Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Nothing at all. How sad.
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Party day arrived. Rukia went over to Soul Society to get the party comers. Ichigo went to the bathroom to clean up. Ichigo's sisters were going to camp in a place far away, and Kurosaki Isshin was sending them there and would not be coming back until the next day or so.
Ichigo and Rukia had spent the day preparing everything, the food and all. Rukia had insisted that Ichigo get clothes or the shinigami to wear.
Then Ichigo suddenly remembered. Rukia had forgotten to invite Inoue, Ishida and Chad.
"Rukia, you----!!!" Ichigo screamed. He grabbed the phone and his fingers flew over the keys, dialing Inoue's number.
"Moshi moshi!" Inoue said cheerfully.
"Inoue!"
"Ara? Is that you, Kurosaki-kun?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"What's the matter, Kurosaki-kun?"
"Ummm…see, Rukia that bi- I mean, Rukia's holdin' a party for the shinigami…at my house, and…we sort of forgot to invite you and Ishida. And Chad. Sorry, really sorry."
There was a pause. Then Inoue said happily, "A party? Yippee! It's ok, I'll tell Ishida-kun and Chad! Yay! A party!"
Ichigo breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks," he said into the phone. "And, I need a favour. Can you bring some clothes for the other females? And one for Toshiro."
"Will do!" Inoue chirruped.
"Thanks!" Ichigo slammed the phone back into the receiver, wanting to crush Rukia.
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Inoue, Ishida and Chad arrived long before the shinigami. Inoue was swinging a small sack of clothes, Ishida was carrying a bigger bag of clothes and Chad was dragging an enormous box of clothes. Ichigo's jaw dropped. "Inoue…I…clothes…what…why…why are there so many clothes??" He stuttered.
Inoue smiled sheepishly. "S-sorry, Kurosaki-kun! You asked me to bring clothes for the girls and Toshiro, so I thought I might as well bring for the guys too!"
"Oh, well, I guess that's fine," Ichigo said.
Ishida put the bag down and hitched his glasses higher up his nose. "I designed some tattoos for those who'd like some," he informed Ichigo, trying to act cool as always.
"Cool, can I see some?" Ichigo asked.
Ishida produced a folder with tattoos crammed inside. Ichigo took one. He gave a double take when he saw it. "Nanao-san kissing Shunsui???"
"Mm. I did that specially for Shunsui-taichou after he asked me for it last week when I told him I specialize in art."
Ichigo looked closer. "Nanao-san's…wearing a bikini…" he said, feeling like retching. "That was a special request from Shunsui-taichou," Ishida said flatly.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. Then suddenly something shoved his head and he crashed head-over-heels onto the floor. Inoue gave a shriek of surprise. For a moment Ichigo lay there, his head buried in the rug. Then he threw back his head and roared, "WHO THE HELL WAS THAT?!"
Rukia stood on the windowsill, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey, Ichi-baka!" she glared at him. "I've told you over and over, don't stand in the way of the windowsill!!"
"Whatever!" Ichigo spat. Then he looked behind Rukia. "Hey, where the others?"
Rukia looked up at the ceiling. Inoue, Ishida and Chad looked up too. Ichigo looked up. Then one of the ceiling boards popped off. "ACK!" Ichigo cried. Down jumped down all the invited shinigami, one by one.
They saw Ichigo and the others. "Hey, Ichigo-san!" Hanataro greeted. Hitsugaya grumbled, "Great, I was dragged away from my work just for this dumb gathering? I should have stayed." "Ichigo!" Renji said. "Don't tell me we're gonna squash in this hole of a room! There's more than a lot of us here!"
"I know that!" Ichigo snapped. "We're goin' to the living room, you stupid berk!" Renji flared. "What did you just call me, carrot head??" "Did you just call me 'carrot head'?" "Maybe I did!" Renji hissed.
"You fool!"
"You sure talk big for a dope!"
"Why, you little--!"
Everyone sighed and followed the arguing pair out of the room and to the living room.
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After a few minutes of sorting out, the party was going under way. The food was spread out, everyone had clothes to wear. Nanao was appalled when she was handed a off-shouldered halter-top and a tiny skirt. "What? I-I can't wear this skimpy thing, Inoue-san!" she protested. "Oh go on, my lovely Nanao-chan!" Shunsui said, puckering his lips. "You look extra gorgeous in this sexy getup!" Nanao took out her fan and hit him on the head. "Oh, my Nanao-chan…" Shunsui whined.
Hitsugaya reacted harshly when he had to wear a small t-shirt and little-boy jeans. "Aww, don't be like that!" Hinamori cooed. "You look so cute in it, Shiro-chan!" "Don't…call…me…Shiro…chan…!" Hitsugaya said slowly in a dangerous tone, giving her a killer death glare with such an impact that Hinamori giggled nervously and scarpered away to Matsumoto.
Matsumoto, Shunsui and Kira were having a sake-drinking contest. "I can drink this whole jug in six gulps!" Shunsui boasted. "So?" Matsumoto scoffed. "I can drink mine in five sips!" "I can drink mine in four, I bet," Kira said rather timidly.
"I can drink mine in three!"
"Two gulps!"
"One gulp!"
That was Kira. Shunsui and Matsumoto snickered and said, "Drink that sake!" Kira went white and instantly knew he had been tricked.
He grabbed the sake jug and poured its contents into his mouth. A lot of it sloshed out. Matsumoto shrieked with laughter and Shunsui rolled on the floor, unable to contain his giggling.
Rukia looked at them with amusement. She drank her cup of Japanese tea and thought, "The party's great and everyone's happy. Ha ha, I laugh in your face, Ichigo. I knew all the time this was a good idea."
-TO BE CONTINUED-
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Well, well, I've made it to chapter three. Would you believe it I said I did all three chapters in one day? Believe or not!
Reviews, please. Pretty please. Extra sexy gorgeous please with sugar and sake on it.
Ok, that's pathetic. And lame. Yosh!