Hi people. It's your favorite insane author, Infernal Blossom!

So guess what? I got a 2.9 GPA last semester! WOOT! I'm now in my second semester of college and in a 2+ year relationship. I've got to say, it's a bit weird being almost 19 and a green belt, and writing a story about me still being in my senior year of high school and just a lowly white belt in tae kwon do. But it does bring back a lot of good memories, like the senior trip and my prom. I looked hot xD

On another note, I'm taking up Japanese and doing some more drawings. Hey, I've gotta practice if I'm going to be working with who I see as the greatest game creator ever.

So without further delay, here's the long awaited chapter 21. And guess what? The story's reached 50,000+ words AND 100 reviews! Thank you guys SO much for all of your suggestions, favorites, reviews and support. It makes me happy to make you all laugh with this story. Be sure to also check out my YuGiOh story, Fortunes Buried in Sand, and my Tekken story, Blood and Iron.

"This isn't happening, this isn't happening..." I kept repeating in my head. Which somehow ventured out of my mouth and into Ichigo's ears. "This isn't happening! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!"

Ichigo grabbed my shoulders and gave me a firm shake. "Calm down, Jo!" he yelled. But I just went right on ahead and kept repeating the same three words. So he tightened his grip on my shoulder, and I thought I was about to catch Shaken Baby Syndrome a second time. But no. I got slapped instead. I never knew Ichigo had the pimp hand in him. Surprisingly, it actually calmed me down a little. Huh. Maybe I should tell my boyfriend to smack me around a little when I'm having a major freakout. Yeah, he'd object at first, but I'll be able to 'convince' him. "Okay, just breathe," he told me. "Now...tell me why you're freaking out." I nodded, took a deep breath and opened my mouth...

"I ACCIDENTALLY DREW MY BIG BROTHER FIGURE AND BOYFRIEND IN MY MAGICAL SKETCH BOOK AND NOW THEY'RE PROBABLY HERE IN THE BLEACH UNIVERSE IT WAS A TOTAL ACCIDENT I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT PLEASE DON'T TELL TOSHIRO OR KISUKE OR IKKAKU THEY'LL KILL ME-"

I guess the first slap didn't work. He slapped me again. I think it was a bit harder this time. Ha. That's what she said. "SLOWLY, dammit! Or else I can't understand you!"

I took some more deep breaths and actually calmed down, for real this time. "That sketchbook I was drawing in? Yeah, that was my MAGICAL one. I didn't even know I'd picked it up until it started glowing!"

"Seriously?" Ichigo face palmed. "Jo, you've gotta pay attention to which book you're drawing in! Your power is so erratic that anything can happen!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head at me. "Okay, so what's the damage? What'd you draw?" I shook my head at him, and he glared at me. "Look, there's no point in keeping quiet. Everyone's gonna find out sooner or later. So you might as well quit clamming up and spill the beans. Hell, I'll make it easier on you. I'll guess what you drew. Does that sound better?"

"I guess so," I answered. This was REALLY gonna suck.

Carrot Top nodded. "Okay first question: How many, uh... 'things' did you end up drawing?" I held up two fingers. "Question two:" Ichigo grabbed me by my shoulders, AGAIN, and looked me square in the eye. "WILL YOUR CREATIONS POSE A THREAT TO US SHINIGAMI AND HUMANS?"

I started shaking my head no like crazy. "No way! I already learned my lesson!" He then raised a suspicious eyebrow at me.

"...Yeah, just give me the fucking book so I can see for myself." I guess he didn't trust me. He reached for my sketchbook, but I spun around and backed away from him. "Come on. I already said there's no point in hiding anything anymore." He tried to grab it again, but I smacked his hand away. Ichi sighed, running a hand through his hair and suddenly tackled me down. We began wrestling right in front of Kisuke's shop, struggling for control and possession of my sketchbook. "Give it to me, you little bitch!" He eventually got me down on my stomach and held my arms behind my back with his foot, holding my sketchbook victoriously in the air. "Ha! Who's on top now?"

"Ichigo, you are such a juvenile pervert." We both turned our attention to the front door of the shop, where Uryu, Renji and Chad were standing. Guess they'd been watching the little wrestling match. All three of them had their arms crossed, and looked a bit like bouncers with the way they were standing. Especially Chad. He kind of reminded me of that book by Roald Dahl. The Big Friendly Giant, I think it's called. Or BFG. I dunno. Same thing.

Ginger seemed to be distracted enough, so I took this opportunity to wrap one of my legs around his and took him down. "Gimme back my book, or else you'll be in a world of hurt!" When he didn't comply, I took his foot in my hands and jerked it to the right. He let out a little yelp and started banging his fist on the ground. "Are you gonna let it go?" Reluctantly, Ichigo let go of my sketchbook, and I set him free. As I went to take my book, back, Renji picked it up.

"Like he said," Uryu started, "there's no point in trying to hide anything anymore. So you may as well just let us see what you drew."

"Hey! Give that back!" I began charging at him, only to have him stop me by holding his arm out. So basically, he held me back with only one hand. Oh joy. Another thing to prove how short I am.

While I tried to pry his hand off of my face – which, with no surprise to me, actually covered my ENTIRE face – Renji tossed the book to Chad. I managed to get out of Renji's grasp before suffocating and marched up to Chad, hands on hips and pout ready to fire. I stared up at him, tilting my head to the side. "What?" he asked. I shot my hand out at him, waiting for him to give my book back. And then he did something that made it very hard for me to stay serious. Chad lifted his free hand to his face and moved his hair away from his eyes so he could look down at me and say, "No." He and I had a short staring contest, and then I looked away and sighed.

"Fine, you win." I could practically hear Ichigo and Renji's jaws dropping. I caught sight of this and shrugged my shoulders. "What?"

"You just let him go without any kind of resistance? What the hell?"

Uryu pushed his glasses up. Ugh, that was really getting old. "That's because you guys are morons," he replied. I laughed a little and raised my hand toward him, attempting to give him a high five. But no. He just stared at me as if I was a moron like them. I took my high five back and folded my arms, grumbling. "Call me a nerd again, and I'm sewing your arms to your chest and shooting an arrow through your neck." Huh? How'd he hear me when my voice was so low? Looks like I wouldn't be calling him names under my breath ever again. "Anyway, back to business."

"Right." Chad flipped opened my sketchbook – which I'd never try taking from him because he's too nice of a guy for me to mess with – until he somehow found the latest page I'd drawn on. "Hmm..." He brought the book closer to his face and narrowed his eyes. "Looks like two more people."

"Oh, for the love of the Soul King!"

Quincy Boy shot what looked like a glare at me. "Spill it. Who are they?" he asked.

I didn't even bother hesitating. "The one on the left is one of my closest friends. He's like a big brother to me."

"And the one on the right?"

"...My boyfriend." Renji's eyes widened. Oh, right. I nearly forgot about...THAT.

I guess he still remembered 'that event' VERY clearly, because he held his head in his hands and was on the verge of assuming the fetal position. "When were you planning on telling me that?" he yelled at me. "Or have you forgotten that you kissed me in your sleep?"

That was the problem. I remembered it. VERY clearly. "You think I'd LIKE to remember that? Ugh!" I shivered. "I went through an entire bottle of mouthwash trying to get rid of the shit I tasted in your mouth." And then a devious thought came to mind. Followed by a devious smirk, paired with the all too innocent 'laying-a-finger-on-my-lower-lip' trick. "You know, Renji," I started, "you could pass for a grown man here in the world of the Living. And look at me: I'm really seventeen – almost eighteen, actually – but I don't look any older than...uhmm..." Shit. I turned my attention to the others for a second. "Guys, how old do I look?"

"Thirteen," Fruit Pop immediately answered. Hey, when did he get up?

"Right. Continuing from where I left off..." My attention was once again on Renji. "So yeah. You look like a grown man, and I look no older than thirteen. A middle school aged girl. Now...what do you think people would say if they saw a grown man kissing what they believed to look like an unconscious thirteen year old girl?"

It was so hard not to laugh while imagining this. And from the corner of my eye, I saw Ichigo make a WTF face. Yay, another one for the counter! Ichigo WTF face counter: 15. "...You know I'm gonna tell him." Renji's face contorted to what looked slightly like fear. So I now knew one of the 'great' Renji Abarai's fears: angry boyfriends out for revenge.

Then I felt something smack me in the back of the head. I looked behind me and saw Uryu holding his Qunicy bow in one hand, and my sketchbook in the other. "Are you quite finished trying to avoid the situation by accusing Renji of being a pedophile?" I nodded, holding my now throbbing head. "Good. Now tell us where these friends of yours are supposed to appear from."

"...You didn't have to smack me with your bow, jackass."

"Answer the question!" Whoa. Since when did Uryu have such a not-so-nerdy fire in him? "Where are these people supposed to be appearing from?"

I scratched my head – which was still throbbing, thanks to the fact that Uryu had used his bracelet to form the bow, thus THAT had also hit my head. I swear, once this is all over, I'm gonna pay Ryuken to shove an arrow FAR up his son's ass. Abuse? Maybe. Sexual harassment of some kind? Nah.

Oh well, that would have to wait. So yeah, I scratched my head. "In all honesty, I have no idea where they're going to appear. I never wrote a caption for that because I wasn't aware of what I was drawing! So they can appear ANYWHERE!" Uryu pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You know, you're REALLY smart." He just had to rub it in, didn't he? "Well, I guess we don't have a choice. We'll have to let everyone know so we can split up and search every realm-"

"AWWWWWWWWWWW!" I groaned. "Come on, do we HAVE to-" He smacked me again with his Quincy bow. "Ow!" You see? THIS is why I never made a Quincy original character. Because if I did, I'd have to make their personality match Uryu's. And you'd have to either pay me a lot or heavily drug me to get that result.

Uryu's bow vanished and he grabbed me by my wrist. "Let's go. We haven't got any time to waste. So when you tell everyone about your friends, DO NOT hesitate at all."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

Everyone followed behind us as Uryu nearly dragged me downstairs into Kisuke's basement. I could've sworn I heard him mumbling something about me being a delinquent child and something about why I had more erratic reiatsu than Ichigo...and I think I heard him say something about cake. The hell was he thinking about cake for? I thought he was strictly business... Oh great, now he's got me thinking about eating my grandmother's awesome carrot cake. Now I really want some.

He shoved my sketchbook back into my arms and pushed me in front of the waiting crowd. And I think I heard Renji lock the basement door that had just poofed out of thin air. I tried to find somewhere to hide – most likely behind Chad since he was so tall – but Ichigo stood behind me and kept a firm grip on my shoulders. "You're such a big help," I sarcastically commented as I mentally prepared to face all these Soul Reapers. I glanced back at Ichigo for a second, but all he did was point his chin in the direction of the crowd in front of us. Sighing, I decided it would be best to just get it over with, and I opened the sketchbook, showing the page with my drawing to them. "Well...I guess I'll just say it." I cleared my throat, catching Uryu rolling his eyes from the corner of my sight. I would SO get him back for this later. "When I was sitting outside talking to Ichigo, I accidentally drew something...well, someONE in my magical sketchbook. And now, we've got to go find them."

"Oh, for the love of the Soul King!" Seriously, what that some sort of Soul Society terminology that Tite Kubo never made us Bleach fans aware of?

Of course, Toshiro was the first one to stand up. And then he approached me. And THEN he found grabbing me by the front of my shirt in an attempt to lift me off the ground...which surprisingly worked, but only up to having me on my toes. Huh, I never knew he had it in him. Another 'secret of the Bleach characters' I could add to my collection. "That's it!" he shouted. "I've had enough of your bullshit, Jo!" He let me go and reached for my sketchbook. "You're not getting this back until you learn how to control your reiatsu, you mind, and ESPECIALLY your mouth!" But I quickly acted by doing the first thing that came to mind: I stuffed my sketchbook into my shirt, right between my big anime boobs. Toshiro immediately blushed and backed away, now unsure of what to do. "...You're REALLY slick, you know that?"

"Oh, why thank you," I told him, sticking my tongue out at him. And then I felt Ichigo pull on my ear. "Owowowowowowow!" I elbowed him in the side and he let me go. "Look, guys, I get it. I screwed up big time, ONCE AGAIN. But I can't help being the way I am. I'm even like this at home." It was now time to play the melodramatic soap opera card. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to Kisuke, grabbing onto his ankle and crying crocodile tears. And for those of you who have no clue what those are, it's essentially forcing yourself to cry. Kids, don't try this at home. Your mothers will beat you if you do... Okay, maybe that was a bit of a lie.

Anyway, there I was, doing my best impression of a soap opera star. "Please forgive me!" I begged. "I'm just a simple-minded human fangirl who's SOOO excited to meet the cast of one of her favorite animes! I already agreed to help you stop Aizen. So please please PLEASE forgive me!"

Kisuke knelt down next to me and pat my head. "Alright, alright, that's enough acting." I glanced up at him. I knew he wouldn't have fallen for it. The sad thing, though, is that Orihime did. No surprise there. "Look, we'll help you find your friends." I opened my mouth to cheer, but he raised a finger and interrupted me. "But in exchange, once we find them, all three of you will immediately go to Soul Society for physical evaluations, and to see how you can aid us in stopping Aizen. Agreed?" Sweet, I was off the hook. AGAIN.

"Of course! No problem! Anything for you, Kisuke!" He stood up and blushed as he helped me to my feet. I wiped the dust off of my shirt and cleared my throat again, facing everyone."Okay, so here's who we're looking for: One tall guy with a full beard and glasses who usually wears a shirt that says 'Pink Floyd' on it, and looks like he should have teenage kids of his own; and a guy about Ichigo's height with headphones and black rimmed glasses. You'll most likely find the second one in a situation where he's unlucky."

"I've got dibs on the second kid!" Ikkaku yelled. "Maybe once I rescue him, I can help him out by showing him my Lucky Dance!"

Yeah, like THAT would ever work. Everyone split into two retrieval teams: Kisuke, Ikkaku, Rukia, Rangiku and Chad were sent to find Tim; Ichigo, Toshiro, Yumichika, Renji, Orihime and Uryu were sent to find Ricky. I joined the team that was to find Tim. We ran upstairs and out the building, beginning our quest to find my brother and boyfriend.