Ok! this is chapter 6!
I feel better since more people are reviewing and reading my fic...
yayayayayay! buuuuut I'm greedy, sooo...mwahhahaahahahahahA! (basically it's not enough...)
sooooo review more! you know... I lately found that my favorite phrase is "..."
and I tend to draw out my words... like "sooooooo review more!"
And my obsession with Ichigo still has not stopped. I think it's normal, but my friends think I need to see a psychologist...
'sigh'
anywaaaay... back to the fic (since u probably want me to shut up right now...)
and shit. I forgot to put on the disclaimer for the previous chapters... Don't wanta get sued, sooo this will make up for the earlier chapters:
I do NOT own bleach... but I wish I did
I am NOT Kubo Tite... but I wish I was... (have u seen his picture? he's pretty hot...lol)
Oh, and before I start, I forgot to tell you...
This takes place after the Arrancar War, which is AFTER the Hueco Mundo arc...
Ichigo and company are all at least 21, and Rukia and all the other shinigami are all... just... old. lol.
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Cooking with Rukia!!
Chapter 5- What the hell just happened, and would ya like fries with that? pt 2
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Rukia sighed. It had been a long night. But! she had somehow finished baking the cake. All that was left to do was to make your own creation.
Right now, they had cut to a commercial break. Rukia glanced at Orihime. She was happily eating the chocolate cake they had toiled so long to make.
A movement cought her eye. The cameraman was waving, signaling the near end of the commercials. Rukia walked over to teh stage.
The cameraman signaled: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go!
Rukia's entire demeanor changed.. She grinned," hello, and welcome back to Coooooking with Rukia!!!! We already showed you how to make a delicious molten chocolate cake, but do you know how to make Inoue's or my favorite treats?
Some of the audience shook their heads. Orihime nodded her head furiously, a serious look on her face.
Rukia continued, " My favorite is mochi! It's a japanese dessert filled with red bean past!"
Rukia turned to Orihime. "What;s ur favorite food, Orihime?
Orihime thought for a moment,"!"
Rukia sighed," Inoue-san, that's a fast-food restaurant, not a food."
Orihime pouted,"aww... fine... uhhhh... yukabishinato!"
Rukia remained expressionless," huh?"
Orihime saw Rukia looking at her with a weird face, and hastily explained," It's my own creation!"\
Rukia nodded slowly and turned back to the audience," I will explain to you how to make mochi, and Orihime here, will tell you how to make... uh... er... Yu..kabish..a...nutty!"
Orihime frowned. that didn't sound right...
"It's yukabishinato! not yukabishanutty!" she protested.
Rukia started," Oh! sorry, hime!"
RUkia began her demonstration of mochi.
"First you get out the sugar and..." Rukia went on... ((Alright... I'm to lazy to write out the entire process, and I don't know the recipe... sooo...))
Rukia said," And after you wait for 5-10 minutes, it should turn out like this!"
She opened the refridgerator door and extracted a mochi from the plate.
Taking a bite, she smiled," mmmm.. Well.. because I thought that some people might want to try some, I made a whole bunch before hand!"
Two men walked onto the stage carrying the trays.
Renji and Byakuya. Renji was walking quite straight, but was slightly staggering under the weight of the heavy mochi. Byakuya had a paper bag on his head... Evidently, he still had not been able to was off the "makeover" Pyon gave him.
He also had forgotten to cut eyeholes, causing him to stumble blindly toward the sound of Renji's footsteps. Unfortunately, Renji's walking did not inform him of the stairs.
Renji glanced backwards, ran to the bottom of the stairs, got out of the way, and grinned widely. The audience leaned forward in their seats. Rukia was too busy cleaning up to notice.
"eEEEAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!!!" (byakuya stepping on air)
BAM! CRASH! BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM! (byakuya falling)
plopplopplopploplopipopploppiplpipopilpoip... (the mochi falling) Then.. as if to add insult to injury, one fell on Byakuya's head.
The audience roared with laughter. Byakuya painfully got up, the paper bag, somehow had slipped off. His long, black, sleek hair covered his face.
The fangirls in the audience squealed. Byakuya looked up, his face contorted in pain, and the hair fell from his face revealing the wonderful artwork of Pyon.
"..." There was utter silence. The fangirls had even stopped squealing (that's pretty serious). Renji stared. Then... a little girl in the audience broke the silence. Pointing, she cutely said, "Mommy? Is that a gay man?"
Renji smirked.
"Honey...shh.."
Byakuya was glad at least one person knew he wasn't gay...
"It's rude to point..."The mother continued, eyeing Byakuya as if he was psycho.
BAM! A boulder out of nowhere fell on Byakuya. Renji stifled a giggle.
Rukia, by now, had noticed the situation. She had been frozen in shock, but now had recovered. She ran as fast as she could to Byakuya, concern written all over her face. When she got to his side, she choked out," Byakuya...Nii...sama... you..."
Byakuya looked at her," Ru..kia.."
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DESTROYED ALL MY MOCHI!!!! I SPENT SIX HOURS JUST MAKING THOSE!!!YOU BIG FAT BAKAAAA!!!!
"Gah!" Rukia had kicked Byakuya.
The audience could't stand it anymore. Tears ran down their face as they gripped the sides of seat, trying not to fall into the aisles.
Byakuya his eyes tearing. He hid his once perfect face in his scarf and ran off the stage...almost successfully...(he ran into a wall), which caused the audience to laugh even harder.
Rukia was confused. What was so funny? Her precious mochi was ruined... She looked around her and came to her senses. Renji was rolling around on the ground laughing, mochi in the tray beside him. Orihime's face was red, she hadn't been able to breathe.
Orihime managed to choke out," thi-this w-wwas fu-unnier th an t the ti me K-keigo wa s be at up by a bun ch of gi rls for pervertedness!"
Rukia laughed. That was during the Arrancar War, after Orihime had been rescued. Keigo saw some arrancar girls in Karakura and had started hitting on them. If it wasn't for the fact the girls were on their side, Keigo probably would have been killed.
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"Atchoo!" Keigo sneezed into his hands.
Mizuiro wrinkled his nose in digust, " That's nasty, Keigo!"
Ichigo agreed,"Yeah, it is..."
Chad said nothing, as usual, but leaned away from Keigo.
Ishida pushed up his glasses. "..."
"...Sooo... Who's up for sake??!!! My treat!" Keigo grinned, giving the thumbs up sign and winking. He ran outside to the nearest bar.
Ichigo looked at Chad. Chad looked at Mizuiro. Mizuiro looked at Ishida. Ishida thought for a moment and gave a slight nod.
Everybody ran for the doors.
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YAy! I'm gonna write an omake! yayayay! For those idiots who don't know what an omake is, it's like a short spoof or parody!
-----omake!!!!---------------
(oh and just ta tell ya, I'm an Aizen hater) lol
-Aizen is on the ground, burning... He's twitching.. then he stops. (cuz he's dead)-
Me: -sniff- such a beautiful ending...
Echoing voice: I liked the part when he stopped moving...
Me: Stopped moving? I liked the part when he was burning!
Echoing voice: Well, actually, i really don't care, just as long as he died.
Me: True... very true...
Echoing voice: ...
Me: Uh...who exactly am I talking to?! O.O
Echoing voice:... um... your ...conscience?
Me: Oh... ok!
Echoing voice: ...
Me: HEY! Wait a minute!!!!
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Sooo... NExt chapter will be about Orihime's creation! It's pretty short, though...
But! That means more time to use other topics! Yay!
I like ichiruki, and I can think of a couple ways to squeeze it in there... but I'm sorry, I can't.
Maybe I'll write a fic about ichiruki, but not this one...Sorry, MCRdeathGOD...
Ok.. I've been trying to make this funny, but it's not exactly working out.. Any ideas?
Currently, I'm only running on the ideas people give me... hmm... I think some crossovers would be interesting...