A/N Told you it wouldn't take so long! Finally something's happening! I think I'm gonna write a flashback later on just for the fun of it^^
And it looks like Spain won the World Cup. Congrats, Spain! Even though I rooted for the Netherlands. I'm usualy not really that much into sports, but you just gotta love those orange clothes XD Like last time, when they wore bright orange shirts, the same colour for the shorts and then light blue socks!
They stopped at the 11:th door, with a big sign saying 'Shinigami Women's Association - please do not disturb'. Ichigo stared at the sign.
"The SWA have their own loge?" He asked. Rukia just shook her head at his idiocy.
"Of course! Where else would we have all our meetings? We can't be in our own rooms, it'd be too crowded" she sighed. Ichigo just continued to glare at the sign. Then it hit him:
"B-but, hey! Then how come the shinigami men's association always use my room for their meetings?"
Rukia frowned.
"It could have something to do with us getting a new premises... Nii-sama did mention something about 'some minor cleaning up' before we moved in. And as the main character, your room should have the most space."
"I have not!... anyway, are you sure someone's in there?" Ichigo turned to the short actress, who nodded and reached for the handle, slightly hesitating.
"No doubt. I can't really remember all of the details, but before we left I know Yachiru and Matsumoto shouted something about sleepover, and then I heard them in here on the way back to my room"
Ichigo stared up at the ceiling. Last night was just a blur, someone said something and someone else answered. Keigo had fallen asleep while throwing up in the bathroom with his head in the toilet. Tatsuki had constantly cried out "asians can't hold their liqour.. it's these freakish enzyme's we don't have... fuckit!" over and over again for those who were drunk enough to listen. Orihime had giggled and eaten chocolate-frosted pancake batter with sun dried tomatoes from a pink bowl and then... nothing.
All he knew was that they'd been in Shinji's room, and then suddenly all these bottles just popped up. Renji and Ikkaku had challenged him to a chugging contest which Hiyori had won, and then everyone decided it'd be a great idea to go visit the movie-set in the middle of the night. Rukia and Ichigo had gotten tired of all the drunkies and went somewhere and... argh! It was all just a blur!
He swallowed loudly, wondering wtf happened last night. To his left, Rukia blushed deeply as her own memories started to knock on the door, wondering if they could come back.
They just stood there, frozen solid, for who knows how long, doing their best to regain - or in some cases reject - their memories.
"Hello, good morning everyone!"
The scream echoed between the walls when the protagonist couple got startled and slowly turned around to look at their curious co-worker.
Senna stared at them in disbelief. "... Okay... Anyways, what are you two doing down here? Aren't you supposed to meet up with the director?"
"Well, yeah, we did. He told us to go find the others and now we have... so what are you doing here?"
Senna giggled at the question and her hand formed the 'victory' sign. That gesture didn't get popular until England's prime minister Winston Churchill used it during the 2:world war but neither Senna nor Ichigo knew that, so I don't know why I brought it up.
"I've already shot all my scenes for today, so I got the rest of the day off. But why are we all standing around here for if the others are in there? Why are they still asleep anyways?"
Ichigo ran his hand through his hair and just felt really uncomfortable. He didn't exactly feel like telling her they had thrown an unplanned party without thinking of inviting her, but coming up with some bad excuses for the others weren't really his style either so he just avoided the question. Smooth, Ichigo -.-'
"You're right, Senna. Rukia, what are you doing? If you're so sure they're in there - then just open the door already" Said midget glared at him, but still didn't make any move towards the door's handle.
"I don't think they're... feeling so well. Maybe we should just leave them alone for now and come back later."
"What? Are they sick? It can't be all that bad" Senna exclaimed, and grabbed the handle without any hesitation (perhaps because she had no idea what was waiting for her on the other side) "And if the director told us we should find them ourselves, then it has to be an emergency. I'll get it." She nodded and threw the door wide open, and then boldly stepped into the swallowing darkness of the SWA-room while Ichigo and Rukia stood at the entrance and stared at the black hole. They heard a faint, loud 'Wakey wakey' and then the lights went on and Senna disappeared, never to be seen again.
The bright demonic light revealed a growling, pissed-off, still a bit drunk, pulsing and moving hangover.
Yachiru laid, slightly snoring, on top of the wardrobe with neon-green bubblegum all over her pinkish hair and surrounded by empty red bull cans. She held Rukia's favourite black marker tightly in her small fist (god knows how she'd got her hands on that) and judging by the black doodles that covered the entire room and several people, she'd had a lot of fun. Grimmjow, however, would probably not think the same when (or if) he ever discovered that the inerasable ink had been used to draw several uneven whiskers on his cheeks, accompanied by a fat black plump on the nose - obviously intended to look like a cat's nose but since the ink had smeared out, it was now covering half his face. Ichigo swallowed and hoped for god's sake someone would pick the tampoons out of his black nostrils before the blue-haired man woke up.
Hiyori snored loudly, and turned around in the huge bed in the middle of the room. Her grip on the sake bottle slackened and the flask fell to the floor with a small *clink*. As a result, Hiyori grimased and let out a yawn, showing that someone had coloured her teeth bright orange. In her sleep, she reached for Kukaku Shiba's headband and then collapsed, with the clan-leader's boob as a pillow and continued snoring.
Kukaku herself didn't *thank god* notice anything, she just smacked her lips and drooled on, mumbling something about 'idiots... I'll exterminate you all...*hic*'
Wishing very much he wasn't the idiot in question, Ichigo turned around to violently hush a giggling Rukia when she saw the utterly humiliated Grimmjow's situation. Rukia stuck out her tongue at him, but stopped to take a closer look at Tatsuki's unconscious body.
Ichigo leaned over her to confirm what he hoped he hadn't seen from around the bed.
Rukia shook her head i disbelief and carefully lifted the cotton and plastic, wrapped around Tatsuki's left calf to protect the new tattoo and the sheets.
Ichigo shoved Rukia away to get a peek of the permanent decoration on his friend's leg. He groaned at what he saw.
The short woman shrugged while clearing her throat. "Well, at least it doesn't say 'I heart Twilight'" [Sorry, you guys I just had to... Hey! Put down the axe! ]
In big, fat, black letters, the ink spelled the words "This Is Something I'm Gonna Regret" across the calf.
Hichigo suddenly caught their attention by loudly throwing up in a bucket that stood next to him on the floor, but he fell back asleep. Maybe that was just as good, since neither Ichigo nor Rukia was in any mood to explain to him why someone (my guess is a giggling, sugar-high Yachiru) had decided to write 'FACERAPED' all across his pale forehead. Chances that the drunk actor would strangle the first innocent person who'd ask 'are you missing an eyebrow?' was pretty high - most people don't enjoy walking around one eyebrow short. Both of them agreed to leave the room the fastest way possible and tip-toed towards the door, nearly tripping on the sleeping Nanao, who had spread herself across the floor with the glasses upside down on the nose and nail polish covering her heavy eyelids. Ichigo gulped and carefully stepped over the sleeping mass, and Rukia carefully removed a spider making it's way towards the goal; Ise Nanao's wide-open snoring mouth.
The two of them had just closed the Door Of Death when they heard Hichigo scream loud enough to wake the dead, with that hoarse, crazy voice of his.
"Rrhhrrrrahahahahaa! I'm free! Who's the king now horse? HahahaRhrrra Ghhh- "
*Complete silence*
The two stared at each other and then glanced down at the door spring - something very wet, very sticky and very, very red was spreading in the hallway.
Ichigo and Rukia shot a short glance at each other, and ran for it.
A/N Nananananananananananana CAT MAN!
*Herm* No offence, Twilight lövers, but a tattoo? Seriously? Imagine a 90 yearsold wrinkled old hag, and somewhere under all those wrinkles, there's a 75 years old smeared, messy "I heart Edward Cullen"-tattoo. I dunno 'bout you, but I think that's just freaky...
Don't ask me what Hichigo and Grimmjow were doing at a slumberparty with (at least parts of) the SWA. I have no idea :S
So if you missed Senna, there you had her. And there she went. And I can assure you Yachiru didn't drink any alcohol. I think she just got a major sugar overdose, and that was just to be expected sooner or later.