apparently, our dear author's love for dramatics had increased.

"You called?" Pei asked, smirking. (A/N: When am I not smirking?) (A/N: When you eat ice cream. Which is weird, cause you can still smirk while eating anything else-Demon-Pixie) A sigh echoed across the room. Oh great. The demon was back.