I'm back again, everybody! It took a bit longer than expected to finish this one. School work has a tendency of interrupting when you least expect it. Thusly, I was presented with an ultimatum, leading to the only coherent thought I could muster early in the morning:

F**k homework, write fan fiction. ;D

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The only things I own don't amount to a whole lot, and I don't own Kubo's franchises. Poo.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Danielle poked what she sincerely hoped was a deluded cosplayer in the back of the head with a stick she'd picked up nearby. After a few more moments of this and nothing happening except the sun continuing to shine, she'd move onto the next unconscious person and poke them in the head with the stick, too. Donald simply stood there in disbelief, both at the numerous people that were scattered around, and at the fact that his annoying-as-hell sister wouldn't stop saying "Poke. Poke. Poke!" whenever she'd chosen her next victim.

"…"

"Poke. Poke. Poke!"

"… Danni…"

"Poke. Poke. Po-!"

"DANIELLE!" Donald shouted out of irritation, causing her to jump as if she had never heard him.

"Yes?" she replied with what she hoped was a sweet face. Fortunately for Donald, he had known her for as long as he could remember, and her faux-innocence didn't fool him in the slightest. She was still kneeling down next to another of the people. The 'victim' in particular also had orange hair, albeit with what appeared to be a grey school uniform instead of a shihakusho like his double.

Out of nowhere, the orange headed double leaped up in shock, flailing wildly and shouting,

"GAAAH! NO, WAIT, I DON'T WANT TO BE TURNED INTO WAFFLES!"

Which, of course, only prompted blank stares from the twins. Well, I should rephrase that.

Prompting a blank stare from Donald. Danielle, on the other hand, had shrieked in surprise and fallen backwards onto her rump. Donald stored that little memory away to laugh at later. Technically, he wasn't sure whether to laugh later or now, as Kon, as Donald had guessed, began to panic and spin in circles in an attempt to make sense of his new surroundings.

Danielle, rump still sore and ego slightly bruised, had noticed Donald in the corner of her eye, trying (and failing) to stifle his chuckles at her mishap. So, she did the first thing she could think of that would take advantage of someone else's confusion, give her a laugh, and annoy Donald all at the same time. Kon had finally stopped spinning and noticed Donald and Danielle staring at him, and had just opened his mouth to say… well, something, when Danielle interrupted. With a noise.

A loud noise.

The most obnoxious noise in the world.

"Beep."

"Oh, god. Danni, not this again," Donald pleaded, a mixed look of exhaustion and exasperation fleeting across his face.

"Beep."

Kon wasn't quite sure what to do. "Uh…" he began, "What?"

Suddenly, Danielle lurched forward threateningly, her arms raised stiffly above her head, and her eyes widened while still managing to retain a blank, robotic look.

"EX-TEH-ME-NATE!" She shouted, flailing wildly in Kon's direction. Naturally, Kon panicked. Again.

Donald closed his eyes, sighed, lifted his worn glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "You are never allowed to watch the Sci-Fi channel again."

"EX-THE-ME-NATE!"

"Aaagh! No, wait! I'm too good looking to die! Take Ichigo instead!" Kon yelped, falling backwards in fear by accidentally tripping over another of the unconscious 'visitors'.

This one (the one lying face down in the dirt, silly,) made some sort of strangled howling noise, as Kon unwittingly kicked him in between the legs. That is certainly a way to wake someone up. The man in black robes with tribal tattoos flailed about as well, though for obviously different reasons. The noise and chaos began to wake the few others still sleeping, leaving pretty much everyone (who wasn't insane) confused.

Rapidly becoming more and more irritated by the maelstrom of disarray, Donald took a deep breath and roared over the commotion of EX-TEH-ME-NATE! and Holy crap, what was that for?

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP!" The chattering eventually died down as the newly awakened curiously peered about.

Donald quickly counted out the total number of people, minus himself and Danielle. From the looks of it, five of them had been warped into our world, and Donald found himself wondering how, and more importantly, why. Those questions, however, were pushed to the back of his head as he attempted to take inventory.

Okay, we've got Ichigo with the cleaver, Kon in Ichigo's body, and Renji. It looks like Rukia Kuchiki is here as well, along with- oh, you have got to be kidding me.

The fifth and final member of the group turned out to be someone he didn't particularly care to see. Come to think of it, someone he didn't particularly care to see ever. Donald remembered him as one of the cockiest, most violent people on the show his psychotic sister raved endlessly on about. After doing a few YouTube searches and effectively wasting two hours of his life, Donald came to the conclusion that sometimes, life gives you lemons. Other times, life kicks you in the face and steals your wallet before shoving you out of a speeding vehicle and pees all over your favorite books. Even the above seemed preferable to so much as speaking to the blue haired Espada in front of him.

So, Donald did the only thing he could do in this situation.

"… Uh, hello?"

He had expected a reply, or even some sort of recognition that he existed, but Grimmjow just continued to stand in the same place, staring blankly into the distance.

"… Mr. Grimmjow Espada person?"

Mr. Grimmjow Espada person just continued to stare, slightly drooling. Donald wondered if he landed on his head, and voiced his opinion, which somehow got translated into "Maybe he's retarded," on the way out.

Danielle, apparently noticing Grimmjow for the first time, slowly recognized who she was looking at. As soon as she saw the teal colored hair and stomach-hole (still creepy looking,) Danielle let out a high pitched squealing noise and launched herself through the air like a fan girl missile, latching onto Grimmjow's back. At that precise moment, Donald flinched, expecting his "dear" but obnoxious sister to lose her face, or at least a couple of limbs.

Grimmjow just stood there drooling.

"What's up with drooly-dude?" Kon asked Ichigo, who was getting a little creeped out as well.

"I dunno. Hell, I don't even know where we ar- WHAT THE HELL?" Ichigo exclaimed, looking oddly at his hands. "Why does everything look so… weird? Did Urahara slip something into my drink when I wasn't looking?"

"Actually," Donald began, tearing his eyes away from the functionally brain-dead Espada, "you appear to have been transported into an alternate dimension. My best guess is that your physical bodies were transformed upon impact to suit the environment, leaving your perspectives and psyches untouched. It may take a bit of getting used to." He explained.

Ichigo and Renji just gave him a blank look, while Rukia nodded thoughtfully. Kon seemed to have lost interest some time ago, and was inspecting the Espada, with Danielle still latched to his back.

Still latched to his back making that horribly high pitched squealing noise.

"Danielle, please get off of the murderous psychopath, before he kills you."

Neither Grimmjow nor Danielle paid any attention. An attempt to remove Danielle quickly prompted a "NO, HE'S MAI SMEXY GRIMM-KITTEH!"

"…"

Donald only laughed when Grimmjow fell over backwards, effectively trapping Danielle underneath him.

"Bwa-hahahahaha! Sure, you can keep 'im! Hahaha!" Donald clutched at his stomach from laughing so hard, and even a couple of the others grinned.

"Dammit, Donny, that's not funny! He's freakin' heavy! I'm literally being crushed by muscle! Large…. Bulky… well-toned, sexy muscle… and what is that shampoo I'm smelling?" she asked.

"… Okay, first ground rule. Danielle is kept on a leash in the back yard until she's Grimmjow broken."

"SCREW YOU GUYS, JUST GET HIM OFF OF ME!"

Apparently, 'screw you guys,' is the phrase that awakens brain-dead Espada, because it was at that moment that Grimmjow began flailing like a fish on dry land.

And screaming like a little girl.

After another five minutes of trying (failing) to subdue Grimmjow, the twins sweating with the exertion while the others watched (the lazy bastards,) Grimmjow finally managed to calm down enough to ask a question neither of them expected.

"Where am I, and why don't I remember anything?"

"Uh…" stated Danielle.

"And secondly, who's the lard ass sitting on my back?"

Which only earned him a swift punch in the back of the head.

"We- ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT, KITTY CAT?"

"Wha- ow, stop hitting me!" He exclaimed, easily pushing the twins off of his back, and sitting up to look around. Grimmjow rubbed the back of his head, and just sat quietly while the twins brushed themselves off.

Well, Donald brushed himself off. Danielle was bouncing around excitedly, shooting off rapid-fire questions to anyone in range.

Most of which were aimed at Grimmjow.

"Oh my gawd, were you born with that hair? How do you eat with a hole in your belly? Do you work out a lot? I'll bet you do. Can I see your sword, it's awesomeness in a barrel!"

She continued on and on, but Grimmjow seemed unfazed by the barrage of annoyance.

"So…" Rukia asked over the din that was Danielle, "now what?"

"Good question." Ichigo replied. "Hey. You, glasses guy."

"… I have a name, you know."

"Oh, uh. Sorry. My name's I-"

"Yeah, yeah, Ichigo Kurosaki, age fifteen, Substitute Soul Reaper, blah blah blah. I'm Donald, and that bundle of joy is my fraternal twin sister, Danielle."

Ichigo balked when Donald seemingly spouted off his history like it was nothing.

"How-" he asked suspiciously.

"Because I implanted mind reading super slugs into all of your brains, and you're all actually floating around in space above planet Zebes."

His reply only earned stares all around, even managing to quiet Danielle for a moment.

"… You play Metroid?" she asked in a surprised tone.

Donald sighed and readjusted his glasses.

"Everyone, just come inside for an explanation, it'll be easier if you're sitting down. And Danielle, I think you're suffocating Grimmjow."

Thanks for reading, everybody! Remember, reviews are always welcome, flames included. And by flames, I mean BURN THE MOTHER[BEEP]! Constructive criticism is always deemed helpful. But, most importantly, enjoy.