Read this note before going on, it's important.

(A/N): This story is basically based around the males' (occasionally females') problem with BLEACH fangirls/boys, rampaging about who should be with who. It's a story, but it'll progress into kind of like an interview kind of thing (you'll get what I mean). I will allow ANY questions to be asked. Just tell me: WHO the question is addressed to and WHAT the question is. I will do my best to make it so the characters will answer in a way that is fair (I will try my best to not add my own selfish emotions to it). Note that I am a firm believer in the manga (it is the original script), I do watch the anime, but not so much the fillers, so if it's to one of the characters in a filler, just tell what episodes I should look into, and I will try my best. There are some stuff that I added and tweeked (age mostly) along the way just to make it seem more...comidic?

Also there is a forum I created for discussions bout this issue too.

OKAY, onto the story.

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite. I only own the plot that's going on.


Part 1: News

21 year old Kurosaki Ichigo was having a problem. It made his head hurt, and at that moment, he felt like he wanted to punch the daylights out of the people who decided to even bring these topics up. Like who had the time of day to be doing this?

Now, from our perspective, readers and writer, we don't really know what's going on in poor Ichigo's mind. So let me take you all back an hour from now.


1 hour before…

After a day of school, killing hollows, more Shinigami Kaichou duties, PLUS acting and doing some damn photoshoot for his boss, Kubo Tite, our carrot-top just wanted to go home and have a nice, quiet nap. His body was sore and he swore that if he had to kill another hollow or do another scene or photoshoot right now, he'd blow a gasket. Rukia had other things to tend to, so she told him that she'd be going back to Soul Society and would meet him tomorrow at the studio. So back home he went.

When he got to the Kurosaki residence, he found the front door open. Just as he was about to walk in, Kurosaki Isshin came flying out the entrance and across the street into the neighbor's yard causing the poor old lady to drop her hose and run into her house with a frantic scream. The cause of this was the black haired tomboy standing at the kitchen counter, one hand holding an apple, while an athletic foot was raised in a kicking stance. Kurosaki Karin paid no mind to her wailing father as she kept her view on her laptop and munched away at her apple. She only turned when she acknowledge her brother's presence with a small tip of her chin.

She was 16 now and they had a mutual understanding, both weren't very social except with their small group of friends, but they loved each other and looked out for one another, especially their sister. Returning her gesture, Ichigo began to make his way upstairs, lugging his backpack with him.

"Welcome back Ichi-nii." At the top of the stairs with a basket of laundry in her arms and a smiling face, was Kurosaki Yuzu. She was the balance for her sister's roughness, the more feminine one. While Karin had black hair and kept it up and wore more street-like clothes, Yuzu let her hair down and wore dresses more often. She was also the mom figure in the family. After their mother died, she took over the house work and took care of everyone, without her, who knew where the family would be right now.

Letting a small smile slip onto his usual gruff face, Ichigo went up the stairs and took the basket from his sister's arms, much to her protest.

"Hey, why aren't you asking Karin to help you?" He asked, balancing the basket between his arm and hip, while ruffling up Yuzu's hair gently with the other.

Yuzu giggled, but playfully slapped her brother's hand away. "You know, girls don't like it when you touch their hair. And as for Karin, she's busy with school work and she has to leave for work in a few minutes."

He chuckled softly before gesturing to the laundry basket. "Where do you want these?"

"You can just put them in my room and I'll fold them after I'm done putting the other pile of clothes into the washer." Yuzu replied, before heading back into the noisy laundry room.

Ichigo nodded before making his way to his sisters' room. Nudging the door open with his foot, the smell grass and perfume rushed into his nose. Even after 16 years it was still the same; Karin's half of the room was decorated with soccer posters and equipment and occasionally some rock band posters, themed with black and dark red, while Yuzu's was more baby yellow themed and was a softer approach. Shaking his head and smiling a bit, Ichigo set down the basket, he headed to his room.

His was still the same as well; from the bed to the closet to the desk, it was all the same. Boring, but neat. Rukia didn't seem to mind or complain about his "style" when she stayed over, so he didn't do much change. His father had tried to put a poster of some Playboy thing in his room, but Ichigo ended up burning it and prohibited his insane father from entering his room again. Absently tossing his backpack onto the chair, he crawled onto his bed, not even bothering to take off his socks or jacket. He let out a sigh of relief as the pleasant feeling of his soft bed and tiredness began to engulf him, bringing him closer to his well deserved nap. Exhaustion came like a wave and soon he was slipping into-

"YAH! PICK UP THE PHONE! STRAWBERRY! PICK IT UP!"

There went his nap. Groaning in frustration, Ichigo reluctantly moved to his pockets and took out his irritable phone. He was about to snap at Rukia for calling him at such a time until he saw the caller ID on the screen. It was Toushiro.

"That's weird…" he mumbled before answering. "What is it, Toushiro? I was about to take a nap."

"It's Hitsugaya-taichou and this is urgent," came the icy, yet panicked reply.

"Is it another hollow? Or wait, did Rangiku-san blow up something again?" Ichigo joked.

"No, it's the fan girls."

That pretty much said everything, but that still didn't explain why it was so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow or at least after his nap. It's not like this was the first time the male Shinigamis including himself got rampaged by crazy fan girls.

"What is it this time?" he asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"They're starting to argue and fight online and everywhere else about who we should be with." Toushiro paused. "As in girlfriends, Kurosaki, some are even getting as far as attacking the girls."

Ichigo ran a hand through his hair before dragging it over his face. "I'm sure the women can handle it-"

"Your sister is one of the victims." Now that was a problem

"WHAT?" He shouted. That made the carrot-top sit straight up and as though timing couldn't be better, Karin came running into his room and shutting the hurriedly behind her; she looked like she just ran a marathon. The black jacket she always wore only had one arm through one of its sleeves, while the backpack hung loosely on her elbow. Basically, the disheveled hair and panicked look said everything.

Ichigo looked over to his sister, still holding the phone, forgetting that Toushiro was still there. "What happened!" he yelled.

Taking a few breaths before answering, Karin pointed out the window, eyes wide. "There're billions of them! I swore they were gonna kill me!"

He looked out and sure enough, a good sea of fan girls was crowded at the Kurosaki Clinic. Some held signs with HITSUHINA or HITSUKARIN written on them and they were all arguing with each other. Heck, one girl even pounced another girl.

Before he could really comprehend the reason why his sister and the white haired captain were involved with each other, he saw something else that caught his attention.

In the distance, were two other groups of fan girls, the only difference, was the fact that HE, Kurosaki Ichigo, was the main victim.

Unable to even think anymore, he spoke into the phone monotonously. "Toushiro…we're doomed."


So. I haven't been writing for quite a while now (two years maybe xD?) due to a VERY long artist's block. Not writer's block, artist's block, as in I couldn't compose, paint, draw, write, design ANYTHING for the past two years. I don't even know why, but I'm pretty sure it's due to the fact that I've had no sort of inspiration. The only thing relating to art these days for me, was/has been photography, and I'm actually get very addicted to it...Anywho.

Reason why I'm suddenly writing this story was because today, I was just reading and zoning for some fanfic to read, and I came across this forum on HitsuKarin and HitsuHina, and it struck me how there's always been so much commotion about which girl the boys in BLEACH should date. I've actually been very interested and wanted to write something about it, but I put it off due to, again, artist's block and school *sigh*. But now (even though I'm starting school in two weeks), I'm gonna actually set my mind to this, plus I have a new story coming up; it's AU and original, but I'll occasionally put some BLEACH characters here and there (I'll post it on dA). For those who have read 'Promising Me', it is discontinued and I'm thinking of just deleting it too.

Remember to ask questions, at the end of chapter 5, the top 3 people who ask the most questions will have a chapter dedicated to them and they will be in it. The more the better, reviews are always welcome, plus it gives me (AND MANY AUTHORS!) the motivation to update fast.

Read, Enjoy, Review, Questions.

-AnuHit