RROOOOOAAAAHHH!!

The shinigami standing in and around Karakura High, no matter which side they were on, heard the scream, and knew it meant no good.

Ichigo broke the spells on Matsumoto and Kira. He'd thought to have them broken in Soul Society, so nobody got any funny ideas, but he figured it'd be better to have them free to attack right now...

"Which of you Seireitei goons is the least powerful?" Ichigo asked.

They hesitated for a second.

Then, Nemu raised her hand. "I'm the least powerful offensively, the strongest defensively, maybe the strongest in kido. I never really trained much in sword jutsu, because my body is practically indestructible. I can do my shikai, and spells up to forty-five in both paths. I'm not good at incantation-less spells or long fights. I'm almost certainly the least powerful overall."

"Well, here." He dumped Byakuya-taicho's brain-dead body into her arms.

"Take it and run."

Nemu wasn't in the habit of even considering whether following orders was a good idea. She recognized leadership qualities in him, and decided to obey. She raised her blade, and struck the air, opening the senkaimon.

She pulled out ten syringes filled with green liquid, and handed them to Ichigo.

"Here, you'll probably need these."

As she left, the others looked around to see where the enemy was.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Shrieker was one confused hollow. At first, it was like it had been for years.

He used the boy whose soul had been pushed into the bird's body as a lure, someone got close to the boy, and Shrieker killed and ate the lured idiot.

Except that this one could be neither killed nor eaten.

He had dropped a girder on his latest would-be victim last night, and arranged for him to get hit by a motorcycle today, but the victim wasn't dead.

And now both Shrieker and the victim were in the middle of an all-out war.

The reiatsu was so thick, he could actually eat some. It must have been because of the orange-haired one, the one with the giant sword.

But Shrieker was too hungry to care, with all the reiatsu floating loose. He could actually survive just by breathing, as long as this kept up.

He started eating reiatsu.

He ate it, and ate more. It was so satisfying, he actually had his hunger sated for a time.

But he still ate, even though he wasn't hungry, because it tasted so good.

He ate until he fell unconscious.

He woke to see one of the death goddesses fleeing through a senkaimon.

And to see the others prepare for battle.

He felt the adjuchas pour through the portals.

That was when his hollow hole started to hurt.

He started eating to assuage it, but it wasn't working.

It had already become too much.

He had eaten too much reiatsu.

His soul was corroding even worse.

He could no longer assuage his suffering by eating shinigami, mortals, or loose reiatsu.

He had only one path left.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

"Raa ha ha ha ha ha!" the creature laughed as he stepped out of the void.

"A couple of little shinigami? Really, you have no chance against me." The gorilla-like adjuchas thumped his own chest. "I'll kill you all!"

"What's your name, hollow?" Zaraki asked as he twirled his blade in his hand.

MY NAME IS GORAISHI, YOU FUCKTARD! AND HIS NAME DOESN'T MATTER! JUST KILL HIM! is what he should have heard but didn't.

"My name is Yammy..."

"I'm glad to hear it. I like knowing the names of the people I kill."

And with that, he raised Goraishi and slashed Yammy's skull and mask in half vertically.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

"RA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" a number of adjuchas stepped through the portals.

The shinigami looked at each other.

This was going to be painful...