The Urahara Shop Computer
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo is the author of the popular manga/anime series and has complete ownership of all official Bleach characters. I do not own anything that is mentioned as a crossover cameo from anime, manga, video games, music, TV shows, movies, or otherwise. The only thing I own from this collection story is any/all Original Characters, plots, drabbles, etcetera. I only own my characters Sekai and Rin Ishtal.
Author's Note: I have three Harry Potter collection fics, one Vocaloid collection fic, and three Naruto collection fics. Getting more into Bleach through either HP or Naruto, I thought I should make a Bleach collection fic to add incase I get any Bleach-y ideas or randomness popping into my head. I hope to have new folks flocking to this, and in term, my other stories that need desperate life shocked back into their plotlines again. If you got any requests for something like short ideas, just tell me in a PM or in your review.
"Shut up. Just shut up."
The hotel room was trashed. Clothes strewn everywhere, and there was a hooker that looked dead in the nearby gold-plated hot top. She wasn't dead, of course; just suffering a massive hangover and slow crashing of pot consumption. There was also a chained Siberian Tiger asleep in one corner of the hotel room, several Vegas showgirls in a dog-pile near a mountain of American dollars, a suspicious-looking syringe on the nearby dining table, and what looks like crude plans to rig a party bomb, the schematics entitled "Pinkie Pie's Party Favors". And in the bed were two naked men, only covering their lower halves with satin silk blankets. One man had orange-colored hair. The other had of all colors a light sky blue.
"I knew this trip to Vegas was a bad idea," Ichigo told Grimmjow.
"I didn't expect to find myself married to you, Strawberry," the former Sexta Espada growls to Ichigo.
Ichigo swore. "Fuck."
The Substitute Shinigami could just HEAR the wails from his father crying to the poster-sized picture of mom declaring for the whole neighbor to hear "OUR SON IS GAY! NO GRAND BABIES!" or something equally as embarrassing, while all his friends and his sisters start making assumptions about his sexual orientation. Half of them laughing/giggling, and the other likely congratulating him on "finally coming out"...
Sheesh... makes ya wonder what happened in the first place, huh?
Well, whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... until it pops up on the internet...