Ichigo stared down the soul he had just….reaped.
That soul belonged to Sasuke, the guy who just had a grenade shoved down his throat.
"Alright, let me get this straight," said Ichigo. "You and a ninja who dressed like an electrical worker were sitting on a bench with a bunch of yaoi fangirls behind you. You wanted to kill those fangirls, and the electrical worker/ninja shoved a grenade in your mouth. Your head exploded, and here you are."
Sasuke nodded. "That's about it."
Ichigo was in disbelief. "What? How do you expect me to believe that?"
Sasuke glared at Ichigo, and said, "You're a guy from a country I've never heard of who kills monsters and helps the souls of the dead, all while wearing an uncomfortable looking robe and swinging a sword who is a guy with sunglasses and a beard. You should believe everything."
Ichigo, seeing his point, agreed, and believed what the ninja said. "Fine. Just leave already."
Sasuke did this, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
Ah, what a day it had been for Ichigo. Ichigo stretched his arms out, and returned to Karakura town to have dinner with his loving family. Yuzu and Karin talked about something disgusting, and his father was kissing a poster.
Mizuiro called, saying that there was a kid wearing an orange jumpsuit punching the air, yelling things about how molecules sucked ass.
Ichigo hung up, and went straight to bed. He dreamt of a small, pink haired little girl having her sand castle smashed by a taller pink haired little girl. There was also and turtle with a charred face and a fat kid puking up a red haired kid.
All was not right with the world.