Remember last chapter when Aizen recruited numerous members to the Sushi Cult? Now, since it was the Christmas season, they were busy making up sushi carols.

"On the first day of sushi my enemy gave to me a small brain and a salmon. On the second day of sushi my enemy gave to me two sets of lobster and a small brain and a salmon," the assembled idiots sang in a very off tone manner. Everyone in the Living World, Soul Society, and Hueco Mundo covered their ears. Unaware or enjoying the others' pain, the cult continued singing. Suddenly, Aizen got a realization. He had distributed sushi to every single person in his cult (not his brain sushi of course). What if he killed them all and ate it?

Unfortunately, the combined strength of a million or so people far outshined his strength, as he soon found out. Aizen ended up chained to the rock of sacrifice as the cult danced around him, preparing to offer him to the god of sushi. Realizing there was no escape, he resigned himself indignantly to his case when suddenly he realized that it was raining brain sushi. He strained himself to catch one, but unfortunately, he was obese and the rock tipped over into the fire. Large amounts of grease gave the air a savory taste.

The sushi cult blinked. Their leader was dead. Time to pick a new one. Suddenly, the Congress building appeared, and the cult were all clad in uniform.

"Today, our meeting's objective is to vote who should be the next leader of the Sushi Cult," the head representative said. Yells of 'Matsumoto', 'Hisagi', 'Kira', 'Ikkaku', or even sometimes, 'Kenpachi' were heard. That was when Unohana decided to intervene. She opened her eyes, still smiling.

"Are you sure I shouldn't be leader?" she asked. The cult cowed. Then they all fled.

"My, my. I wonder what could have scared them so…" she trailed of thoughtfully as she ate the brain sushi.

So in the end, everything was okay, despite the fact that no one could solve the mystery of how Ichigo survived for two long months without a brain, that Aizen had died, Gin came back to life, and Tousen ate Wonderweiss. Nothing was wrong at all, and brain sushi rained down on them, a gift of the charming authors.

Everyone lived happily ever after. Birds annoyed the random passersby, Yachiru still thought Ikkaku's head was a cookie, Hitsugaya continued to case Matsumoto all over Seireitei, Yamamoto continued to fart, and finally…the order so carefully constructed was destroyed. Within two weeks. But dear readers, that is the next story.

Fin

A/N: Yay! We finished this one! Okay, so what if it's really short? We ran out of brain juice. And yes, there will be a sequel. Consider this a sort of mini intro into the real plot.

There will be no Parody Thingy today, but wait for it…in the next story: Fairytale Life.