A/N: Well fanfiction, it's been awhile. Gotta say, I missed it.

Anyway, one of my friends decided to do the 100 Theme Challenge for her drawings, and having looked at some of the prompts with her, ideas sort of started popping into my head. So I thought about doing it with Bleach because there are tons of character and pairings to choose from (meaning I wouldn't get bored of the same old characters every time) but doing all 100 themes would just take so long...

But I still have a bunch of one-shot ideas, so I decided to go ahead and publish them when I get the ideas or inspiration. So I have no idea how long this will be, but it'll just sort of be a bunch of Bleach one shots. Some'll be funny, serious, romantic, friendship-oriented, etc. They're one-shots, so they may be contradictory, or there may be references down the road. I don't know. It's the first chapter, gimme a break! I just thought people might enjoy the occasional Bleach one-shot.

The chapter titles will be the themes that inspired me for the most part, in case anyone's curious. That is both because people could find it interesting to know what theme I used, but really it's more because I am awful at coming up with titles. Seriously, I apologize for how God-awful I am at coming up with titles.

Lastly, I don't own Bleach, the characters, or anything. Just the plot I come up with.

Enjoy!

~T

Introduction

Karakura Town, 2:15 p.m.

A faint beeping sounded throughout the classroom, but only four students lifted their heads. They were in the middle of a rather important exam, but luckily for the rest of the class, they were the only four that would be able to hear the beeping.

A nerdy-looking boy in the front of the class turned back to glare at the spiky orange haired kid sitting behind him. His eyes seemed to say, hey Ichigo, do you plan on turning that thing off?

Ichigo sighed. Just his luck. A Hollow would decide to attack in the middle of a test. Nodding back to Uryu, he made eye contact with Chad and Orihime, the only other two who could hear the beeping, and stood.

"Is there a problem, Ichigo?" his teacher asked as he made his way for the door.

"I, uh, don't feel well."

The other three looked at each other. They waited a total of thirty seconds before they stood up and rushed for the door as well.

"Where are you three going?" the teacher called after them.

"Bathroom."

"Bathroom."

"…Bathroom."

A brown-haired kid stood up. "I have to go the bath—ah!"

"Oh no you don't Keigo," the teacher said exasperatedly. "You can sit right back down and finish your test."

Squad 10, Soul Society

"MATSUMOTO!"

The small, white-haired captain groaned as he walked into their shared office. The place was a mess. He didn't know how he was supposed to find anything with all the junk and empty sake bottles lying around.

Hitsugaya couldn't help but groan when he looked over at his lieutenant's desk. A mound of paperwork—that was probably taller than him, even though he'd never admit it—sat untouched.

"Matsumoto!" he said again, somewhat angrily.

He got no response, but he heard some stirring from the couch. Hitsugaya walked around so he was standing in front of the sleeping strawberry blonde, and crossed his arms.

She was lying on her side, her hair spilling out all around her. Some of it obscured her face, but not enough so that her captain couldn't see the mascara smudges that were the telltale signs that she'd cried herself to sleep again.

Sighing, Hitsugaya walked over to her desk. Picking up her paperwork, he transported it over to his own desk—something he'd found himself doing a lot lately.

Working quickly and efficiently, it only took him a couple hours more than it normally would for him to do just his own amount of the paperwork. Letting out another sigh—that was another thing he found himself doing a lot lately—he turned out the lights and started to leave for his own quarters. Pausing, he shrugged off his captain's haori and draped it over his sleeping lieutenant.

"Rangiku," he breathed.

Soul Society, a random bar

"Oh my God thish food is delicious," Hisagi said.

Fellow lieutenants Hinamori and Kira leaned back and grimaced as their friend spit food out of his mouth.

"Maybe you should swallow first, before you try talking," Kira muttered.

A huge grin started spreading across his best friends face, and the blonde shinigami rolled his eyes—or at least, the one that was visible.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Um, guys?" the small brown-haired girl asked. "Where's Renji? Wouldn't he normally come eat with us?"

"Yeah," Hisagi said, "but I'm pretty sure I remember him saying he had to go to some Kuchiki family dinner or something."

His companions grimaced.

"Maybe it won't be that bad," Hinamori said, although she didn't sound like she believed it.

"So I take it Rukia invited him then?" Kira asked.

Hisagi nodded. "And then apparently Captain Kuchiki also reminded him to come."

"Really?" Hinamori said, her face lighting up. "That's great! I mean, we all know how in love he is with Rukia, and how badly he wants to surpass Captain Kuchiki! And now it's like he's a part of their big family!"

"Yeah, their big dysfunctional family," Kira muttered to Hisagi.

They laughed and turned back to their food and drinks, wondering what their red-haired friend was doing at that moment.

Kuchiki Mansion

Renji stared at the site in front of him. Never in his life had he faced a greater dilemma than this. He wanted to turn to the girl next to him and ask her what he should do, but no one else at the table was talking.

He guessed he should've figured it would be a silent meal. After all, it was a big Kuchiki family reunion dinner. No wonder Rukia had wanted him to come. And his captain, too. The rest of these people at the table made Byakuya seem like a chatterbox.

He looked around, grimacing, and hoping that someone would inadvertently show him what to do. Unfortunately for him, no one did, so he returned his gaze to his plate.

Who the hell uses two forks anyway? Renji asked himself.

Rukia kept sneaking glances at Renji from the corner of her eye. She knew it would be mean, but she couldn't help it. She loved messing with him.

Making sure no one's eyes were on her, she took a tiny part of her salad and flicked it at her best friend. Renji started, then quickly glanced around to make sure no one had noticed. Rukia snickered into her napkin beside him, and Renji made a mental note to pay her back later.

There was a slight throat clearing next to them, and they looked over to see Byakuya Kuchiki looking at them out of the corner of his eye. Rukia and Renji made a face at each other before turning back to their food, but not before Renji swore he saw the corner of his captain's mouth twitch upward into a barely visible smile.

Even Byakuya Kuchiki was allowed to think these dinners were boring, he supposed.

Urahara Shop, 12:30 a.m.

"Well, Kisuke, that sure was interesting," Yoruichi said with a sly grin, tucking a stray strand of purple hair behind her ear.

Urahara returned her smile with one of his own. His eyes, which were only visible because his hat had been discarded and tossed to the floor, shone bright in the moonlight.

"You certainly haven't lost your touch either," he smirked.

Suddenly the pair heard footsteps running toward Urahara's room. There was a loud knock on the door, and before Urahara could say anything, it swung open.

The shopkeeper froze as his young red-headed employee, Jinta, came into the room.

"Uhhhhh," he said, realizing that he had nothing but a bed sheet wrapped around himself. "I promise I can explain. This definitely isn't what it looks like."

Jinta just stared at him with a strange expression. Urahara decided it was a mix between shock and worry.

"Boss…" Jinta started slowly, "what were doing in here with that cat?"