"Wait, wait," I tried to calm the commotion in the meeting room ten minutes later. It wasn't a big deal. I just stepped into the story and I was determined to interfere as little as possible. In the time I had been in the Bleach Universe, the Espada had ushered in the Soul Society Shinigami and I once again realized how short I was. Everyone in this world was at least 6 feet tall and I was barely hitting 5 feet myself. But all things aside, I needed everyone to calm down.
"Who let her in here?!" Ikkaku asked, pointing at me. "Isn't she the author who left us sitting for…"
"Yes, yes," Yumichkia said, fixing his hair as he sat down next to the other Shinigami. "But anything to get this story moving."
"Second that," Kenpachi took a seat and immediately propping his feet on the table.
"I see you're a man of sense," Nnoitra said, doing the same thing. "It's so much better to have feet on the table then squished underneath."
"Yeah. Now, what's the solution. If we don't leave this setting soon, I'm gonna lose it. There is only so much hotel vandalism you can do in two years."
"How much is left?" I asked, wondering if there was still a hotel standing outside the doors.
"Not much," Szayel said, "but clown face shared his research. Couldn't keep his mouth shut for long. I am now the co-owner of what is left of the quincies. Which, from what I understand is a single spleen and half an ear."
"Why half an ear?" I got the spleen, but wasn't half an ear rather useless?
"Don't know. I think the lab rats ate the other."
"Okay." I would let those words stir two possibilities. "Now, since we have what is left of soul society and the Espada in one room, let's finish this quickly." I couldn't remember all their names now as it had been so long, and I wasn't going try. I figure it was best to assume you, dear reader remembers who is present. "I am unsure how to be impartial in this as I have my own thoughts of what all of you should say on the matter. I have sway in this story, and I have an idea in mind, but I don't want any of you doing what I say because I am the author."
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Torshiro glanced at the smiling lady next to him who was second in command. "How are we supposed to state our issues? It seems you are in fact partial to the Espada and will not listen as intently to our side of the story. I also know you may favour compromise and I must say that you do not live within this world. You do not know the real danger hollows pose on our human society."
"That is true," I was only writing what I saw, and I did not live here. "But honestly, you have it good. My world is scary as well and it's the humans you have to watch out for. But I get what you're saying. You have hollows and we have Trump. Wanna swap?"
"Who?" Tesra was sure a 'Trump' was a hand of cards. "Or what?"
"Never mind." I realized it was not time to get political. "Just… there are scary people in my world. Hey… wait… if I can go through the fourth wall… could hollows go through the fourth wall? We have some yummy souls you might-"
"I told you!" Yachiru cried from where she was sitting on top of the table with a doughnut in her hand. "the author's useless. She's not impartial and this isn't gonna work."
"I see what you mean," I said, wondering what kind of cool anime eyes I had now I was in their world. "I am sorry. I am just… frustrated with my world. I know I can't stay here, and I don't really want to, but I don't know how to fix this story."
"You know how to fix it," Szayel said, clearly echoing my own words at me. What was I saying? I was writing these words. I was merely having the words come out of the mouth of my favourite character. I was horrible. "Just keep writing. It usually ends up that while you're writing, things are revealed. Also, you already know what is going to happen."
"Yeah, yeah…" I sighed and glanced at the fourth wall. "I should go."
"I would say you should stay," Szayel continued, "but no matter what you write or where, this is your story. Or at least your crack fiction idea that turned into a three-part story. So, no matter what conclusion we come to in this meeting, you will have written it. It is impossible to escape the bias of an author and so, it may be best for you to return to the other side of the fourth wall and seriously patch it up this time."
"You're right and you're out of character." I had just been writing own thoughts to myself inside Szayel quotation marks. "I gotta fix this. But… I kinda like being a part of this whole thing. I guess it's kinda my fault. It was just too tempting to jump in and realise how short I am."
"Are you okay?" Tatsuki asked and I paused. "You seemed a lot more chipper back in chapter 36. In the time that it took you to get back here, we all re-read whole series."
"I don't know how to end this story." I might as well say it. "but I have had this ending in my head for years and I always freak out when it comes to writing the end of a story. Because, to me, it's the most important part. Because without a good ending, what use is it to read the rest of the story?"
"True," Ichigo agreed, "my original story ending was rushed, and poor Chad didn't even get more than a panel. I get what you mean, but I think because you care about the ending, this story will turn out better than you think."
"Cool. Good. Thanks. I just… want this all to end as well as it can and with a reasonable amount of ending. I hate rushed endings. Now... do you want me to stay here or go home?"
"Why don't you sit in the corner and write what happens?" Tesra suggested. "You could just go back to third person and then leave when the story is in the last chapter. That way, you don't get stuck here and then finish off the series. It's fun to have the author here, but you're right. It's hard to be impartial."
"Impossible," I said and the others in the room agreed. "But I will hang out here if you want me to."
"Just keep your mouth shut," Grimmjow said. "I know you're writing this, but at least let us do the talking."
"Sure, can do. Now, do we want to continue the meeting?"
"Who should talk first?" Torshiro asked, bring the conversation back around. "Because if we allow the hollows to speak first, we may not get the chance. But second, it is highly likely Aceidia will give them a moving speech that will end the chapter and force us into a time skip. Or make the reader sympathetic to the Espada without completely understand the horrors hollows cause within this world."
"What if I flip a coin?" I had done that for other stories, and I could do it for this one. "That's as impartial as this gets. Yes, the Espada will have a well-thought out speech, but I am willing to record both sides for the sake of the argument. Besides, I am never set on one course of action when writing."
The Shinigami shared a collective glance.
"It seems fair," Torshiro concluded. "Let us toss a coin."