I don't own Bleach.
The members of the Shinigami Women's Association stared at the new object.
"It looks funny," declared Yachiru.
"What's it do?" asked Kiyone.
"What is it again?" Rangiku wondered aloud.
Nanao sighed and pushed up her glasses. "For the last time, it's a filing cabinet! I though we could really use one! It stores all of our papers in a way that makes everything easy to find."
The short, pink-haired president walked over to it and opened the bottom drawer (the only one she could reach). The other women looked on as she dove in and started swimming in the papers, surfacing a few seconds later with a file.
Nanao couldn't believe her eyes – all of her hard work filing that stuff, gone! Ruined!
"Hey, vice-president, what's this? It says 'Skeleton'."
Everyone looked around at everyone else. Skeleton? What in the world was that? Then, all at once, they remembered and ran toward Yachiru.
"Don't look at that!"
"Madame President, avoid gazing upon the contents for your sanity's sake!"
"We still have that?"
But it was too late. Yachiru opened the file and her eyes became large as saucers. She shot out of the secret meeting room in the Kuchiki manor and tore down the halls screaming "Save me, Ken-chan! It's scary! I'm gonna have nightmares for ever!"
The rest of the Association sat around and tried not to look at the various photos that Yachiru had thrown into the air in her panic.
"So which one of us is brave enough to go pick up the pictures of Yamamoto?" asked Soi Fon. No one answered.