Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I did, there would be more character deaths. A lot more.
This is chapter 1 out of seven with an epilogue to go. Hope you like it and please R&R.
Uryuu Ishida was smiling for once. The sun was shining, the sunrise over the beach was gorgeous, and he had scheduled an entire week of stress-free, leisurely activities. To be honest he was feeling a lot better. He had been sitting on the beach for about two hours now, watching the sunrise over the calm waves and his fellow morning persons walking, jogging or just relaxing like he was. Then he sensed her.
He turned his head, slowly but in a way that still showed interest, and was a bit shocked to see Nemu Kurotsuchi standing behind him, and in a gigai no less. Her arms were fully extended; hands grasping each other tightly, and her head slightly bowed forward, almost as if she was paying him homage.
"Good morning, Quincy-san," she said in a somewhat nervous voice.
"Hey, Nemu, so nice to see you. I had no idea you were a morning person."
"Mayuri-sama always makes me get up early; I could never sleep in anyway. That's beside the point, Quincy-san…"
"Ishida, call me Ishida."
"Ishida, I was wondering if… maybe…you would like to…"
"Yes."
"If you would like to…get inside me sometime." She finished her sentence quickly, leaving an Ishida unable to hide his shock.
"What? Forgive me; I'm not so sure I know what you mean."
"Well you don't have to if you don't want to. We could go to a nice restaurant, or the beach, I've heard of some great movies opening up…"
"Wait a minute," interrupted Ishida, stopping her somewhat frantic speech midstream. "Do you want me to go out with you?"
"Yes. That's what I said, isn't it?"
"No, but we'll get to that later. If that's what you mean though…" This was something he really had to consider. On one hand, he was a Quincy, and the shinigami were his sworn enemies; but on the other hand he was a nerd, and hadn't had a date in a long time. It wasn't as if there were a line of girls as pretty as Nemu asking him out, and beggars can't be choosers (unless they stay with Orihime Inoue). Finally he made his decision.
"Sure, why not. Is tomorrow night alright for you?"
"It's great! Pick me up at seven, okay?" she replied, trying very hard to contain her excitement.
"Seven is fine."
"Oh, and Ishida…"
"Yes."
"What did I say when I first asked you?" Uryuu beckoned her over and whispered the meaning into her ear. After hearing this, Nemu temporarily lost her balance and sprinted away, wishing she could shunpo in her gigai. Uryuu, however, just sat there, hoping he had made the right choice.
"Hey, Retsu! I heard there are some nice fight clubs in the slums, would you mind healing me up if I get injured?" bellowed the eleventh division captain to his fourth division counterpart.
"I'm sorry Zaraki, not everyone loves their job as much as you do; I'm on vacation. And besides, don't you know the number one rule of fight club?"
"Huh?"
"Never talk about fight club."
"Mommy-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Don't say no Mommy-chan, Ken-chan really wants you to so he can—" almost as soon as Yachiru spoke Kenpachi grabbed her and threw her into his sleeve, then pinched the end tight so as to prevent her escape.
"Kids these days," he grunted. "Oh well, I guess we'll have to go alone then, eh, Yachiru? Man, Ikkaku's going to be so jealous." he gave a maniacal smile as he continued to talk to his wriggling sleeve and began to walk off.
"Zaraki! Wait!" Unohana called, amazingly enough in a way that still made her appear calm and serene. "I suppose I could look you over when you come back, just pop buy my room when you're done."
"Thanks Retsu, I have no idea how I'd get by without you," and with that the burly captain and his tiny lieutenant (who by now had worked herself free) marched off to beat up some Mexicans.
"I really shouldn't be doing this, they're gonna hate me," Ichigo thought aloud as Chad knocked on the door of his uncle's mansion. Although his mother's side of the family didn't have much money, Chad's uncle had struck it rich in the resort business, climbing his way up the ladder until he was one of the most powerful men in Mexico.
"Relax, Kurosaki-kun. Sado-kun thinks you're great, that should be enough for them." Orihime told him, smiling.
"Really?"
"No," was Ishida's cold reply. "My guess is they're probably going to hate us." Ichigo looked at him with a frown on his face.
"You're really quite the optimist."
"I try to be, Kurosaki." Finally the door opened and Chad's uncle stared blankly at his nephew.
"Japonés, so nice to see you again. Please, please, all of you come in." Had he not beckoned Ichigo and Orihime would have had no idea what to do. They walked into a spacious living room and sat down on some leather sofas. Chad quickly introduced his friends and surprised his uncle when he told him Uryuu could speak Spanish. They had a long business chat until Chad's cousins walked down the stairs. The best way to describe them would be clones of Chad with shorter hair. Both of them dropped down next to their father, and fixed their eyes firmly on Orihime's chest.
"Japonés, you remember Carlos y Juan."
"Hola," they said in perfect unison and the same amount of disinterest.
"Ichigo Kurosaki." he did his best to introduce himself, and they got the point.
"Hola," they didn't even turn their heads in his direction (or their eyes for that matter).
"Me llamo Uryuu Ishida."
"Hola,"
"Orihime Inoue."
"Hola, melones."
"Chad, tell them to stop staring at Orihime like that." As soon as he did, his cousins replied, "We've made our choice. Besides, the view is way better down here."
Now Ichigo didn't speak Spanish, but he knew an obnoxious remark when he heard one. Within seconds he had knocked them both onto the floor. It all went downhill from there. Uryuu and Chad's uncle were talking about Don Quixote, so they had no idea why Ichigo had just sucker-punched the boys. Ishida assumed it was for a good reason, but Chad's uncle was furious.
"¡Chingua!" he roared. "What the hell did you just do to my boys?! Get out; Get out right now before I beat the shit out you!" Everyone scrambled out the door as quickly as possible.
"Japonés, you're welcome back anytime," he said, finally regaining his cool. "But please, when you do come back, come alone." As they walked down the street, Ishida pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"I hate to say I told you so, but—"
"You're lying."
"Maybe I am, Kurosaki. Oh, I was wondering, what ever happened to Rukia?"
"I already told you, Ishida-kun, she's catching up with Renji." At this Ichigo couldn't help but smile.
"Hope she's on the pill."
Finally, my chance has arrived, thought Soifon as she sat down next to her mentor. The Shinigami Women's Society was holding a meeting in the hotel bar, and Yoruichi was the guest of honor. Things were going great. Except for whenever Soifon tried to slip the liquid into Yoruichi's tequila, she always moved into a position where she could see just what Soifon was planning. Then it happened.
"¡Me gusta mucho la tequíla!" shouted a thoroughly drunk Matsumoto dancing about on the tables and singing, "Dah-duh-duh-dah-dah-dát! Tequíla!" No one could stop laughing.
"This is classic!" Yoruichi shrieked. "Oh God I wish I had a camera!" Matsumoto continued to prance around from barstool to barstool, singing Guantanamera and thanking God for alcohol. It was right in the middle of one of Yoruichi's longest laughing fits that Soifon mixed the liquid in with her mentor's drink. Everything seemed to be going perfectly.
"Oh Yoruichi-sama," she said innocently.
"What is it, Soifon?" Soifon's perfect moment was cut shot as Matsumoto hit the floor right next to them.
"Ow! I didn't know the floor was so hard. They could really use some carpeting, don't you think?" The drunken blonde staggered to her feet and wobbled over to the bar where Yoruichi and Soifon were sitting.
"I feel soooooooo wasted right now. I could really use a drink," she continued, picking up the tampered shot and quickly gulped it down, then banged it down as hard as she could.
"Matsumotoooooooooooooo!" Matsumoto whipped her head around to see what the fuss was about. Toushirou Hitsugaya was standing at the entrance of the bar, angrier than anyone had ever seen him, ever. "I knew I shouldn't have left you around alcohol this long; and you better not throw up on my bed! I swear, it's supposed to be my vacation, but I'm stuck babysitting you! C'mon, we're going back to the room."
"You're so good to me taichou, maybe when we get up there I can be good to you."
"I'm going to attribute that to whatever the hell you were drinking. Now do you need help standing? I thought as much." Throwing her arm over his shoulder, the tiny captain carried his busty lieutenant out of the bar. The far more shit-faced of the two turned her head to Soifon.
"Isn't he so amazing?" Soifon then realized that Nemu had forgotten to tell her something important. The first person the target sees after taking the potion is the person they fall in love with. She had a way around that.
"Yoruichi-sama, could you help me master shunkou tomorrow? But I've been having problems concentrating lately, so could we do it somewhere where no one will bother us?"
"I suppose, how's noon for you?"
"Perfect."
Yeah, I suppose that was sub-par, but I hope you enjoyed it. So far I've only gotten 1 review, but maybe that'll change. C'mon people, if you read it, it wouldn't hurt to review.
