A/N Hooray! I've got my kid brother to start reading manga! Soon I will have him under my controll moahahahahaha! And I discovered they've made an anime out of Highschool of the dead. About time, but hey - better late than never! And yeah, I know this chapter isn't very long but trust me, it'll get better. I've written a bit on the next chappie so it shouldn't take so long *note should* I don't know, but I just can't write long chapters :/ I'll blame the lazy-gene^^

"What is this?"

Everyone's heads turned, and they all thanked the merciful flying spaghetti monster for sending the distraction.

"N-Niisama? I thought you were busy filming the battle scene with the 7th espada?"

Byakuya slowly turned to his sister, and shot off a death-stare at the silent crowd with those dead-fish eyes of his. Fishy fishy minus the slime.

"It would seem we were interrupted by this ruckus" (...and that's how you make 7 people swallow at the exact same time, folks)

The Kuchiki was joined by espada number seven, Zommari Leroux, and an unsteady Hanataro, stumbling under the weight of the beaten up, unconscious and bleeding Rukia he was carrying. He dropped the heavy doll to the floor, just to yell out in pain seconds after when the boy realised the prop had landed on his foot, though nobody seemed to notice (or maybe they did - they just didn't care... as usual).

"Is there a problem, director?" Byakuya asked the little man, while his gaze fell on Ichigo (who gulped) and a faint smile twisted his pale lips. "Because if it is, I'd be happy to... dispose of it"

Ichigo started sweating all over. Was he threatening him? Sure looked like it, the way he was staring at him. Byakuya couldn't just kill him, now could he? What? What was going on? Stop staring, please. Just do something goddamnit!

"Oh no, it's not something I could ever ask you to do, Byakuya sir. After all, it's your generosity that keeps us floating. If not for your company's donations, the entire projekt would crash. We're in your debt, Byakuya-sama. Anyway, I was just about to ask these people to go looking for our missing crew. Right, Ichigo-kun?"

Have anyone ever seen a strawberry sweatdrop? Well it did now. 'Aha, so that's how you get all these people to lick your shoes? Damn these wealthy rich snobs!'

"Uh, yeah, sure" Ichigo sighed. 'Why always me?' "So, we're looking for the others, huh? Okay, if Hanataro and Kaien go search in the cafeteria, then Aaroniero and... uhm... sorry, what's your name? espada guy? Could you look in the-"

"Hey hey hey! You can't just walk around 'n call me whatever you want! That's exactly why I hate you racist bastards!" Zommari screamed, pointing at the carrottop with eyes the size of Byakuya's ego.

"W-what? How can you call me racist just because I don't know your name? I've never met you before in my life!" Ichigo shouted back, while Hanataro and Kaien decided this was a very good opportunity to sneak away without drawing any attention to themselves, and the director was just too busy kissing Byakuya's rich ass to notice.

"Oh? Is that so? Then how come you remembered Aaaron's name? You've never met him either, but he's white! Of course you'd know his name. You racist fucker!"

"Hey, I keep telling you, I'm not racist! I knew his name because I heard them talked about him just now! Besides..." Ichigo said as he eyed Aaroniero's crouching figure "isn't he more like... purple or something?"

Aaroniero looked up, and his lower... jaws (?) started trembling. "I-I'm not purple... am I?" *glancing down at his very purple body and then chocking everyone by bursting out crying like the picked-on baby he was*

"All- *sniff* -all p-people ever ask-asked me about w-was my faces and th-the octopus!" he wailed, burying his - head? heads? craniums? oh whatever - lava lamp in Sue's chest (yeah, when you're feeling down - you can always turn to Sue E Side... *cough* I didn't say that) "N-not even once did-did they ask me h-how I feel! I *sniff* told th-them off, b-but all I r-really wanted was to be loved!" The water in the closed glass sphere was reaching an alarming level. Soon the fishbowl would burst of all the tears and all of the little fishies... skulls -would hit the floor and squiggle on the ground, gasping for air while slowly dissolving into a mushy squishy... A very sick, disturbing thought.

Sue, who'd suddenly popped up outta nowhere, patted his shoulder *there there* and then glared accusingly at Ichigo.

"He is right, sir. You should not judge people by their appearance" Ichigo, still lost in weird thoughts, suddenly realised that everyone was against him. Seriously, they were standing around him in a circle, looking down at him as if they were about to start kicking him any second.

"But I never did! Look, I'm friends with Chad, and he's mexican. Right Chad?"

Chad -who must have come with Sue (who was doing her best to try to calm Aaroniero down, by petting him on the glass-bulb)- just stood there, creeping everyone out.

"...My name is Yasutora Sado. Not Chad."

"HA!" Zommari spat out, succeeding in bursting Ichigo's eardrums in the process. "See? You forgot his name too! Your own friend! You disgust me. LET'S SUE HIS RACIST ASS!"

"YEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!" All of a sudden, this huge crowd, complete with demonstration signs, popped up and - with a very confused Kaname Tousen in the lead mumbling something about 'this is justice' - the equipage took off with Zommari and Chad lifted above their heads and Sue - with a still sobbing Aaroniero clutching her arm - in the back, towing after them.

Ichigo was left on the floor, his eye twitching, Rukia looked up at the sealing and wondered when it would start to rain, Kaien and Hanatarou was nowhere to be found, Urahara went back to work on the movie-set and wondered when Yoruichi would return from the anti-racist-demonstration, and the director just realised what had happened and went off somewhere to find something for his headache. Byakuya swirled around with his haori flying in the wind and walked away with his nose in the air(while his servants were left to follow him while towing the gigantic fan behind him). Little did he know there was a big invisible sign over his head screaming 'drama queen'.

Ichigo snapped out of his chocked, slightly drooling condition when Rukia dragged him to his feet by his shirt.

"Come on, I know where some of them might be" she said while tugging him towards the doors leading to the other actor's dormitories.

He shook off her hand and followed her through the corridors.

"Are you sure? I don't really feel like running around all over the place just to discover they're not there" he asked her sceptically. Rukia rolled her eyes to the question, reading the name-signs to the doors they passed.

"Trust me, in their condition they're not going anywhere"

A/N Hmm, for a moment, Sue kinda reminded me of Dexter with his sympathetic "there there". Ever read those books? Imagine a schizophrenic Ulquiorra with killing tendencies, pretending to be human when he's really a psyko with a big empty hole in his chest where it's supposed to be a heart, living in Miami with his cop-sister Rukia and his blonde wife Orihime with her two kids Senna and Chad... kinda... please don't hate me.

Anyway, that espada guy... umm... *doesn't check google at all* Z-something (Tite Kubo is an amazing artist, has he a sick sense of names or what? o.O I mean... Aaroniero Arruruire - that's pretty much as weird as it gets! If I had my own manga, I'd never name the characters something that stupid, right Sue? ...Sue? You're supposed to agree with me!). He may be a bit out off character, but this is his actor, people! Not him! I got my inspiration from an old classmate of mine. He always stood up and screamed "fuckin' razi" as soon as you commented his foodplates XD