Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, how sad :(
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Kise slowly put her hand on the doorknob, but her hand froze on it. What was she going to see when she opened the door? No, can't think negatively. Must stay positive. Must stay positive. Mom and dad just probably started fighting again. Ugh, noooo fighting again? What the hell is wrong with them? Wait, what's wrong with me? Standing outside talking to myself, stop thinking. Bah! I'm thinking. Ugh, I'm just going to go in now. Even after though crazy thoughts, Kise's hand didn't move. She still stood there, and if anyone would've happened to pass by she would've looked like a total and complete idiot. Ugh. Now!
She slowly turned the doorknob, still thinking crazy thoughts. Well, not crazy as in homicidal crazy but more like, why am I still talking to myself crazy. Anyway, the door opened a crack. She was still kind of nervous, but gathering up her courage, she pushed open the door and found...the living room full of weird looking people goggling at the T.V.
She couldn't help herself and she screamed, "What the hell is going on here?" There were about thirty people. Kise quickly scanned the room. A lot of them stood out...a lot. There was a short white haired kid with an I-told-you-so look on his face, a big guy with an eye patch and lots of scars, two old guys, a guy with red hair and what-was-that? Tattooes where his eyebrows were supposed to be. Standing next to him was a tall guy with kind of long black hair a scarf and... Hair curlers! On his head! In the evening! She couldn't help herself so she just started gawking at it, her mouth wide open.
"And who might you be?" the guy with the hair curlers said, giving her an ice cold stare.
Kise just looked at him weird and said, "You're asking me that? You're the group of weirdos in my house, with the horrible fashion statement."
The guy with the red hair went up to her and stared right at her face, giving her the creeps. She shivered a bit. "Heh," he said. "Scaring you, am I?"
"Uhhh yeah," Kise said. "Those things on top of your eyes are totally creeping me out."
"Why you little - " he raised his fist as if to hit her, but then Rukia came into the room.
"Renji, what are you doing?" she sighed, addressing the red haired guy.
"Oi Rukia, who's the brat?"
"Hey! Who're you calling brat tattooe eyebrows?"
"Renji, that's Kise." When it was obvious that didn't help, Rukia had to go on and say, "You know, my daughter? Kisechou?"
"You mean that little brat is your daughter? Did you hear her? She called me tattooe eyebrows!"
"Well, it's not like she was lying. Hmm, I thought you'd at least try to grow some normal eyebrows in all of these years, but oh well."
"What!" And the two of them were left arguing.
The guy with the hair curler things just said, "So you are Kiseichou, are you?"
"What's it to you?"
Rukia noticed those two talking with each other. "Kise! Stop talking to your uncle like that!"
Kise almost fell over. That freaky guy was her uncle! "Come again?"
"I. Am. Your. Uncle."
"Umm...I'm just going to go to my room for a while, okay? You know, tired," she laughed weakly. Kise walked upstairs to her room, staggering a bit. "Ugh, freaky people. Scare the crap out of me." When she reached her room, she opened the door and almost screamed. It was a complete mess. The stuff that she had put up just a few days ago were littered across the floor, the stuffing in her bed and pillows had come out and was splattered all over the place. And in the middle of it all, was a short pink haired little kid. "Aaaaah this place is boring! Ken-chaaaaaaaan!" Kise's mouth fell open. "Who are you?" the little pink haired girl asked, jumping onto her back.
She tried very hard, very very very hard to resist the urge to kill the little brat right then and there. "Little girl," she said, gritting her teeth. "What did you do to my room?"
"Oh I just played around with my Zanpaku-Tó, that's it!" she giggled.
"Your - what!"
"My sword!"
"Your sword?" The little girl jumped off and giggled a bit and said, "Yeah!" Kiseichou looked at her. She didn't look like she would have a sword on her. Especially with the innocent looking white skirt and pink shirt she had on. How could she have a sword with that? Let alone have a sword at all? "Ken-chaaaaaaaaaaan!" she yelled again.
All of a sudden, huge thumps were heard outside in the hallway. The door opened, and standing in the frame, looking annoyed was the big guy with the eye patch and scars on his face. "Oi Yachiru what do you want?" he growled. Then, he saw the room. "What'd you do to this place? Great. Kurosaki's never gonna shut up 'bout this one. And where's Yumichika and Madarame? They were supposed to be lookin' after you."
"You mean Feather Eyebrows and Baldie? I think Baldie went to talk with Freaky-Captain's daughter and Feather Eyebrows started staring at himself in a mirror!"
Kiseichou just stared. Feather eyebrows? Baldie? Who are these people? "C'mon Yachiru we're going downstairs."
"Okay Ken-chan!" Yachiru jumped on 'Ken-chan's' back and he walked off. Kiseichou started muttering to herself (not for the first time in that day). "They need to get some normal friends. Seriously!" She tossed her backpack into the mess and spent about thirty minutes trying to find something she could change into.
"KISEICHOU!" someone yelled from downstairs.
"WHAT!"
"COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!"
"RIGHT NOW!"
"CAN'T YOU WAIT FOR A BIT MORE! DAMN!"
"YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"FINE!" But, she didn't. She just went back to digging in her mess. A few minutes later...furious stomping was approaching her room. "KISEICHOU HISANA MASAKI KUROSAKI YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS RIGHT NOW!" Kiseichou turned around and saw Rukia there, huffing and puffing. She was seriously pissed. But then she noticed the room and her gaze softened. "What happened here?"
"Some pink haired little girl came here and blew up my room," Kiseichou said casually, still rummaging through her things.
"Damn it," Rukia growled. "Okay then, hurry up and find something to wear and then go straight downstairs. We're still waiting for your grandpa and aunts though." Rukia turned around and went outside into the hallway slamming the door along the way and muttering, "Ugh, stupid baka Zaraki. Can't even keep and eye on a little girl." Ten minutes later Kise finally found something to wear. (It was the same thing she was wearing when they moved here.)
She quickly ran downstairs and found all of those people from before still packed into the living room and crowding around the T.V. Her mom wasn't there though. Giving them a weird look, she went into the kitchen to help Rukia with whatever she would need help with. "Hey mom, where's dad?"
"Oh, he's still at...work."
"Oh. When's he gonna be back?"
"Ummmm..." The front door opened was slammed shut. "There he is now!" The two of them went to the living room and found Ichigo scowling at their guests, and with him was a short little girl with a bun at the back of her head, a guy with a cane and a green striped hat, and a lady with purple hair."All of you came?" he whined.
"Yes, all of us came," the hair curlers guy said coldly, giving Ichigo a glare. The two of them stared at each other straight in the eyes...and stared...stared some more...a little bit more...a lot more...and then..."Ha! You blinked!"
Byakuya Kuchiki looked at Ichigo like he had just said something...very unbelievable. "I do not blink," he stated coldly.
"Then what was that you just did?"
"What? This?"
"HA! I made you blink!" Silence. It was true. Ichigo had just made THE Byakuya blink. Wow. Byakuaya started shaking a bit. "Kuchiki-taichou, are you alright?" a lady with a braid that was well, backwards asked, walking forward, looking as if she was trying not to laugh.
"It's okay, Unohana-taichou." Kise just stared. Taichou? What are they? Military buddies? Everyone had been so absorbed with the staring contest between Ichigo and Byakuya that they didn't notice that the door had opened.
Their attention was brought to it when... "ICHIGO!" someone screamed. Ichigo stiffened, then spun around and stopped an attack from his still hyper and always dangerous dad. "Good, your senses are still as sharp as ever," he whimpered, clutching his face, which Ichigo had kicked.
"Hey Ichigo," a black haired woman said, waving her hand.
"Hey Karin, how're you doing?"
"I'm doing good," she grinned. "I miss Japan though..."
"We all do," Ichigo said sympathetically. "Yuzu,what about you?"
A blonde haired woman standing next to Karin said cheerfully, "I'm doing great! I'm getting good with my cooking skills too!"
The doorbell rang one more time and when Kise was ahem, ordered to open it, she found five people standing outside. Not more people. Is this my party or theirs? she thought.
Standing in the door frame was a big guy, a tall skinny guy with glasses, two women, one of them was a brunette haired lady and was...quite endowed, and the other lady had short black hair and a sort of...tough aura. The brunette lady was holding onto the hand of a little girl who looked about five years old.
"Uhhh...hi?" Kise said.
"Kise! Don't you know your manners?" Rukia scolded, going to the door to greet the new people. "Orihime! Tatsuki! Uryuu! And Sado! I haven't seen you guys in a long time! How's it been going?"
"Hey Rukia!" Orihime said. "Yeah, it's been a long time! Is that Kiseichou?"
"Yeah." As the three of them started chatting, the two men went inside and when they saw Ichigo, the three of them started to talk amongst themselves as well
"Hey!" the short little white haired kid yelled, looking very annoyed. "Are we going to eat or what?"
"Fine. Okay everyone, into the backyard!"
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A/N: The thing about Kiseichou Hisana Masaki Kurosaki, her full name! You know, she was in trouble and such and then your parents like calling you by your full names.. yeah xD