Hey, everybody! Guess who's back from interdimensional-rest stops?
Hint: It's me again.
I should probably stop giving so many hints. You know how it goes. I don't own Bleach.
If I did, I'd buy a bakery just so I could say I roll in dough every day.
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"Aaaah!"
"Aaaah!"
"Aaaah!"
And that was the entirety of dialogue between Ichigo and Grimmjow as they leapt from yet another dimension, this one filled completely with intelligent life.
Very hungry, eight-legged intelligent life.
Ichigo flailed around in mid-air (mid-space, whatever, it's a portal thing,) to turn around, hoping that none of the massive talking spiders were following them. Thankfully, the only thing Ichigo saw behind him was a rapidly accelerating Grimmjow. Granted, a Grimmjow who's hair was standing on end, giving him the impression of a very frightened blue kitten.
A bloodthirsty, soul-munching kitten. Of death. Yeah.
Ichigo gathered his thoughts and braced himself for the next impact, but it never came. Instead of landing harshly into another world, he felt a slight tug. A strange tug, as if his very being were slowly being pulled in another direction. A glance behind showed Grimmjow making the same mid-air (space, whatever,) turn. The speed at which they were floating increased, but the painful electrical feeling slowly faded as their speed continued to rise to impossible levels.
"… Uh, hey. Ichigo."
"Yeah?" he replied without turning back.
"… How do we stop?"
"We're about to find ou- aw, shit!" Ichigo yelled, blinded by the flash of orange electricity.
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"Come on, come on…" Danielle muttered, wiping a bead of sweat off her brow. The phone (teleporter, whatever,) she held was connected to the multiple heavy devices littered about the clearing. Instead of operating easily like it had for Donald, the phone had apparently decided that now would be an excellent time to activate some kind of security lock, in ascending levels of unlocking difficulty.
Each level was adorned with tiny (adorable, in Danielle's opinion) bobbing purple cat heads.
Accompanying the security levels was a small, nearly irrelevant warning that the phone would shut off if the locks were not opened in time.
Also, the nuclear blast radius would reach a minimum of forty-seven kilometers.
"Work, work you piece of…" Danielle said in a panic, with Renji leaning over her shoulder. Rukia attempted to do the same, but to her dismay, Danielle was a little too much taller than she was.
Danielle found this hilarious.
Her giggling quickly ceased after discovering the security lock measures.
Ten seconds remaining… a pop-up said, the small purple cat head bouncing innocently.
"Crap! It's not gonna work!" Danielle said in despair, fingers flying across the phone in a mad last attempt to force the machine to operate properly.
"You need to focus!" Rukia said, furrowing her brows. "It can't be that bad if you don't win in time."
"It's not a game," Renji said, turning away. "And if she doesn't finish, we all die. Uh, again."
"… FINISH IT, DANIELLE! FINISH IT!"
Three.
"Crap! Crap! Crap!" Rukia said, hiding.
Two.
"Take cover!" Renji said, ducking.
One.
"Fuck ass shit dick nipples!" Danielle roared in a rage at her failure, flinging the device away from her as hard as she could.
At that moment, a blinding flash of orange zipped through the air, ripping the cords (the machines, and several trees) apart, striking the cellular teleporter violently.
After a few moments of silence, Danielle raised her head slowly. "Am I dead? Huh. That wasn't nearly as flesh-disintegrate-y as I thought it would b- Grimmjow!"
"… Ow." The lump of blue and white groaned, hauling himself up off the ground in pain.
"… Oh, and you guys, too. Hey, Ichigo. Hey, Donald." Danielle said from Grimmjow's back.
"Hrrrrg." Was the only reply she got from Ichigo.
Probably because he was exhausted.
Or maybe because the other two had landed on top of him.
Donald slowly peeled open his eyes, expecting to be in yet another nightmarish situation. His face split into a grin when he realized where he was.
I'm back… I'm back!
…
Oh, shit! I'm back! He thought in horror.
"I gotta admit, as much as I like the thought of you bein' underneath a couple of other guys, Ichigo, when it's my brother, it's just so much creepier."
"Back! Get back!" Donald roared, heaving himself away.
And it was just his luck that he bumped directly into Rukia, who latched with an iron grip onto his forearm.
"Let go!" he yelped in terror. "You don't understand!"
"I understand plenty," Rukia said angrily. "You've been keeping more than a couple of secrets, haven't you?" she questioned.
"There's no time for that! You have to get away, now!"
Donald felt another hand on his opposite arm, only to turn as quickly as he could to face Renji.
"After you just vanish, you expect us to let you try it again?" he said.
"Danielle! What did you do?" Donald yelled at his sister.
"I… I brought you back…" she said uncertainly. "I saved everybody!"
"How?!" he asked desperately, struggling against the two.
"Easy. I just hooked everything back up."
"GODDAMIT, DANIELLE!" he screamed in frustration. "It was a trap before, all you did was re-activate it!"
"… Oh."
And that was all the time she had to say before Donald was yet again yanked out of existence.
Along with the teleporter, Rukia and Renji.
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With Ichigo and Grimmjow trapped with Danielle, what will become of the second group?
I have no idea!
…
No, seriously. I'm just winging it by now. After recently recovering from a particularly nasty bought of pneumonia, I decided that it would be cruel to all my awesome readers not to update at least something.
Danielle: Don't listen to that liar, he's just bored!
… No, I'm not.
Danielle: Yes, you are!
I have plenty of other things to do!
Danielle: Then why aren't you doing them?
…. I'm…. lazy?