BLEACH: World Cup Fever

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And congrats to Spain for the World Cup winner.

HAHAHAHAHAHHA

I was supporting Neds though. LOL

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bleach or the World Cup.

CHAPTER 6

Half Time

Living World

Nightfall began to cast upon Johannesburg. The lively streets were lit up in neon lights wrapped around the street lights, walls, signboards and the walls. Everyone was celebrating after Germany had defeated Portugal in the Third Place play-off. There were people in the bars and on the streets all happily talking about the outstanding game that had just ended while the Portugal supporters were drinking their defeat down their gullet.

However among the happy faces, three put up an anxious and worried expression as they run through the street. They entered a MacDonald restaurant where they just had their dinner half an hour ago.

"It's not here." Chad said as he looked at the table they sat before.

"Oh no..it's all my fault." Orihime's voice trailed away as he burst out into light sobs. Ishida took no hesitant to comfort his crying friend.

"It's not your fault Inoue-kun," Ishida attempts to reassured Orihime. "Everyone makes mistakes once in a while. Besides, your bag could still be around here somewhere. I'll go ask the manager at the counter."

Ishida left towards the counter as Chad searched thoroughly under table and behind the chairs. Orihime sat down on the closest chair she could find as she wiped her tears.

'How could I forget my bag here? I don't mind what's in it but the fact that Ishida-kun and Sado-kun's wallet was in it bothers me.' She thought in her head, feeling miserable every second. Earlier she was asked to keep the boys wallets because they had to empty their pockets to find a MacDonald coupon they had. But they let Orihime keep it with her in her hand bag.

Orihime felt a large hand patted her shoulder. She looked up and saw Chad with a small smile on his face in order to comfort her. Ishida then walked back towards the group with a frowning look on his face.

"Nothing huh?" Chad said. Ishida shook his head heavily and Orihime let out tears again.

"The cashier said she didn't see any bag on our table. But she did say that after us, a group of local teens were there to have their dinner. So they probably took it." Ishida explain.

"If we are lucky, they may take it to the police station." Said Chad

"Probably," Ishida pushed up his glasses, "we can go to the nearest police booth to ask. Let's just hope the teens weren't some delinquents." Chad nodded.

"Should we call the others, in case they are worried about us?" Orihime asked Ishida. She had stopped crying and decided to stay strong like the rest of the group.

"My phone won't work. I can't make calls in foreign country with my network." Ishida answered her.

"Mine was still charging in the room." Chad added.

"Oh," Orihime said sadly. Her phone was in her bag, which was currently what they were looking for.

"We're quite far from our inn. We can't use a cab because all our money is in the bag. We could try and walk back but we might get lost, and not everyone here understands Japanese or English to ask for directions. So our best choice now is to look for a police booth and ask about the bag. Everyone agree?" Ishida said like a commander of an attacking army. Chad and Orihime nodded to his command and then the three of them ran out of the restaurant in search for their bag.

Hueco Mundo

"You're to slow." Tousen said at the little girl whose arm was wounded by a light scratch inflicted by his zanpakutou. "Remember, you do not see with your eyes, but with your heart."

"That doesn't make sense ." Rachel said weakly as she put a pressure on her wounded arm while holding her own zanpakutou. She was training with Tousen again and he had just wounded her in the last slash because she didn't shunpo in time.

"You can see better when you don't see at all. Close your eyes and hear the sound around you. Listen to the footsteps of your opponents as he moved among the dirt on the ground. Listen to their breath and heartbeats as they charge you. Before you realized it, you can actually see your opponent's movement in your head far more clearly than they could see you." Rachel nodded lazily as Tousen put his zanpakutou back in his sheath and walked towards Rachel. He put up his palm to her wound and began healing it.

"Teach me that one!" Rachel chirped happily as she saw her wound miraculously healed by the light emitted from the shingami's hand. Tousen just smiled at her reaction.

"Patience," Tousen said when he was done, "That was a kido. I'll teach you that when your fighting skill is impressive enough."

"But I've been training my sword skill for almost ten months now. Maybe something new would boost my ability up or something," Rachel sulked as she crossed her arm and pouted at Tousen. Tousen chuckled and ruffled her hair and said, "Defeat me in a battle then I'll teach you."

"Alright then," Rachel put up her zanpakuto in a fighting stance, "Lets try again, This time I'll beat you for sure ."

"Ahhhhh~"

Tousen felt a pull on his coat which put him back to reality. He was back in the world of pure darkness that had engulfed him for years. The flashback he just had was getting more frequent lately. He can still remember the plain savannah grassland where he and the little girl used to train, back when he could still see. The smell of the air, the sound of the animals, the sound of her laughter. All were still clear in his mind as he walked down the nostalgic road of his past. He had no choice but to leave back then. He was on a mission. And the mission was completed so he had no reason to stay in Africa much longer. At least that was what he told himself for the past century.

"Ahhhh~" another pull on his caot. Tousen smiled at a small Arrancar that was walking slowly behind him with his hands holding Tousen's coat. He was walking down the hallway from the Barragan's chamber where he won few games of Chess and one game Battleship, which ended up with Barragan throwing the board game out the window. Talk about sore loser.

"Wonderweiss," Tousen said, "what's wrong?"

"Ahh~" responded Wonderweiss, as usual. He was pointing to the running pink-haired Espada heading towards the Media Chamber down the hallway.

"What's the matter?" Tousen asked.

"There's a video call from Ulquiorra and Grimmjow back in the living world." Szayel said quickly as he ran pass him. "Aizen-sama asked me to check their mission status."

Tousen simply shrugged when he heard the Media Chamber's door slam shut. He ruffled Wonderweiss's hair and continued his stroll down the hall.

The Media Chamber was quite similar to Seiretei's Research And Technology Department of the Twelfth Division. There was a large computer situated at the end of the wall facing the entrance door. Mainframes with cables dangling from sockets towards the floor flooded the left side of the room. Other than that, few chairs were arranged in a cinema-like manner, all facing a large projection screen that can be pulled down in front of the computer. The room was usually used when Aizen needed to show any media presentation to his Arrancars or when Gin was doing his Arrancar Encyclopedia Segment after each episode.

Szayel typed frantically on the keyboard and the monitor lit up, displaying the faces of the two infamous Espadas.

"Status report now. Did you plant the transmitter?" Szayel quickly asked the two.

"Relax nerd," Grimmjow responded as he put up his grin, "A simple hello would be really nice."

"Shut up thrash." Ulquiorra pushed Grimmjow out of the screen. "We're having a situation."

"Ulquiorra? Is that you?" Szayel said as he tried to hold himself from laughing seeing Ulquiorra without his Espada uniform and the ridiculous hollow helmet he always wear. "You look so elmo in your human form. I guess my pills worked like a charm. Genius."

"The proper term is emo, Einstein." Grimmjow somehow managed to get back into the screen. "We do not have much time, it's already nightfall here and we have a big problem."

"What?" Szayel asked.

"Ulquiorra lost the transmitte—"

Before Grimmjow could finish up, a cero blast from Ulquiorra blew him again out of the screen. Ulquiorra cleared his throat. "Grimmjow got mugged by a local pickpocket and the transmitter was stolen."

"WHAT? You two are so useless. If Aizen-sama heard of this you'll be stripped off your Espada position for sure."

"Don't you have any spare? Create a new one."

"That'll take time. No matter how smart I am, I won't be able to finish making a new one before tomorrow night."

"Is there a way for us to find the transmitter without thrashing the city out?" Grimmjow again entered the screen. His shirt was slightly ripped and burned from the last cero blast.

"Well, I did put a tracker in the device." Szayel said as he swayed his pink bangs from his face "In case you two screw up."

"Just tell us where it is thrash." Ulquiorra said, causing Szayel to grunt softly.

"I'll send you the GPS signal for the transmitter to your cell phone." Szayel types few numbers to a monitor screen.

"You have a cell phone?" Grimmjow grabbed Ulquiorra's shirt annoyed. "Why don't I have one?"

"Aizen-sama gave me a cell phone everytime I have a mission to the living world so I could contact Hueco Mundo without much delay." Ulquiorra slapped Grimmjow's hand off and continued, "The reason you do not have one because we ran out of stock."

Szayel tapped the 'Enter' button on the keyboard. "There, the GPS signal is sent to your phone so you can detect its coordinates." He looked up on the screen and saw Grimmjow trying to strangle his partner but was stopped by another cero.

"I will get this done as fast as possible." Ulquiorra stated.

"You better be or Aizen-sama wi—" The screen blacked out. Szayel narrowed his eyes and pushed up his glasses. "That moron hung up on me."

Living World

The elevator dinged, and its door slid open. Rukia stepped out and stomped down the fourth floor hallway. Her stomach growled badly. She's hungry and angry. And the only one she can blame it on was her carrot top friend who ditched her on dinner. Not to mention what Zuma said earlier about her relationship with Ichigo. Him as her boyfriend? Ridiculous! She admitted Ichigo was attractive in every way; his face, his body, his smell and his cocky attitude that gave birth to that never ending scowl of his. But Rukia never put much thought in what she really felt about him. Now, she could not stop thinking about it.

Reaching Ichigo's door, her hand raised up high in the air as she prepared to knock on it. "ICHIGO—" Her yell ceased upon seeing the door unlocked and was not closed properly. 'Baka,' thought Rukia, 'he should know better how dangerous it is if he left his door unlocked like this'.

She pushed the door gently and popped her head to survey Ichigo's room. A broken lamp was on the floor. Scattered also on the carpet was pieces of ceramic vases and few pair of used socks. Luggage bags were on an empty bed that was nearest to the door. Above one bad was posted an A4 picture of Masaki, similar to the one in the living room back home. Rukia had no doubt that this was definitely Isshin's bed. The last bed near the wall was a mess. The blanket was folded and half of it was dangled on the floor. The pillow was crumpled and the mattress was crooked. This was definitely Ichigo's bed. But where is Ichigo?

She looked in the bathroom only to find it empty. Just then, her stomach began to rumble. Her hunger was killing her. She needed to eat something. Anything. Rukia's violet eyes scanned the messy room intensely before laying their gaze on a small white fridge under the television cabinet. 'There should be some food in there,' she thought as she rushed towards it like a burglar towards a safe. She grabbed the handle of the refridgerator's door and pulled it to open. Her eyes widened of what she saw, Maltesers. Kit Kat. Oreo, Cadbury. Hershey. Toblerone. Ferrero Roche. Her mouth was now as wide as her eyes, and drools of saliva began leaking out the side of her lips. She was not a fan of chocolates. But who could resist when there are bars and bars of branded chocolate were right in front of you? Certainly not Rukia. She could not even explain how the fridge was filled with them. The inn did not look like one of those that provides branded snacks in the fridge; at least not this many. The only reason she could think of was either Ichigo had a serious case of sweet tooth she had no idea about or Isshin was going to have a severe case of diabetes coming to in.

Giving no more thought on the matter, she began unwrapping the Kit Kat wrappers and took a bite from the chocolate covered wafer. Her eyes closed in sensation as her taste bud was drowned in such a heavenly taste. The chocolate caused her throat to be sticky so she raided the fridge for something to drink to clear her throat. She ruffled among the vast number of chocolates and found few soda cans of brand she never seen before. Ignoring that thought, she opened the can and took one large gulp of the drink before choking. The soda tasted weird, but she liked it. So she drink it more and alternatively eating as much chocolate she could in between. Screw dinner. Screw Ichigo. She was in her own heaven.

Back at the fourth floor hallway, the emergency door flew opened and a panting Ichigo fall to the floor on his knees. Right now in his mind, all he can think about was cursing gravity. Science was yet to be proven wrong as it did took him longer to run up the stairs then running down; and far more exhausting. He should've taken the elevator up. He would have if Zuma had not distracted him with his silly comments. The midget as his girlfrind? Yeah right! He admit Rukia was beautiful in her own way; her slender creamed legs, bright moonlit skin, large captivating eyes and perfect curves with adequate chest size. But Ichigo never put much thought in what he really felt about her. Now, he could not stop thinking about it.

Recovering his breath, Ichigo walked towards his room and found his door half open. 'I must have been in a real hurry that I didn't lock it. I bet Rukia just sneaked inside looking for me.' Ichigo thought as he gently pushed the door open and peeked through. He knew Rukia was mad at him for being late to their little dinner. Knowing what the petite creature could do to him when she was just herself, he did not want to picture out the things she would do to him when she's hungry and mad. So Ichigo carefully scanned his room for any signs of Rukia. "Rukia? You in here?" he said. No sign of respond. His room was messy as it was when he left it. Broken vases on the floor. His socks were all over the place, chocolate wrappers and empty can were around his be— wait what the hell? As far as he can recall he did not had any snack when he left or having some barbaric tea party. He rushed in and found the fridge opened and empty. The chocolates were gone. HIS chocolates were gone. The chocolates he was planning to eat when he watch the final game tomorrow was gone. And he knew who the perpetrator was.

"RUKIA!" Ichigo yelled hoping to hear a respond from the thief.

"Ichigo!" the closet next to the door was opened. Rukia walked out of it. "You ditch me…"

"What happened to you? And what were you doing in the closet?" Ichigo asked sounding mad at first but slowly became concerned as he saw Rukia walking towards him in a swaying manner. Her lips were smudged with chocolate and her face was red. Her speech was slurred as she said something that Ichigo could not catch. On her left hand was a halfway eaten Cookies and Cream Hersey Chocolate bar, one of his favorites. His question was answered when he saw a can of Heineken Beer on her right hand, just like the ones that were scattered around the carpet.

"This closet is…bigger than yours…" Rukia slurry speech reached Ichigo. Before he could came up with any respond Rukia suddenly planted her foot on his face and began hopping around the room, laughing.

"What the eff!" Ichigo said as he hold his bleeding nose.

"I'm Chappy! I'm Chappy!" Rukia chirped happily as she hopped around Ichigo. What he observed had just strengthened his earlier conclusion. Rukia was drunk. And high on sugar.

"OI! Midget!" Ichigo grabbed hold of her shoulder as she took another gulp of the beer. Ichigo shooked her hard to get her back to her senses but received a spitted beer on the face instead.

"That's it!" Ichigo angrily yelled as he snatched the beer can from Rukia's hand and threw it out the nearest window in the room. Rukia's drunk behavior began to annoy him. He saw her drank Sake before and maintained sober. Maybe beer was another whole new level for her.

"My soda!" Rukia hopped towards the window and watched as the can of 'soda' plopped down the front yard four story below.

"That is NOT soda!" Ichigo pulled Rukia away from the window before she hopped out of it, "That was dad's beer!" He cursed his dad for bringing it with him in the trip.

Rukia seemed to be ignoring what Ichigo just said as she began to took a bite out of the chocolate on her other hand. Annoyed, Ichigo snatched it too, infuriating Rukia. "And this was MY chocolate!"

"HEY!" Rukia cried as she tried to punch Ichigo but he hold her away with one hand. "Give Chappy back her chocolate!"

"NO!" he rolled his eyes when he realized she was hallucinating herself as the high-on-marijuana rabbit.

"Chappy is hungry!"

"Well you can forget about me taking you out for dinner! I am NOT taking a drunk midget out!"

"Chappy wants chocolate!"

"Well 'Chappy' can say bye bye to this chocolate!" Ichigo grinned as he took a large bite of the remaining Hershey. The white chocolate with bits of cookies melted in his mouth. Part of him loved this chocolate because Rukia took a bite from the same one.

"NO! CHOCOLATE!" Before Ichigo could finish swallowing the chocolate, Rukia jumped on him and pushed them both to the floor. She then pressed her lips to Ichigo's and her tongue begs for an entrance. Out of reflex, his mouth opened up and he felt Rukia's tongue licking the un-swallowed chocolate from his teeth, tongue and inner cheek; practically eating them. Ichigo's tongue was moving involuntary as it was doing the same to Rukia's. She tasted like chocolates….and a whole lot of beer. Their little 'chocolate tongue dance' lasted at least a minute before Rukia sat up on Ichigo's lap and raised her hand.

"Chocolate tasted good…." Rukia said before she plopped back to Ichigo's chest and began to snore timidly. Ichigo lied still as he felt Rukia's breathing chest on his. His face was red just like Rukia, only he could not tell if hers was due to what just happened or the alcohol. This was not how he imagined his first kiss with Rukia would be. Yes, he had imagined kissing Rukia. Only the surrounding was more romantic; like the school rooftop during sunset or at a plain green field facing Karakura Town, and Rukia was….well, not drunk.

"I hope she doesn't remember any of this in the morning." Ichigo said, looking down at the sleeping drunken midget on his chest. Ichigo felt comfortable, completed and special when Rukia was on him. He put one hand below his head to act as a pillow while the other arm was holding Rukia gently to his chest.. This would be an awkward position for them if anyone would see it. But he did not care. What were the chances that anyone would barged in the room and—

"SOOONNN! DADDY'S BACK…OH?" Isshin burst into the room with a plastic bag of 'Zulu Cuisine' take-out and paused as he looked at he mess the room was in and saw the position his son was in with Rukia.

"ICHIGO!" Isshin dropped the plastic bag and jumped happily. "YOU MADE ME SOME GRANDCHILDREN! And I see you two prefer to do it with the help of alcohol!"

Later that night, Isshin had a hard time removing the pieces shattered glass of the bathroom mirror from his face.

Soul Society

Uruhara Kisuke was walking around the building that he was the founder of; The Research and Technology Department, a big contribution that he had given for the welfare of Soul Society. He reached the room that was used to be a Twelfth Division Capatain sleeping quarter, which he turned into a lab. He then went to Hiyori's old bedroom, which now belongs to Nemu. Uruhara smiled as he walked down the memory lane during the time when Hiyori's sandal would meet his nose as a regular basis, Shinji would came by once in a while giving him advice on how to handle a squad and when he was still respected as a captain. That was until Aizen began his evil scheme and turned his friends to what he now know as Vizard and caused his banishment from Soul Society. Uruhara smiled lightly at the events, for what seemed to be a bad situation at that time had led him to a greater life; Owning a candy store, meeting Ichigo and his friends and falling in love…with his hat.

Uruhara patted the brim of his hat at the thought. Now he was reaching the main laboratory of Mayuri's lab. He looked at the Interworld Media Converter that was damaged by Ikkaku earlier. He's been fixing it until nightfall. The only things left to do was to get some spare parts of some broken components from his shop back in the living world, which he would ask someone to get in the morning for right now he was tired. Ikkaku was on the couch, snoring heavily. He had helped Uruhara as much as he could earlier so right now the blonde ex-captain let him rest.

He proceeded to the nearest window to look at the backyard, which was currently in a mess. It was raining slightly so the twelfth squad members were struggling to cover the big screen TV with a large clothes. The VIP tent in the middle was filled with those who wished to shelter themselves from the rain, only to be kicked out by a drunk Matsumoto for taking her personal space. On one corner, some shinigamis were still playing a game of soccer despote the wet ground. In front of the building's entrance stood the Secret Corps, guarding the area from the restless shinigamis who wanted to kill Ikkaku for ruining their chance to watch the World Cup…which is another reason why he let Ikkaku sleep inside. Then, he smiled when he sensed the presence of someone who he had known for years entering the lab.

"My, my, what had I done to receive your presence here Soi Fon?" Uruhara said in glee, waving his fan as he curtsied playfully. Soi Fon mainatned her stoic face as she stood at the door, hands behind her back.

"Captain Commander Yamamoto told me to check on you." Soi Fon replied.

Uruhara grinned, "Well, it's almost done. I've fixed the machine. All I need now was to get some spare parts from the living world. I'd get Renji or Tessai deliver them for me in the morning, since it's kinda late already. And besides," Uruhara faked a yawn, "I'm kinda sleepy right now."

"Very well then. I shall deliver your report. Good night." Soi Fon said before walking out of the room.

"Wait, Soi Fon." Uruhara addressed her before he loses sight of the Second Division Captain. Soi Fon stopped and turned her head.

"What?"

"Dine with me."

"What?" Soi Fon almost coughed. This time the same question was said with a disbelief tone.

"Have dinner with me." Uruhara rephrased. "I'm quite hungry right now and I wish to have a company. Someone to talk to. I don't think Ikkaku-san would like to talk in his condition."

Soi Fon looked at the said sleeping Shinigami on the couch before returning her glance to the blonde man. "No. I have plans. I need to help my squad maintaining the riot at the yard."

"Come on Soi Fon," Uruhara walked towards her. "Have a break once in a while. Lets just have a nice dinner together and talk." He put one hand on her shoulder only to receive a jab on the face by the Secret Corp Captain.

"Do not touch me!" Soi Fon said to the fallen Uruhara on the floor. "Why would I dine with a bum like you?"

Uruhara rubbed his swollen nose and smiled, annoying Soi Fon, "because you came here to see if this bum was hungry or not." Soi Fon blushed at the truth in the man's statement. Damn it, was she so transparent?

"No…I told you. I came here because Captain Commander Yamamoto asked me to check on your job."

"But oddly, he already sent Ukitake to check on me ten minutes ago." Uruhara now pretended to act confuse as he covered his smile with his fan. Soi Fon struggled to find a respond to free herself from Uruhrara's statement, but failed.

"Besides, I saw the pack of rice ball you were holding behind your back earlier. The ones I assumed you got for me?" Uruhara broke her silence.

True enough, Soi Fon was holding a pack of rice balls behind her back. She cursed herself for being so obvious in her visit. She could have given Uruhara some logical excuses, but somehow she couldn't. Uruhara saw right through her.

"Come on. I know a nice place where we could eat the rice balls together." Uruhara handed out his hand. Soi Fon was still speechless and motionless. So Uruhara grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. Soi Fon was about to give him another punch but the sensation of his hands on hers stopped her. His touch was gentle, mature and comforting. And deep inside her arrogant and mean shell, she wished it never ends.

OOOHH!

Is this a UruharaxSoiFon pairing?

Wait and find out WHAHAHAHAH! The pairing was random cause I wrote this with what ever idea that came in my head.

Hows that scene of IchiRuki? LOL I hope its not over the top or anything.

And I am sorry if there are OOCs.

You can point them out to me if you want. But if their OOc is meant for the plot, I can't help it. xD

(Im having exams for the next 3 weeks so hiatus would be expected. I shall continue this story after that hopefully but I swear this will not left incompleted)

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Arrancar Encyclopedia…

Gin: Today we are gonna talk about the Media Chamber

(screen goes on showing video of Media chamber as Gin pointed his cane on it)

The Media Chamber is a room in Las Noches with the latest Technology you can find in the human world, courtesy of Tousen and Szayel. We have few computers, WiFi access, surround sound DVD and large flat screen plasma TV. This is exactly the room where I have my segments with—what the hell?

(All Espadas come in the room and gather themselves in front of Gin)

-Gin: What are you all doing here?

-Nnoitra: We're here to watch the Final Soccer Game on TV you fox-head.

-Yammy: YEAH! So move aside!

(Yammy carries Gin away from screen)

-Gin: Let me go! HEY!

-Starkk: I'm taking the front seat.

-Nnoitra: HEY! THAT"S MY SEAT!

-Starkk: Not anymore.

-Gin: HEY! THIS IS MY AIRTIME!

All Espadas: Shhhhhhhhhhhh!

(Yammy throws Gin out of the room and locked the door)

(Gin frantically knocks the door)

(Long silence as the Espadas watches a blank screen on the TV)

-Harribel: Did Aizen-sama say the game would be tonight…or tomorrow night?

-Gin: (cries outside the room) MY AIRTIME!