OH WOW! The number of reviews that came in the night I posted the previous chapter had my eyes all googly! O_o

I might as well do a dance to celebrate 200 reviews! WHOOT WHOOT! *jiggy dance*

Thanks again, you guys! Reading your reviews is just one of the best ways for me to pass my time!

Fingers crossed on Kira still being alive! He's a fighter! :D

Enjoy this chapter!^w^


EPISODE 55

'Whose zanpaktou is that?' Ichigo mutters as he points to the huge manta ray dummy.

'Unohana's,' Urahara explains.

'That's one fugly zanpaktou!' Ichigo snickers.

'I like it,' Unohana says in a sickly sweet tone. Ichigo gulps.

'Did I say fugly? I meant wondrously beautiful,' he squeaks.


'Renji!' Urahara calls out testily. 'Don't run too fast down the stairs while carrying Rukia! You might-!'

BAM! WHAM! SLAM! BONK!

'-trip.'

'As soon as I get the feeling back in my limbs I am going to whip your ass to the moon,' Rukia groans as Renji lies sprawled on top of her at the bottom of the stairs.


'We have to fight an old guy? That's not even fair!' Shunsui complains.

'You're always drunk and he's got tuberculosis,' Urahara points out.

'Point taken.'

'So that's why I have tuberculosis!' Ukitake exclaims.

'I need to piss!' Yamamoto grumbles.


'You were my pride and joy! You were like my very own sons! You were-can I just beat the crap out of them now? I very well see these two as nothing but disposable waste!' Yamamoto rumbles.

'Ouch,' Shunsui mutters.

'How old is he again?' Ukitake mutters back.


'Hey, guys! Guess what? We're having spicy chicken sandwiches today!' Orihime says excitedly as she comes in with a tray of the sandwiches.

'YAYYYY!' everyone cheers.

Suddenly, a spray of fire shoots at the tray and Orihime drops it while shrieking. The entire tray burns to a crisp.

'AWWWW!' everyone whines.

'I don't like chicken,' Yamamoto thunders and replaces the flame-throwing sword.

'Give the old guy a fire zanpaktou, he said,' the scriptwriter mutters sarcastically. 'It'll be interesting, he said. Nobody is going to get hurt this time, he said! MY. ASS.'


It was hard coming up with funny stuff. Either my brain was dead or it was just really hard...