Chapter 1: Too Much Free Time

Click. Naruto was flipping through channels on the TV, looking for something to watch. It had been a month since Jaraiya had showed him how to enter dreams. The young genin was still having some difficulty staying in his dreams since he had very bad concentration.

The main point of the technique was to have the dream you wanted to enter in your mind at the moment you performed it. Naruto was having some really stupid ones lately of this orange haired kid in some weird place he had never seen before. How in the name of Hokage am I supposed to dream about things that funky if I've never even experienced anything nearly as crazy as that? Ichgo? Rukia? Orihime? Chad? Uuryu? Tatsuki? Keigo? Mizuiro? Renji? Yuzu? Karin? What kind of fucked ass names are those? Poor Naruto was having a hard time understanding his odd dreams.

"Maybe a little ramen will make me feel better…Then, it's back to training! I want to meet those weirdoes in my head! They may be weird, but they all seem pretty exciting…"Naruto was talking to himself again. Maybe I'll get Sasuke to help me. I hate it, but it also might be a little more fun if he also came along…

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They're all fucking idiots…every last one of them should just go and lie in a hole and die…it would save me some freaking time…morons…

Ichigo was sitting in the corner with Chad and Renji, trying not to look as all his 'friends' were embarrassing themselves with a game of strip poker. Of course Keigo decides to have his birthday party at a BAR!!! What stupid bar lets a whole bunch of fifteen year olds in and drink anyway? The orange haired soul reaper couldn't help from gritting his teeth because if he didn't, the giant vein sticking out of his forehead would've exploded.

Keigo, Mizuiro, and Mizuiro's older girlfriend had somehow started up this dumb game about fifteen minutes ago. Of course Rukia, being on a stupid mission to learn more about human culture had to play (not to mention she was wasted). With only their undergarments and pants on, Orihime and Rukia were dead last in the rankings. Uuryu wasn't doing so bad since he only lost his cape, shoes, and a sock…

"Shouldn't I get like a handicap or something, since I'm the birthday boy and all?" whined Keigo. "You know, you and your girlfriend could go a little easier on all of us!" The stupid pervert was tied for last with Rukia and Orihime.

He was referring to the Mizuiro, who not only had all his clothes intact, but also a small pile of clothing in front of him too.

"Maybe we should go a little easier, sweetie."

"Believe me, I'm doing him a favor in taking away their clothes. I know he's wanted to see Orihime in a bikini for some time." Mizuiro motioned towards Keigo as he stared boggle-eyed at the fore mentioned female's chest volume…(Remind you of anyone?)

Ichigo, Renji, and Chad were the only ones in the whole place that weren't even partially drunk. Rukia and Orihime lost their pant in the next round, and Ichigo was having trouble not looking at the table. I can't help it if I see anything. They picked a frikin' huge table in the middle of this whole damned place! It's not like it's hard not to see anyone in his or her panties…Ichigo was trying desperately to convince himself that he was not a pervert…but that was obviously not working.

"I'm going to get some air!" shouted the teen as he scooted out of the chair and walked towards the door. "If anyone needs to come, I don't mind," he added as he stared straight at Orihime and Rukia. He thought the two might want an excuse to escape their impending doom.

"I'll com-"Renji was cut off by a certain someone's screams.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! YOU TRYIN' TA TELL ME THAT I'VE HAD ENOUGH TA DRINKING? I'LL BE THA JUDGE 'A THAT YOU ASH-HOLE! YOU WANNA FRIKIN' PIECE 'A ME? I'LL FIGHT YOOOOUUUU!" A very incoherent Tatsuki was holding her fist at the now cowering bartender as she caught the attention of everyone in the dinky bar.

"I think you might need some air too, Tatsuki," growled Ichigo as he tossed the drunken karate champion over his shoulder.

"I'LL FIGHT YOU TOOO!!! WHO DA HELL IS 'DIS?" Tatsuki was now gnawing on Ichgo's head while trying to free herself from Ichigo's iron grip of fury…

"Ichigo…mebee you should release her…"Crash. Rukia had staggered up to Ichigo during the commotion and was now on the floor after tripping on a barstool. "Oww…how'd I end up on the ceilin'?"

The raven-haired girl was too bombed to get up herself, so Renji voluntarily scooped her up into his arms (He was loving it too).

"I AM NOW TAKING THESE TWO DRUNKARDS HOME! IF ANYONE WHO IS NOT DRUNK WANTS TO COME, THEY ARE WELCOME!" Yelled the young man as he kicked the door open to take the two girls home. He walked out the door and was halfway down the street when some stupid looking blonde kid ran into him!

"Watch it you twerp!" Rukia was unconscious in Renji's arms now. He slung her over his shoulder as he helped Ichigo up. As he fell, Ichigo released the drunk Tatsuki, which was now going crazy on the young blonde.

"I DID IT!!! Ero-sennin is going to be so proud of me when he finds ou- OWW? What the hell? Who the heck are you?" The kid was trying to fend off Tatsuki, who even drunk was obviously still one hell of a fighter.

Ichigo and Renji stared incredulously at the little boy in front of them. He looked about 12 or 13 and had no color coordination (He could be color blind too!). What in the name of Soul Society is Naruto doing here? He isn't real! He's just some stupid dream!