Author's Notes: Konnichiwa, minna-san! I was supposed to update this last week but I decided to sleep and do manga macros for capslockbleach instead. So sorry. Anyhoo, this should be the last part, so yeah. Enjoy! -bows-

Warning-AU, shounen ai/yaoi, SOME het, silliness, HUMOR, some OOCness, mix up of Japanese and English things sort of

Pairings-AizenxGin, IchigoxIshida, IchigoxGrimmjow, TeslaxShuuhei if you squint, GinxRangiku, GinxKira, SzayelxIshida hints

Summary-A multiple chapter fic of the Bleach people and their high school adventures. Cliché, but yet so original!

Disclaimer-Don't own. Don't sue. Don't ask. Don't tell. If I owned Bleach, it would stop ruining people's fan fiction, but keep the plot going at the same time!

'blah' -thoughts

X -change of scene

A Series of Tales Full of Hilariousness

Chapter 9: Gin and Hana-chan's April Fools Adventure pt.3 A (hehehe)

Rukia, Renji, Matsumoto, Hinamori, Hisagi, and Izuru stood near the entrance of the school by the performing arts hallway; their usual meeting place.

"So, Renji," Rukia started, "What are you, Ikkaku, Nnoitra, Il Forte, and Grimmjow gonna do to poor Hanatarou today?"

Renji grinned. "I can't tell you that. It's classified info, there."

Rukia rolled her eyes. "Couldn't you guys give him a break for just one day? He's such a sweet kid. He doesn't deserve you guys picking on him."

Renji scoffed. "We know he's a nice kid and that he doesn't deserve it, but…" he paused to gather his thoughts. "There's just something in the code of a man that says, 'Pick on those that are weaker than you' or somethin' to that effect. You wouldn't understand since you're a girl and all you fight about is make-up and hot guys and shit."

Matsumoto glared and threw her half-eaten doughnut at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean, asshole?!"

"It means exactly what I said. It's not exactly true, but I'm just provin' a point. You girls pick on each other for different reasons than guys. Besides, if you think about it, we're doin' him a favor."

Hinamori sighed. "Renji, how is picking on someone as nice as Hanatarou doing him a favor?"

"Seriously." Hisagi said in agreement. "The kid's already scared of his own shadow. Remember the first day we met him? Izuru and Momo said 'hi' to him and he nearly pissed his pants."

"Because." Renji started, fully prepared to defend his argument, "It'll help him get used to the real world. Eventually he'll get sick of us picking on him and he'll develop a back bone and stand up for himself. It might not be today, hell, it might not be this year, but it'll happen eventually." Renji nodded in emphasis.

Rukia sighed in exasperation. "Renji, you're a complete and total retard."

Renji folded his arms over his chest and pouted. "I am not…"

"Yes you are." said a gruff voice.

They looked up to see who the voice belonged to and gasped in shock.

There stood Grimmjow and Ichigo standing side-by-side with matching black hair and scowls, and fading black splotches on their temples. Their hands also had somewhat grey splotches on them.

It was silent until they all started laughing. Renji and Rukia were practically rolling on the ground while Hinamori and Izuru decided to be more polite and covered their mouths to hide their huge grins.

Uryuu and Szayel walked over to the group to see what the noise was all about. They looked at the two boys and couldn't hide their smirks and giggles very well.

Renji got off the ground and dusted himself off. "What the hell happened to you two?"

Ichigo shoved Renji away when he tried to touch his hair. "Cut it out."

Grimmjow found himself pushing away Szayel, although with little to no force for fear of what Aizen would do if he severely hurt his number one researcher. "Don't touch it, it's not dry yet-", he was cut off when Matsumoto ran up to him and started running her fingers through his hair.

"Ooo, Grimmjow." Matsumoto cooed. "You look even hotter than before!"

Ichigo scowled deeply. "What the hell are you talking about? He looked just as hot before!"

The group just stared at him with wide eyes.

Ichigo frowned with flushed cheeks. "I like his blue hair better…" he mumbled.

Matsumoto sighed. "It is a little sad not seeing him with blue hair."

Ishida walked over to Ichigo and gently caressed his hair. "It does look rather nice on you, but I do miss your signature orange hair." He kissed Ichigo softly on slightly parted lips and smiled at his blush.

Ichigo smiled and realized just how much he missed Uryuu. He smiled even wider when he noticed Szayel rolling his eyes with a frown. "Thanks."

"So, why'd you dye it?"

Grimmjow growled. "That's just it! We didn't do it! That idiot Ichimaru did it!"

"Gin did this?" Izuru asked. "How?"

"That asshole snuck into our house this morning. I caught him coming out of my bathroom and he said some crap about Aizen telling him to make sure we were getting a good sleep and that he was just using my bathroom. I didn't think anything of it cuz Aizen's done some sick shit like that before. He put something in my shampoo. I didn't notice until I was finished."

"How could you not notice?" Szayel asked.

Grimmjow looked off to the side. "I was… busy."

"How is Ichigo's hair black too?" Hinamori asked.

Grimmjow stopped and sent a questioning look to Ichigo who was blushing furiously.

"I was… spending the night over at his house."

Ishida gave him a blank stare. "Why?"

"I was helping with something…" he muttered.

Szayel smirked. "I'm sure you were." Renji and Rukia snickered.

"Your sarcasm does not become you, butt hole." Ichigo said through gritted teeth.

"He was helping me though!" Grimmjow said in the formerly orange haired boy's defense.

"Yeah." Renji scoffed. "With your cock."

Izuru nudged the red head in his side. "Renji!"

"What? Ichigo's a promiscuous whore, remember? Nemu said it herself."

"That's hot! I'd love to see that!" Matsumoto cooed.

"Rangiku!"

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "If you don't believe us, then that's your problem. I don't have to explain shit to you people. And you." He looked to Matsumoto. "Don't involve me in your sick yaoi fantasies."

Ichigo nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Anyway, that wasn't all he did. He put peanut butter in my fucking underwear!"

Renji guffawed. "Peanut butter? Where the hell did he get that?(1) So, what, are you going commando, right now?"

"Yeah! I'm gonna punch his grinning face in when I see him!" He looked at Kira. "Where is that fox faced bastard?"

"I don't know. I don't really see him in the mornings all that much..."

"I know where he probably is." Grimmjow grumbled and stalked off.

"Wait up. We wanna see this too!" Renji said and followed after Grimmjow along with most of the group.

Ichigo and Shuuhei stopped and turned back to see Szayel and Ishida talking in hushed tones.

"What's going on between them, Ichigo?" Hisagi asked.

"I dunno."

"Are you guys having problems or something?"

"Well…" Ichigo paused not exactly knowing how to phrase it. "Sometimes I'd find myself getting kinda… bored. I still love him, but I dunno…"

"Instead of going off with other people, you could both try talking to each other. Trust me, I know. Messing with more than one person is a fast way to destroy a relationship."

Ichigo stared at Hisagi with wide-eyes. "Shit. I'm sorry Shuuhei."

Hisagi raised his hand in dismissal. "It's okay. I'm over it. I realized that while me and Renji loved each other our relationship was almost purely physical. We've both made peace with it and moved on, but you and Ishida are more than that. I can tell. Just promise me you'll talk to him before its too late, okay?"

Ichigo nodded. "I promise." He looked back at the two. "Uh, Uryuu you coming?"

Ishida whipped around and smiled. "Yeah, I'm coming." He ran up to Ichigo and laced their fingers together, ignoring the frowning Szayel.

XXX

Somewhere off in the library, Gin and Hanatarou walked to the section near the back where the computers were located.

"So… what are we doing, Ichimaru?"

"For the last time, Hana-chan, call me Gin. Geez, you're jus' like my lil' Izuru."

"Oh, uh, Gin. What are we doing?"

Gin walked over to a fax machine, pulled out a few papers, and punched in a few numbers. "Just pullin' a little prank on Yama-ji."

"But Gin-"

"Oh, relax. He won't know it was us."

"How can you be so sure?"

He held up the papers he was faxing. They were all filled with pink flowers and random designs. "Tell me, my dear Hana-chan, who's the teacher that has that god-awful obsession with flowers and funky patterns, hmm?"

"Oh, that would be Kyouraku-sensei, the art teacher."

"Exactly an' he's always doin' stuff to make Yama-ji mad. This way, he'll just think it was him who did it, like always."

"That doesn't seem fair."

He frowned at the small boy. "Wake up, Hana-chan! Life isn't fair. That's why ya gotta get it before it gets you. In your case though, it'd be most o' the people we're prankin' today. You're not gonna stand there and tell me ya don't think Abarai-kun and his friends don't have somethin' planned for ya, are you?" He smiled when the boy said nothing. "Good. Well, we're finished here. We gotta stop some where, 'k?"

"Okay." They started walking. "Um, just one thing Gin, do I really have to walk around with felt flowers all over my pants?"

"Yeah, just like I hafta walk around with a fox tail attached to mine. This way we'll be able to prove we got pranked along with the rest of 'em!"

"Where did you get a fox tail, cat ears, and whiskers anyway?"

"Oh, an anime convention." He grinned.

x

"Alright, here we are." Gin announced.

"The boy's locker room?" Hanatarou asked confused.

"Yeah, we gotta prank Tousen an' Hitsugaya. They have P.E. first period an' they like ta get to their classes super early." He stopped at a specific row of lockers. "Ah, here they are. The one on the bottom is Shirou-chan's." He handed Hanatarou a bag. "Dump out his back pack, turn it inside out, put everythin' in the bag I just handed you in there, and we'll keep all his stuff. It's basically just a switcheroo with a twist, yeah? Tell me when yer done an' I'll zip tie it shut."

"Um, okay." He got to work on his task. "What are you going to do to Tousen?"

"Well, he's always wearin' slacks, button down shirts or sweaters, an' nice shoes. I think he should dress more like the American definition of… urban, ya know?" He finished with a grin.

"Urban?"

"Yeah, ya know. Like all the rappers."

"Oh…" Hanatarou trailed off, not having anything to say. "I'm done."

"Good, good. Alright, let me zip tie it shut, do away with Tousen's old clothes, an' we can get outta here."

x

"Where are we now?" Hanatarou asked.

"This is the room where Aizen's fanclub meets. They're always dyin' ta know stuff about Sousuke. Today we're gonna help 'em out." He picked up a piece of chalk and began to write on the board.

"'This just in: Aizen Sousuke's favorite food is tacos. Let's all buy him some.' Is his favorite food really tacos?"

"Nah, it's lasagna with garlic bread. I dun think I've ever even seen him eat a taco."

"So then why are you-"

"Aw, c'mon. What fun is April Fools without prankin' my boyfriend, eh?"

"I thought Kira Izuru was your boyfriend." Hanatarou said.

"He is."

"…but so is Aizen?"

"Yeah."

"But that's not… normal-"

"What's normal anyway?" Gin sighed. "Let's get outta here. We ain't done yet."

XXX

From inside the Espada's meeting room Grimmjow sat seething as some of the other Espada along with their Fracción and Aizen laughed at him.

"So my kitsune did this, hmm?" Aizen smiled, head propped on his knuckles.

Tesla frowned from where he was standing next to Shuuhei. "I was wondering what he and that boy were doing in the house..."

"You mean you saw that friggin' retard-"

"Now, now Grimmjow-san, I'm afraid I can't tolerate anyone talking badly about my kitsune." Aizen frowned slightly and looked up as the door opened. He smirked. "Ah, speaking of the kitsune…"

Gin waved from his position at the door. "Hey, y'all!"

Grimmjow jumped up from his seat and he and Ichigo rammed Gin into the wall almost knocking over poor Hanatarou.

"You asshole, look what you did to us!"

"You're buying me new underwear!"

"Well, well, ain't this fair? Attackin' a poor boy such as myself when I ain't armed at all."

"Poor boy?" Ichigo said with a blank stare.

"Yeah, ya know, like in Bohemian Rhapsody. I am just a poor boy and nobody loves me." He sang.

"He is just a poor boy from a poor family." Renji sang.

"Spare him his life from this monstrosity." Rukia added.

"SHUT UP!" Grimmjow screamed.

"Easy come easy go, will you let me go?" Gin finished.

"That's it! I'm gonna punch your fuckin' head in!" Grimmjow raised his fist, but stopped as Stark ran into the room and hugged all the Espada.

Lilinette slowly followed behind. "He's been like this for awhile now." She said, answering their questioning stares.

Stark suddenly plopped himself in a chair next to Halibel and began talking excitedly. "Hola, Halli Bell! Ya know, one time I had a dream where I got punched in the nose and my nose started bleeding in the dream and I woke up suddenly 'cause I felt something warm on my face and my nose was actually gushing blood! It bled for like 15 mintues, I swear! Once, Lilinette and some of her friends dragged me off to watch that Happy Feet movie with them. It was really stupid. The whole point was to watch penguins dance, but they decided they had to try and add plot to the movie."

Halibel sweat dropped. "O-okaaay…"

Stark suddenly turned to Grimmjow. "Did you know you're number one on Luppi's hit list?"

Grimmjow looked at him incredulously. "Hit list?" He turned to Ichigo when he heard him cough. "What the fuck is that?"

"Uh… Well, it's um…" Ichigo blushed nervously.

"Yes. He's always telling all his friends how he's gonna nail you by the end of the year and you'll both "ride off into the sunset in his cool car and do it all night" or some stupid thing like that. I heard he's even writing some story about the two of you and all you do in it is go on romantic dates and they all end with you screwing on the dining room table or in the kitchen or in a movie theatre or in your car or in some sleazy hotel or something like that. The whole thing is incredibly stoopid. So stoooopid." Stark finished.

The group only stared at him with wide eyes.

Lilinette turned to Gin. "What the hell did you do to him?"

Gin smiled nervously. "All I did was replace his water with an energy drink. Guess I kinda over did it on this one, ne?"

"Quite." Aizen said with laughter. "It is rather funny though."

"Since Sousuke finds it funny the rest o' ya shouldn't have a problem, yeah?"

Grimmjow glowered at the silver haired boy.

"What? The dye'll only last a day. T'aint permanent, I promise." He held out his hand to Grimmjow. "Truce?"

Grimmjow begrudgingly shook it. "Fine…"

"Good. By the way, Gin. Why on earth are you wearing all that?" Aizen asked, curious.

"I found it layin' all out for me ta wear this mornin' Sousuke. The fox tail was sewed on and I didn't have anythin' else to wear. I figured I might as well wear the rest o' it in good spirit. I look good, yeah?"

Nnoitra snorted. "Ya look retarded-

Aizen cut in with glare at Nnoitra who shrank back in fear. "I think you look cute." He gave Gin a handsome smile. "I always call you my kitsune, do I not?"

"Ya do, Sousuke." Gin grinned.

They all looked to the door as Ulquiorra entered with his cell phone up to his ear. "No, no. …listen. I do not know where you received this number from, but I am not looking for a girlfriend nor do I need or want one. Do not call this number again." He flipped his phone shut.

"What was that all about?" Grimmjow asked.

"I have not the faintest clue. All morning I've been receiving phone calls from random girls talking about going on dates and becoming my girlfriend. The only people who should have my phone number at all are all this room."

Ulquiorra's phone rang again and he flipped it open. "I do not know where you received this number from, but-"

"Ulquiorra?" The door opened and there stood Matsumoto with her phone up to her ear. She hung up. "So it really is your number!"

"Hey, Ran-chan!" Gin waved.

"Gin? What the hell are you wearing? Hanatarou, what are you doing here and what happened to your pants?" The strawberry blonde giggled.

"Enough about, them. How the hell did you get Ulquiorra's number?" Grimmjow asked.

"Oh, you don't know? Some one painted it all over the bathroom wall in the girl's bathroom upstairs by the library. 'Girlfriend desperately needed. Call Ulquiorra "Ukelala" Schiffer at 555-5555 (2) to set up a date.' That's what it said. It was painted in bright green right above the sink and the mirrors." She finished with a smile.

For once Ulquiorra's face registered shock. They all looked at Gin.

Gin shook his head and raised his hands in defeat. "Wrong again, duckies. T'ain't me this time." He lied.

Renji sniggered. "Looks like yer gonna hafta get a new number."

Ulquiorra's face went back to its usual expressionless state. "Quite. Aizen-sama, may I please be excused to handle this?"

"You may."

"Thank you, sir." He bowed once and left the room.

Aizen regarded the group. "Hm. Looks like we're down two Espada today."

"Two, sir?" Szayel asked.

"Stark." Aizen said simply.

They all looked at the dark haired Espada as he rambled on about jelly beans and Kingdom Hearts 2 to Halibel who could only sit there and nod.

"He's obviously in no condition to make any sort of rational decisions today." He sighed and stood up. "I'll be right back. I'm going to my office." The tall brown haired teen stood up and went outside.

"Student body presidents get an office?" Hisagi asked.

"Not originally, but Aizen-sama suggested it'd be a good idea since the job gets stressful." Tesla said.

"Stressful?"

"Do you not think that his job can be stressful?" Tesla asked him.

"Um… I guess it can be…" Shuuhei said, unnerved by the dead-on stare the pretty boy was giving him.

"GINYANOTE!" Bellowed a voice.

They all rushed into the hall way and stood crowded in the door way of Aizen's office. Yammy even held Aaroniero's fish tank up to see.

Renji exploded in laughter along with most of the group. "What the hell?!"

Matsumoto giggled. "What's with all the tacos?"

They all turned to Gin and waited.

Gin grinned. "Okay, I might've 'accidentally' slipped Sousuke's fanclub a note saying he liked tacos and to bring him many."

Aizen rolled his eyes. "Of all the things to suggest Gin, why did it have to be tacos?"

"Aw, c'mon Sousuke, everyone likes tacos!"

Renji, who had been eyeing the tacos from the very start, looked to Aizen. "So since you don't like 'em…"

"Feel free to eat them. In fact, I want all of you to eat as many as you possibly can." Aizen said as he sat in his white, plastic swivel chair.

No sooner did the words leave his mouth, Renji and Rukia began gathering up as many as they could and stuffed them into their backpacks.

"Yes! They're still warm!" Rukia said, practically drooling.

"Ooo, a burrito!" Renji said with glee. "Izuru, start grabbing some. We'll get enough for Ikkaku and the others."

"U-um, alright."

Kira began delicately putting a few tacos into his bag, trying not to crush them whereas Renji and Rukia just shoved them into their bags.

"You're going too slow! Let me help you!" Stark screamed and grabbed an armful of the packs and dumped them into Kira's bag.

"I-I got it thanks-"

"Nonsense! I insist!" Stark shrieked as he continued shoveling tacos into the blond boy's bag.

Grimmjow bit into one of the many tacos. "Wow, you've actually done a good thing here Ichimaru. And you got a bunch of stupid girls to do it all for you without having to pay a single yen!"

Gin smirked victoriously. "Who said all pranks had ta be bad?"

"I hear ya!" Rukia screamed.

Matsumoto giggled and shoved a bag of tacos under Renji's nose. "Look, this batch is from Momo!"

Renji gave a hearty laugh, spraying lettuce and shredded cheese into the air. "So that's where she disappeared to!"

"Well, I'm glad you're all enjoying yourselves."

They turned to the hallway to see Tousen.

"Kaname, is that you?" Aizen asked.

Grimmjow turned to see Tousen standing with a frown on his face. He had on baggy jean pants (which he had to pull up every few seconds), a long white shirt that went past his knees, and white NIKES.

Grimmjow's eye twitched for a second before he began to crack. "Hehe. Hahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He fell to the ground and pointed at Tousen. "WHAT THE HELL, MAN!" He rolled from side-to-side, tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Tousen frowned. "I'm glad someone finds this funny."

(1) Apparently, they don't really have peanut butter in Japan or in other countries. A bandie got a Norwegian exchange student once and she told us that she had never had peanut butter and was excited to try it. Weird, yes?

(2) Yeah, the same number deal as last time.

It was getting too long so I had to break it up unfortunately. But to fool myself I'm going to call the next part "pt.3 b" or something. Hehehe! Is it funny. Y/n? Please alert me to any mistakes or anything else that's completely retarded. I've been having problems lately AND the whole time I wrote this part my mom was talking my ear off! Damn, she knows she can nag...