Chapter 3.
"There you go, Ukitake-taichou, a nice pink color!" Yumichika showed him a mirror.
Ukitake jumped out of his chair and motioned to touch his pink hair. I look like a failed Yachiru cosplayer ;-;.
Yumichika frowned at the stuttering captain and a lightbulb lit up on top of his head. He pulled up the captain's hair into a bun and stuck a feather ornament right in the middle. "Now, it's perfect."
As Rukia snickered in her seat, Yumichika went to the girl. He put a finger on his chin and nodded. Taking a brush, he slowly flipped back Rukia's hair and poofed up the ends. "Done, Rukia!"
"What...what is this?"
"Now instead of looking like a turnip, you look like...a Tagua nut!"
"What the heck is a Tagua nut!"
"Um, something round," Yumichika scratched his head. "Ah, Renji-san, it's time to remove the covering! My Active Pro-Yumichika Hair Growth Solution should've did the trick. Let's see. Oh my."
"What?" Renji asked. He felt around his forehead and gasped. "Give me the mirror...Yumichika...what have you done!"
"What?"
"..." Renji's eyes narrowed and his jaw started to twitch.
"Okay Renji, I lied. I didn't have any pro active whatever. So I turned your hair like mine!" Yumichika twirled around once and wiggled his eyelash accessories. Renji delivered a punch into Yumichika's nose.
"I look like you! My long hair is gone! I have...I have a freaking bowl cut for crying out loud!"
"It's not a bowl cut! And I can make you a wig sometime soon. Now let's see Kuchiki-taichou." Yumichika lifted up the foils from a still-drunk Byakuya. His hair flowed down, red and shiny. "Perfect!"
"Yatta...!" Byakuya cried. "I'm Renji now!" Byakuya grabbed a random black marker from the table and drew all over his neck and eyebrows. He added a bunny on his forehead as extra. "Look Rukia! I'm Renji...!"
Rukia didn't know what to say. She flicked her hair to make it go back to normal, but to no prevail. The gel was too strong. Ukitake in his pink bun shivered again. He felt it. A strong presence and a small terrifying presence.
"Um," Ukitake started.
Kenpachi and Yachiru trashed through the door, covered in soot and alcohol. "I found you Yumichika! What is this crap parlor! Didn't I tell ya' from day one that I don't want freaking beauty parlors in my headquarters! That's rule number one!"
"Rule number two is no flowers on the premises unless they're in the hands of me!" Yachiru giggled.
"And you, Renji! Look at ya', you look like Yumichika! And you, Ukitake, you look like a damn woman!" He paused at the Kuchikis. "And you guys are just weird. And...it's all yer fault!" He pointed at Yumichika. "Wait until I get my hands on you...!" Zaraki hiccuped and screamed a battle cry, brandishing a lamp post. The others sneaked off to get away from the deep business transactions between 11th division.
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"Please cover me," Renji pleaded.
"Cover me," Ukitake mumbled.
"What about my Tagua nut hair?" Rukia cried.
Byakuya strutted around lazily with his bright red sheen hair. They were all getting looks, strange looks, and Byakuya was the only one unaffected by the staring masses. Ukitake nudged Rukia to leave and she nudged Renji. They slowly crept away from captain drunkard of the 6th division.
"Lovely weather...eh?" Byakuya looked around. "They must've left for more sake. Speaking of sake, I need some more..." He found Orihime walking the streets with a lemon in hand. "Orihime!"
"Huh? Kuchiki-san? Weren't you with the others? Wha, why do you have red hair?"
"I don't know where they went...oh and the red hair is stylish, don't you agree Hime?"
"Um, it's Abarai-kun-like. I must be going..."
"Are you making more sake?" Byakuya squeezed the little lemon in her hand.
"Yes! The party still needs more spicy sake and I ran out to get ingredients! Um, I keep telling them they had enough, but they just can't get enough of it, hehe..." Orihime looked at the blank eyes of Byakuya. He's going to ask me, isn't he? Please don't.
"Can I have some?" Byakuya asked. He shook the girl by the shoulders and laughed out loud so that everyone could hear.
"Kuchiki...I don't think you should have any more. Just a little made you crazy enough," Inoue meekly said. She quickly covered her mouth. "I mean, you're a bit intoxicated."
"Intoxicated? Me! Hime-chan...I'm not drunk, I'm never drunk!" Byakuya continued to laugh loudly and Inoue had to shut him up by putting the lemon in his mouth.
"Please, just follow me and you can watch me make it. People are watching."
"What are we waiting for then?" Byakuya slung Orihime over his shoulder like he did with Rukia and ran back to the kitchen of the Kuchiki mansion.
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"No, you add the snake tail after the lemon," Inoue scolded. "Ah, don't put the tail in your mouth! And no, the wasabi is not supposed to go there!"
Byakuya bit the tail and spat it out at Orihime's face, and had a guffawing fit afterwards. She didn't know how he could act so silly when he was drunk. Was it a family thing?
"Kuchiki-san, I'll make the sake. I think it's better if you get cleaned up now. Chins don't clean themselves, you know...from wasabi beards."
He licked the spicy green glob from his chin. Orihime looked for an expression...anything that related to "Ah, it burns!", but there was none. "Here's a tray of sake. Don't drink any please and give it to the guests. I'm sorry for making you do this, sir."
"No problem...booby-chan!" At that, Byakuya knocked down the door and swung the tray around in circles. The shinigamis followed him with their grubby hands.
"Booby," Orihime repeated after him. "Booby?" She looked down and sighed. "Where's Kuchiki Rukia-san when you need her?"
