I'm back with more of the fantastic story. My mind is brimming over with wonderful thoughts, and since I really wanted to draw a picture of Neku but ended up doing this instead, you had just better be grateful. I'm typing this on my new laptop, by the way. Ahh, the best part is…that wondrous desktop I put on there. Namely Subarashiki Kono Sekai. Namely It's a Wonderful World. Namely The World Ends with You. Which I am really, really psyched about. There are so many titles, I thought I'd just put them all, so maybe someone would know what I was talking about. I also watched WifeSwap tonight…and Monk is on Friday. Righto. Onward to chaos.

Disclaimer: Your friend writing the story, (Insert Name Here), does not claim to own Bleach. Okay, she doesn't own Bleach. Nor does she own anything else that is copyrighted that might happen to appear in this story, since she isn't quite sure what will happen yet. She just makes it up as she goes along, most of the time.


"And then he fell through the wall!" Karin was explaining the situation to Chad, who had rung the doorbell hoping to give the Kurosakis their mail. He'd found it sitting on the front lawn, getting all wet from the rain that had begun to fall, (mind you this is all the fault of the lazy paperboy), and, being Chad, had thought nothing of delivering it himself.

Chad, understandably confused, blinked several times before tackling the situation. "You saw this happen?"

"Well, no," said Karin. "But Rukia did! She told me herself!"

Chad sighed. "Can I talk to her?"

Karin nodded. "But I'd better warn you, she's in a 'state'."

By 'state', Karin meant that Rukia was sitting in a corner of Ichigo's room, wailing, as Chad discovered after he climbed the stairs two at a time. Not because he wanted to hurry. Just because he's that kind of guy. A big kind of guy.

"…Rukia?" He wasn't asking if she was in there. No, Rukia's presence was quite apparent from the moment he entered the house; he could hear her cries from all the way downstairs.

"What?" Rukia sniffed, bunched up in the corner. "Can't you see I'm in a 'state'?"

Chad nodded. It was clear that Rukia was indeed in a 'state'. That was not the problem. "Is it true Ichigo fell through the wall?"

At this, Rukia burst into tears. Big, gulping sobs filled the room. "Yes! I-I saw hi-hi-him…h-he f-f-fell…right…through…th-th-the…WALL!" With the sentence painstakingly said, Rukia continued sobbing.

"Calm down," said Chad, attempting to stop the horrible racket. "I'll go take a look."

At this, Rukia perked up. "Will you get him out?"

Chad nodded.

For a moment, Rukia seemed pleased. Then her eyes once again filled with tears. "If he's not DEAD!"

Shaking his head, Chad walked over to the closet. Peering inside, which, for him, was hard, (he could barely fit his shoulders through the door), Chad saw the gaping hole left by the falling Ichigo. Slightly surprised that he had actually been told the complete truth, not just an exaggerated story, Chad poked his head through the hole and called down. "ICHIGO!"

A faint shout came back. "Chad? That you?"

Chad turned around with some difficulty. "I can hear him," he told Rukia, who was biting her nails.

Rukia's 'state' visibly dissolved. In its place was that familiar thing…anger. Jumping up, she wormed her way into the closet, staring intently down the hole before bellowing, "KUROSAKI ICHIGO! You are going to PAY for this!" She turned back to Chad. "How are we going to get him out?"

Startled at how quickly Rukia's moods could change, Chad could only shrug. In all actuality, he had not developed a plan to get Ichigo out of the hole. He hadn't even been sure Ichigo had really fallen down a hole.

"Well, we're going to have to get him out some way." Rukia thought for a minute. In your head, you can play the little Jeopardy song, if you want.

"We could always…um…" Chad began, but stopped as Rukia leaned into the hole.

"Ichigo! You got yourself down there, now get yourself back up! Now!"

Alas, so intent on scolding Ichigo was Rukia that she didn't notice herself leaning forward a little bit too much. Sadly, she lost her balance at the opportune moment to send her tumbling down the hole herself.

"Rukia!" Chad cried, reasonably startled and distraught. Now there were two of them down there. Oh, no…

This would require assistance. So Chad ran down the stairs to get much-needed help.


The first thing Rukia did when she reached the bottom was kick Ichigo in the head. "You moron! Look at what you've done!"

Ichigo, having received no thanks at all for catching Rukia on her way to imminent doom, yelled back. "What I've done? You were the one who wanted me to get that stupid rabbit!"

"I told you to get Chappy, not fall down a hole!"

"Like that was my fault? It was that demon-bunny!"

"Chappy is not a demon-bunny!" Rukia went off to sulk. Unfortunately, wherever-they-were was pitch black, and she at once began calling for Ichigo.

Ichigo sighed. "What is it now?"

"I can't see anything!" Rukia complained. "Turn on the lights, or something."

"Hello, do you see any lights?"

"Of course not! I would be able to if you'd turn some on!"

It went on like this for the better part of half-an-hour. Eventually, Rukia wandered so far that she and Ichigo could no longer locate each other.

"Ichigo, echolocate or something!" Rukia shouted at poor Ichigo.

Ichigo was at wit's end. "That's bats, stupid!"

"Don't you call me stupid, stupid!"

Suddenly, there was a strange noise. It sounded like a choking man listening to screamo. Rukia screamed.

"Rukia, screaming's not going to help. I can't find you." Ichigo was relishing his sweet revenge. He did, however, feel a tug from his conscience. Maybe he should find her, just in case…

"Ichigo!" Rukia squeaked. "Please, please, please come here!"

"Why should I?" grouched Ichigo, already attempting to locate Rukia.

"Because if you don't, I'll kill you."

Ichigo snorted. "Guess I'll just have to leave you here, huh?"

A yelp from Rukia caused him great joy. By that time, he'd been able to find Rukia by listening to her annoying loudness. Then came that noise again. Ichigo was startled to have something slam into him. The something gave a terrified scream. Rukia.

"What, you're not afraid of a little ghost, are you?" Ichigo taunted.

"N-no, of course not," Rukia replied. Ichigo could almost picture her sticking out her tongue.

"In case you can't see," said Rukia, "I'm sticking out my tongue."

At that moment, Ichigo felt something grab his throat. "Rukia," he choked out, "Let go."

"I'm not even touching you, Ichigo."

He attempted a snort, ending up with more of a cough. "Very funny. Seriously, though, I can't breathe."

Silence for a moment. Then, "Ichigo, I swear, I'm not touching you."

"Then…"

"Kurosaki Ichigo," came a blood-chilling voice, "I'm going to kill you."


Chad answered the door. Standing on the front step, pushing up his glasses, was none other than Ishida Uryuu, captain of the Craft Club. "What is it, Chad?"

Orihime stood next to him, lost in space. "That ladybug won, Uryuu. It was a photo-finish, though." She smiled. "They must have adorable little cameras, but I wonder where they get the film developed? Cameras that small would have really, really tiny film, so-"

"Orihime," Uryuu said calmly. "You're doing it again."

Orihime seemed unresponsive, so Uryuu began conversing with Chad. "Why'd you call us here?"

"Well," said Chad, "I was walking down the street, and I saw Ichigo's newspaper getting wet. So I thought I'd just stop by and give it to him before it got too soggy to read."

Uryuu rolled his eyes. Only Chad.

Chad continued. "When I rang the doorbell, out popped Karin, saying something about Ichigo falling through a hole in the wall. I told her I'd check it out, and went upstairs…"

When Chad was finished with his story, Uryuu sighed. "Nothing out of the ordinary, it seems. Those two are always getting into predicaments."

"Predica…mints?" Orihime had snapped out of her dream world, but it seemed like she was about to enter another one. "Predicta-Mints. They'd let you see into the future! You could get a job as a professional fortune-teller, and rub that giant marble to…"

"Orihime," said Uryuu.

"Hmm?" Orihime looked up. "Yes?"

"Let's go in, shall we?" Uryuu ushered Orihime inside before she was too far gone.


When the three were upstairs, jammed into the tiny closet, they inspected the hole. Uryuu sighed again. "Only someone with a head as hard as Ichigo's could break through a wall." He peered into the blackness. "Of course, the hole shouldn't be too deep…this is only a two-storey house."

"The story of a house," started Orihime, before Uryuu coughed to interrupt her. "Uryuu, you could use some Predicta-Mints for that throat of yours."

"That would be a cough drop, not a mint, and certainly not a "predicta" mint. Furthermore, there is nothing wrong with my throat." Uryuu turned back to inspecting the hole. "Ichigo's down there, Orihime. Can you think of a way to get him out?"

Orihime snapped to attention. "How about…an elevator! Or an escalator! Or a warp panel!"

"…never mind."

There was a sudden noise from down inside the hole. Uryuu leaned in to hear.

"…out! Get us out!" It was Rukia. Her screams were unmistakable.

Orihime cocked her head. "Is that Rukia?"

Uryuu pushed up his glasses. "It seems like it."

"Anyone up there?" This time, it was Ichigo. "There's something down here!"

"It's going to kill us!" Rukia cried.

Chad, Orihime, and Uryuu looked at each other.

"…badger?" ventured Orihime.

"How do you expect us to get you out, Kurosaki?" Uryuu yelled down.

There was a brief pause. "Ishida?" came the faint reply, then what sounded like a groan. The three strained to hear. "…rope, stupid!"

"Where?" shouted Chad.

"…downstairs closet!"

The three shot off down the stairs, going to get the rope from the downstairs closet that had caused so much pain the other day. Friday, to be exact. Luckily, none of them entered the closet so that the door could close behind, ergo, none of them were stuck inside the little room of death. Having retrieved the rope from under a cymbal monkey, the three rushed back upstairs.

"I've got the rope, Kurosaki!" Uryuu called back down the hole once the three were once again crowded into the closet.

"…down! Send it down! But hold on to the end!"

"I'm not stupid, you know," Uryuu yelled, lowering the rope down the hole.

"Don't leave me here!" Rukia was crying. There was a brief scuffle, from the sounds of it, then a tug on the line.

"Pull it up!" yelled Ichigo.

"Ichigo, wait!" The rope went slack.

"Get on with it!" yelled Uryuu.

"Don't you dare think that you can play Mr. Hero by sending me up first!" Rukia could be heard ranting. "I'm just as capable of going second as you are!"

More shouting. Uryuu got tired of waiting, about to drop the rope. Chad grabbed it instead.

Finally, another tug on the line. Chad attempted to pull it up. To his surprise, it was heavier then he'd thought. "Someone's gained weight."

"Let me help," Orihime chirped, which, of course, caused the still-grumbling Uryuu to lend a hand as well. With all three of them going at it, the rope was in in no time. All that was left was to pull the person on the end of it into the room.

Or should I say 'people'?

Clinging to the rope, in order, were Ichigo and Rukia both. Ichigo had the rope wrapped around one hand and was grasping Rukia's arm with the other. Rukia, one arm being clutched by Ichigo, was using the other to hang on to the rope for dear life. Ichigo, of course, went into the room first. It was quite a feat, getting him out of the hole, into the small closet, and then into the bedroom. Rukia was easier, considering her…lack of height.

Safely out of the mysterious hole in the wall, Rukia and Ichigo collapsed, panting. Uryuu, meanwhile, was staring at the large length of rope it had taken to get them out.

"This shouldn't be possible," he said, confused. "This house has only two stories!"

"It is perfectly possible," Ichigo wheezed. "That hole is demonic."


Alright, there you go. Another suspenseful spot, just for you. Now, you know the drill. If you want the story to live, review. Or else. Oh, not that again. Just review, out of the kindness of your…how can that be spelled wrong? Wait, never mind. Out of the kindness of your heart. Or else.