Well apparently only people that sell Viagra care about us 'cause they send us e-mails every fucking day * get it * , but no I'm serious like over 200 messages. And we aren't even men!! Now only imagine if we were. It is cause we be black. I get it.

DISCLAIMER: WE OWN NOTHING NOT EVEN THE CLOTHES ON OUR BLACKS, BACKS I MEAN, OUR MOMMYS BUY THEM FOR US.

Ok, we were just kidding we aren't black, not even close it is just a pasty white chick and a yellow Mexican who looks Asian up in this hood/grill/bitch/etc.

CHAPTER 2:

Urahara stood up from his desk as the bell rang, rapping his wooden cane on the desk. He smiled brightly at the class, a devious glint in his eyes as he looked over all the students.

"Welcome – To – The – Class – For – Very – Special – Students," he said slowly, enunciating each word for the students.

As he was saying this, the history teacher, Yoruichi Shihouin, walked into the room to grab a stack of papers that were slowly being pushed out of the printer that was in the room. She stopped mid-grab, turning around to glance at all the students and then over at Urahara. Upon seeing a certain red-head sitting in one of the desks, and Shuuhei as well, she put her hand up to stifle a giggle.

"This is the retard class you were complaining about, Kisuke, isn't it?" she asked the blonde teacher.

"Yup," he sighed.

"Is it okay to say that out loud?" she asked suddenly, eyeing the students.

"Oh yeah, it's fine, we're talking too fast for them to understand," he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh, well then." She picked up her stack of papers that she had come to get initially.

Toshiro sat fuming in his seat next to Renji, sinking lower in the chair from sheer mortification of having been placed in the class. Rangiku, who sat a few seats away from the white-haired boy furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion and raised her hand high up in the air so that Urahara could see it.

"Uh, could you repeat that please?" she asked.

Yoruichi just shook her head slowly and walked out of the room with her stack of papers as Urahara clapped his hands together with a large smile on his face.

"Okay – Class! Today – We – Are – Going – To – Play – A – Game – So – That – We – Can – Get – To – Know – Each- Other!" he said slowly, receiving blank stares from almost all of the students.

"What exactly do you expect us to do?" asked a slightly agitated Yumichika as he twirled a piece of his hair in between his fingers.

Urahara beamed. "We – Are – Going – To – Play – Two – Truths – And - A – Lie!" he exclaimed excitedly, sitting himself atop his desk while swinging the wooden cane absently in between his legs.

Ichigo rolled his eyes at this and Shuuhei sighed heavily. The only one who seemed remotely interested was one Orihime Inoue, who raised her hand high in the air, yelling, "Ooh, ooh! Pick on me!" in a high pitched squeal.

"Yes – Ms. – Inoue?" Urahara asked at a rate that she could understand.

"Um, how do we play?"

"Oh – How – Good – Of – You – To – Ask! Well – You – See, - What – You – Do – Is – Introduce – Yourself – By – Saying – Your – Name – And – Then – You – Say – Two – Things – About – Yourself – That – Are – True – And - One – Thing – That – Is - A – Lie. Do – You – Understand – Now?" he enunciated for the class.

Orihime stared at him blankly for a moment before absorbing all of what he had said. She then nodded quickly, a big grin plastered across her face.

"Okay – Then!" Urahara clapped his hands together again. He pointed to Yumichika and said, "There, - You – Can – Go – First!"

Yumichika groaned loudly as soon as he saw the finger pointed at him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stood up from his desk. "Ok, my name is Yumichika Ayasegawa and the two truths are that I am the most beautiful thing any of you will ever see-" Shuuhei whistled loudly at this, "-and that I am absolutely gorgeous. Hmm, the lie is that I would sleep with any of you, because I am loyal to my boyfriend," he finished with a smirk, Shuuhei rolling his eyes at the last part.

Urahara clapped. "Good – Job, - But – I – Guess – I – Forgot - To – Mention – That – The – Point – Of – This – Game – Is – To – Let – The – Class – Guess – What – The – Lie – Is. Okay – Your – Turn – Ichigo – And – After – You – We – Will – Go – In – Order – Of – Seats," he finished as Ichigo stood up.

Ichigo ran his fingers through his orange hair, trying to think of something to say. "The name's Ichigo Kurosaki and, umm, I have two sisters, I weigh 700 pounds, and I have naturally orange hair," he finished.

Rangiku immediately started laughing. "Oh, honey, that one's clearly the lie! No one could have hair like that naturally!" she piped up.

Ichigo sighed and sat down. "Yeah, that was clearly the lie."

"You weigh 700 pounds?" Orihime exclaimed. "You pull it off so well!"

Rangiku jumped up from her desk. "My turn! My turn!" she cried excitedly, immediately putting a red-colored fingernail to her pursed lips, thinking of her two truths and a lie. "Well, let's see… My name is Rangiku Matsumoto and I read books all the time-"

"That's the lie right there, don't even kid yourself," Yumichika said, searching his hair for split ends.

"Hey!" she yelled. "I didn't even finish!" She glowered at him before saying, "Like you should talk anyways. The game is called Two Truths and a Lie not Two Lies and a Truth."

"You bitch," he growled.

"Hey – Now, - Hey – Now, - That – Is – Enough – You – Two. The – Next – Person – Can – Go," Urahara interjected.

Orihime bounced up from her seat excitedly. "Ooh, I'll go," she volunteered eagerly. "My name is Orihime Inoue and, well, I am a really good chef and I can see dead people and umm, I was on American Idol with Adam Lambert," she said with a thoughtful smile on her face before giving a short curtsy and sitting back in her desk.

Toshiro's cheeks puffed up slightly and he turned a bit green as bile came up his throat. "Ha, thanks for the stomach aches. If you're a good chef then I am seven feet tall," he scoffed.

Shuuhei stood up suddenly and pointed at the white-haired boy. "That's his lie! Totally called it! He is only like four feet tall. Do I win a prize now?"

Urahara blinked slowly. "Umm, - No, - But – Thanks – For - Finally – Participating," he offered.

Shuuhei crossed his arms over his chest and flopped back down in his chair with a huff. Renji glanced back at him, but it didn't seem like he was going to stand up, so Renji started to get up for his turn. Shuuhei shot up.

"Hey, man, it's my turn," he said sharply. Turning to the class he said, "Ok, the name's Hisagi. Shuuhei Hisagi, and I impregnated seven girls last year, uh, I idolize older men, and I have a policy to never take anyone's girlfriend."

Renji almost fell out of his chair laughing. "Ok, yeah, that last one was definitely the lie. Dude, you are such a playa it's not even funny!"

"Pfft! The first one was the lie! It was eight girls last year! Heh, beat that Lil' Wayne!" he scoffed. He took a sideways glance at Yumichika, though, as he said this. "Eh, but I guess the last one's a lie too, whoops," he chuckled, sitting back down in his seat.

Renji was still laughing as he stood up for his turn. "My name's Renji and I like sports, I am not a flaming homosexual-"

"LIE! ALL LIES!" Shuuhei shouted along with Rangiku and Ichigo as Renji said the last part, all pointing at him menacingly.

"Hey!" he yelled. "It is true! You didn't even hear the last one! I was gonna say that I was a big purple elephant!"

Yumichika smirked. "That's more true than the one about your sexuality."

Renji growled menacingly at the more feminine man. "God, you're lucky I don't beat up on chicks."

Yumichika stared at him blankly. "Um, well I am a guy."

Renji's eyes widened. "No fuckin' way!"

"Anyways…" Shuuhei said, trying to get things moving along.

Toshiro finally stood up, although it didn't make much of a difference height wise. He was probably taller sitting down. He smoothed out the front of his t-shirt before addressing the class with a stony gaze and cold tone. "My name is Toshiro Hitsugaya and I am-"

The bell's shrill ring cut off the smaller boy before he could get out another word, all of the students rushing for the door. He clenched his fists. One of these days…

Urahara waved at all of the students. "Have – Fun – In – Your – Afternoon – Classes! See – You – All – Tomorrow!" he called after them, still lengthening all of his words.

A/N:

Andraiyel: Well, that was somewhat entertaining. I am just glad that it is over.

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