DISCLAIMER--

Not mine. Not the game thingie, and not Bleach (cleaning agent or otherwise).

'Is it my turn yet…?' asked a rather annoyed, highly deprived of sleep (and therefore height), white-haired person.

'AHH! I FORGOT ABOUT YOU!!' screamed the ever-hyper Yachiru.

'YOU WHAT?'

'I FORGOT!! SO SORRY!!'

'You don't sound sorry at all. Anyway, can I play?'

'YOU LIKE IT??'

'You got a problem? Lemme play. And why're you shouting in my face?'

'YOU BETTER NOT STONE TOO!! LIKE HIM!!' she pointed at a still-stoned Byakuya.

'STOP SHOUTING!'

'YOU'RE SHOUTING TOO! WHY CAN'T I SHOUT TOO?'

'THAT'S CUZ' YOU STARTED IT! Give over.' And he snatched the console away from the person geographically closest to him, who happened to be his subordinate.

A drunken Kira dragged Hisagi around the corridors of seireitei, drinking a bottle of sake and lugging a crate load more. Mastumoto leaned out of the room and shouted, 'HEY KIRA COME HERE!!' she waved violently. 'Can I have some of that?' she asked, staring pointedly at the crate he was dragging along. 'Oh, hi Hisagi! Wanna drink with us?'

'NO.'

'Aww…c'mon…'

'NO. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO AND NO!'

As the drunken Kira attempted to play Hisagi on the game thingie, Hanatarou popped in. 'Hey people! 12th division just manufactured this stuff that's supposed to help you in battle but I dunno how actually. Anyway, Unohana taichou told me to give one to everyone in seireitei and so…um…what's that?' he looked at the screen. 'And…does he need…some kind of help?' the fourth division seventh-seat glanced at Byakuya.

Oomaeda wandered aimlessly down the corridors, somehow pulling off the amazing feat of simultaneously eating crackers and picking his nose while wandering around without getting food poisoning. He noticed the room full of shinigami as he passed the first division quarters and went in, bumping into Hanatarou in the process. The two stood, somehow awestruck by the new technology sitting in the corner of the room. It didn't take five seconds to get them sitting centimetres away from the technological wonder, killing armies off, opponents or otherwise. But before that, Oomaeda paused to kidnap Ukitake's coke.

'Hey! That's mine!'

'Never mind! We all know you're a very kind and loving and generous person, thereby donating the coke to my bottomless pit of a stomach!'

'I…am?'

Byakuya, having been pushed around in every direction (including up and down) now sat in a corner, fingers moving rapidly, apparently deluged into the idea that he was still playing the game.

Iba ran around seireitei, beginning to wonder about the amazing shortage of shinigami that suddenly occurred. Coincidentally, he ran past the first division quarters, and, through the gaping hole in the wall, saw what seemed to be the large majority of those he knew. He joined the party.

By this time a large population of the shinigami in the first division quarters were very unhappy. Due to the sudden increase in population (starting with 2, but now 13), many did not get a turn in a rather long time, which resulted in the temporary unconsciousness of 6 people, who woke up half an hour later. The other 6 (not counting Byakuya, considering his mental state) were, by then, extremely satisfied, having had their play time doubled.

In the supposedly peaceful environment of the fourth division quarters, Isane and Unohana were having an argument. A heated one. About who should go look for Hanatarou and question what took him over an hour to deliver some pills. Eventually, Isane lost on the grounds that Unohana had a higher rank than her.

Isane found Hanatarou, still fully-equipped with an entire bag of pills. She opened her mouth. Before she could scold him (or say anything of use for that matter), she gawped at the screen everyone in the room (except Byakuya) seemed to be fixed on. 'Whassat?'

Yachiru bounced up in a sugar high (from Ukitake's/Oomaeda's coke, which she stole) and yelled 'IT'S A GAME!! Come play! It goes like this, and like this, and like this…' she (once again) snatched the console from whoever had it and handed it to the fourth division fukutaichou, who, as with everyone else, proceeded to do something disastrous.

Back in the fourth division quarters, with its peace finally restored, Unohana wondered what took her subordinate 30 minutes to find someone. She went to look for her subordinate, sitting on Minatsuki, obviously of the impression that it was a better mode of transport than her own feet.

At the gaping hole of the first division quarters, of which the door had been mercilessly taken down bit by bit, Unohana stood, staring at the large number of shinigami, all supposedly at battle with the arrancars. Isane looked out to see her rather puzzled taichou.

'Taichou, it's this new game-thingie! Come and play!'

Yachiru, still in a sugar high, rushed out of the room and dragged Unohana in, equipping her with the control that used to be in Matsumoto's possession.



A while later, Unohana was pushed to the side of the room, gibbering and under the impression that she was still playing a game. She looked uncannily similar to the sixth division taichou. Ukitake promptly snatched the control away.

'Old people shouldn't spend too much time in front of bright flashing lights,' he said, seconds before he started gibbering unintelligibly.

'Old people shouldn't spend too much time in front of bright flashing lights,' intoned Sentarou, grabbing the control away from his taichou, at the same time pushing him in between Unohana and Byakuya.

The three gibbered.

Everyone else laughed.