I do not own Bleach, Ipod, Houki Boshi which is by Younha and her people, or any campains for Hilary Clinton, ect. Lyrics are in italics and inclined on the left.
"...You have to sing Houki Boshi!" squealed Yachiru. Byakuya's eyes widened just enough to hint he was a bit apalled. He held up his hand in front of his mouth and gave a cough.
"E-excuse me...?!" Rukia asked, shocked. Renji burst out laughing until Rukia smacked him on the head and he fell over, causing him to slip into a temporary unconciousness.
"Uh huh!" she said nodding. She clapped her hands madly.
"Is there an alternative...?" he finally uttered.
"It's either that or vote for Hilary Clinton in the coming elections!" shouted Kira, laughing. Byakuya stood there in silence and shook his head quickly for no.
"Then it's singing time!" said Yachiru. "Can anyone here play piano? Or do they have a recording of it?"
"I do," said Nanao, blushing. "I can play piano and I have a recording of it..."
"Really Nanao...?" said Shunsui, her captain, smurking.
"Shut up!" she muttered and hit him on the arm with her thick book.
"Ouch!"
"Go and get it book girl!" ordered Yachiru. Nanao quickly ran to the door and sprinted away to her quarters. "Get ready Byaku chan!" said Yachiru.
Nanao sprinted to her room and quickly opened her drawers and grabbed her iPod which had Houki Boshi on it. She ran back out and slammed the door, attempting to remember the fingerings for the song.
"Anyone got a portable keyboard?" asked Yachiru.
"I do," murmured Hitsugaya.
"I'll go get it taicho," said Matsumoto bowing and running out of the room.
"Aww, Hitsugaya kun has a keyboard, how cute. Can you even play...?" Ichigo teased as he sat next to Chad and Ishida. Hitsugaya stood up and walked over to Ichigo's face, directly in front of it. Ichigo felt his breath and tensed, giving a pathetic smile.
"For one thing boy," said Histugaya grimacing, "You call me Hitsugaya taicho or you don't talk to me at all. Which at a lot of times I would prefer."
"But!"
"No buts! Second, yes I have a keyboard and can play so shut the hell up about it. It's not your damn problem." Both were silent for a moment. "...Say yes Hitsugaya taicho...!" the steaming captain muttered.
"...Yes Hitsugaya..."
"Hitsugaya what?"
"...Hitsugaya taicho. Yes Hitsugaya taicho," Ichigo grumbled looking the fierce white hair in the eyes.
"That's right," he said. He turned back around and stormed away, back to the table he had been perched upon. Then Matsumoto and Nanao both heaved into the room, the door slamming open with their weight, both of them standing there, sweating.
"We tried to make it here as fast as we could!" explained Matsumoto.
"Like crap! You stole my book, now give it back!" whined Nanao.
"But it's fun teasing you!"
"Give it back!"
"C'mon!"
"Give it back! Give it back now!"
"Catch Shunsui taicho!" yelled Matsumoto and she flung it. Nanao's heart fell to her feet as it soared and the questionably drunk captain easily caught it.
"Ah ah ah Nanao!" he said.
"What do I have to do then...?!" she yelled.
"Spin the bottle next!" he cackled sweety and winked.
"Oh very well," she said blushing and straightening her glasses.
"Good Nanao," he said and tossed it to her. Bad choice Shunsui. It hit her in the head and she fell over.
"Ow!"
"Nanao!" said Shunsui surprised. He ran over to her and helped her up. She clutched the book in one arm as he lifted her with her other arm.
"You idiot!" she said and wacked him with her book again.
"Ow!"
"Okay everyone!" said Yachiru, bringing their memories back to the issue at hand. "I've hooked up the microphone so bring over the iPod so we can hook it into the speakers and the keyboard too." Both Nanao and Matsumoto walked over to her and offered her the items. Yachiru quicklu stuck the little plugs in the sockets and everything was set as she placed the items on the side table. Then she shoved her handwritten lyrics in Byakuya's face. Ho oddly accepted them from the little girl and scanned over them. I think I've heard this before, maybe Rukia..., he thought, suddenly remembering how the lyrics went.
"Okay Byaku!" Yachiru announced as she went to sit down. Grudgingly he picked up the microphone and examined it briefly in his hands. Nanao got up and walk over to the keyboard on the table, setting her book down and getting ready to start her iPod. "Shut up everyone!" Yachiru shouted over the murmurs circling around the room. Quickly they died down and all eyes were either on Byakuya, Yachiru, or Nanao. "Go ahead," Yachiru comanded. Before Byakuya even had time to clear his throat, let alone prepare himself for his immenent doom, Nanao pressed play and began tapping the keys.
The beautiful piano and electric guitar mixed in the air and then Byakuya had to start singing.
Yozora o miage hitori houkiboshi o mita no...
Isshun de hajikete wa kiete shimatta kedo...
Anata no koto omou to mune ga itaku naru no...
Ima sugu aitai yo dakedo sora wa tobenai kara...
Rukia coughed abrupty as she heard his deep voice pierce the air and tried to stiffle her laugh. He looked so embarrassed and...yeah Rukia you're not dreaming, he's blushing!
...Ame ga futte iyada to boyaiteita toki ni...
Anata ga itta koto ima demo oboeteru...
Ame no ato no yozora wa kirei ni hoshi ga deru...
Sore o kangaeru to ame mo suki ni nareru yo ne to...
Byakuya cracked on a couple notes and stared into space as he sang. How humiliating. How utterly humiliating. He would have rather spun that damn bottle and had to go in the closet with someone. It didn't matter. He wouldn't of even objected if he had gotten that Kurosaki moron...if he had known what was coming for him.
Moshi atashi ga houkiboshi ni nareta naraba...
Afureru hikari furasu yo itsumo...
Kanashii toki yozora miru anata ga...
Egao ni naru youni motto kagayakitai...
Musical rests...musical rests...breathe Byakuya, breathe...come on, you can do this. Or can you? Mwahahah! thought Yachiru happily. This is payback for the time you wouldn't play ponies with me!
Anata wa itsumo hitori nanika to tatakatteru...
Soba ni iru koto shika atashi ni wa dekinai kedo...
Moshi atashi ga houkiboshi ni nareta naraba...
Sora kakenuke tonde iku kitto...
Kanarazu todoku ko no isshun no hikari de...
Anata no IMA terashi sora o megurou...
Atashi ga houkiboshi ni nareta naraba...
Kitto soba ni ite ageru, donna toki mo...
Finally the song was done. Byakuya walked away from the center of the circle and Nanao stopped her iPod, fingers tired.
"Would you do it again...?" asked Matsumoto, trying not to laugh as she asked the standard question.
"Never," he muttered and disappeared through the door to his room. Never-fucking-again.
"Nii sama!" called Rukia but she was too late. She held a straight face.
"It's okay Rukia chan, you can smile," said Matsumoto. She laughed and Rukia finally gave a long awaited smirk.
"W-What happened?" asked Renji, who had just now woken up from his coma-ish state. "I dreamt that we were all riding on pianos...and comets...and...kareoke...and chicken..."
"I like chicken!" pitched in Yachiru. Rukia finally realized that she'd actually knocked him out cold.
"Sorry about that Renji...," she muttered, sad. "I accidentally knocked you out..." He looked at her a bit annoyed but then smiled.
"No worries."
"So I can go get Byakuya and tell him to take out his fury on you?" asked Ichigo, a few rows away.
"Damn. Ichigo you moron, no."
"Nanao's turn!" sang Shunsui from the back. "Go on up there my little Nanao!"
"Shut up taicho."
"Oi, I'm you're taicho...!" he gurgled through the small sake he had just drank.
"Correction; you're my drunken taicho," she said annoyed, straigtening her glasses.
"Come on up," urged Matsumoto. Nanao trudgingly walked forward to the center of this huge cicle-oval thing, pocketing her iPod.
Meanwhile Byakuya turned off the lights and went to go sit in his bed and think as the moonlight shone down on his cream bedspread. Oh the embarrassment. No, never again. His journal entry he had made only just now consisted of these few words:
Spin the bottle. Stupid thing. Entire idea irrelevant. Who will keep order around here except for me? I wonder sometimes. As I was leaving I could tell Shunsui was as drunk as a dog. That's what's to be expected. Note to self: avoid Zaraki's subordinant. Payback's a bitch.
A/N: The end, I hope it was okay. I think my computer's working alright now so I'll be able to update but I'll let you know if this has to go on hold or something (which hopefully it won't). Thanks for reading. Reviews make me happy. :D
Edit! By the way, on the whole Hilary Clinton thing, I actually like her, she was just the first name to come to mind. I like her and McCain. Go Mccain! :D