"Kurosaki-kun! do you want to try some of my new cookies?!" the owner of the voice was Orihime, a long ginger haired female who my king seemed to have a minor obsession with. minor going to say he would go so far as- "KING! DON'T EAT THAT-!" I exclaimed as my ginger headed idiot for a master grabbed a cookie and stuffed it into his face. we waited a few seconds for the taste to sink in then gagged simultaneously as it hit us like a battering ram to our tongues, I felt my existence slowly disappearing from the real world back into king's mind-scape from the poisonous cookies.
"KING! that is IT! the last straw, the final defiance the-" "act of rebelliousness that ensured her the spot at the very top of our prankee list?" I was about to reply in the positive but the old man beat me to it "and mine." . I stared in shock at the sunglasses wearing sword, my albino face slowly turning whiter than was really possible in fearful shock."Y-Ya AGREE with meh and king?!" . The old man shook his head in mirth "That woman needs to learn not to cook such demons of the dough." I stared some more but was broken out of my stupor by a dazed king falling into the mind-scape not even his usual frown in place as he slowly crawled over to us, face pale in the manner of a sick child. "... wasabi sauce... red... paste... burn..." I looked at him confused but he had already passed out. Is that even possible inside your own mind...?
"I believe Ichigo just told us to burn the red paste and wasabi sauce." I blinked slowly as it hit me, a soft 'OH!' escaped my lips when I realized what he said. I cocked my head when a predicament floated into my head, we couldn't get out of kings head. I was about to voice the problem when the old man opened his mouth to speak "We can try to summon it here. I can materialise out there so I might be able to summon it here" I shrugged, it was his idea so he could try it out. I sat down on a wall and closed my eyes, only to open them a moment later when I heard a sploshing sound. a red and purple mass of some kind hovered in the air in front of us with some of it dripping to cause the sploshing sound. I glanced at the old man and saw him pointing zangetsu at it, beads of sweat forming on his face.
I dived into our headquarters, grabbed some fire and threw it onto the pile of demonic food, if it could even be called that. the old man stared at me. "Did you just handle fire Shiro...?" I smirked in response. "Damn straight ah did!" he shook his head and materialised some pillows around us in a den like setting. i fell back onto them with a distant huff of joy. another day gone by, another person pranked to their death! I cracked one eye open when i heard a soft thud only to see the old man shifting on the bean bags he had made for himself trying to get comfy. I snickered. he glared.
I tilted my head back and listened through kings ears to the demon that was Orihime Inoue screeching insults to the sky. "NO! NO MY PRECIOUS, WHY, WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME ALONE!?" and other such things floated through our ears. "Life is good ain't it Old man?" a soft nod was my only response.