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The next day dawned bright and sunny.

Squinting in the morning sun, which was shining directly into his eyes, Ichigo clapped his hands for attention.

"From today onwards, you people are no longer in teams! You will now work as individuals, and the loser gets kicked off. Everyone else will make it to the top 3. So, are you ready?"

"YES!"

Ichigo grinned.

"Are y'all feeling pumped up?"

"YEAH!" yelled the two men.

The two women rolled their eyes.

"Weirdoes…"

"Good that you're feeling pumped up, because you're gonna run a lot today!"

The four shinigami stared at him, imitating goldfish.

"What?"

"You heard me! Today's challenge is to complete all your tasks the fastest!"

Ichigo brandished a slip of paper.

Ishida handed an envelope to each of the contestants.

"Do not open your envelopes yet! Let me explain the rules. Inside that envelope is a slip of paper like the one I have. To complete the challenge, you will have to complete the task stated. Not all of you will have the same tasks, as these slips were picked at random from a huge box. No cheating, because there will be a camera crew following you. Usual rules apply: no shunpo, shikai, bankai, kidou, shunko, etc. Whoever comes in last gets kicked out."

He extricated a whistle from his pocket.

"Ready…set…OPEN YOUR ENVELOPES AND GO!"

The four shinigami ripped open their envelopes and sped off, with four camera crews on scooters following them.

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Matsumoto looked at the words on her paper.

Get a kiss.

Well, that was simple. Matsumoto knew exactly where she should go.

She skipped happily out of Seireitei, to a bar in Rukongai that she went to regularly. At this time of day, there were quite a few men sitting at the bar counter. She walked up to them.

"Kiss me," she said.

Immediately there was a flurry of movement as the men got off their seats and charged towards her. The moment she felt lips touching her cheek, she grinned.

She raced out of the bar, and slammed the door shut, shutting the men inside. Then she ran for her life before the door broke down.

Task complete.

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Yoruichi studied the slip of paper.

Find a plushie.

That was easy. She reached the Second Division barracks and peeped in, to find Soi Fon watching the live broadcast of the show. Probably because she didn't want to spend her money buying an arena ticket.

On her desk was a huge pile of rice crackers, presumably confiscated from her vice-captain.

She turned around.

"Yoruichi-sama!"

Yoruichi grinned.

"Hello. I was wondering, could I borrow one of your cat plushies?"

"Eh? But nobody's supposed to know I have plushies."

"There's a camera behind me. You just let the whole of Seireitei know."

"What?"

Soi Fon blinked, having just noticed the camera.

She leaned close to the lens.

"Listen up, all you people watching this," she hissed menacingly. "Breathe a word about this, and I will hunt you down. Got it?"

She sniffed, and spun on her heel.

Disappearing into her office, she returned with a plushie that looked exactly like Yoruichi's cat form.

"Thanks. Gotta dash. Bye!"

Yoruichi ran off.

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Urahara frowned at his instructions.

Get at least 5 shinigami to applaud for you.

Urahara looked at the word 'applaud'.

Applause usually comes with performances, right?

Clinging on to this warped belief, he raced towards the division that had the members most in need of a short break.

The Twelfth Division.

Almost as if it were coincidence, the members of the Twelfth, excluding Mayuri and Nemu, who were overseeing the filming, were having a coffee break. And so Urahara, having absolutely no shame whatsoever, began his 'Swan Lake' routine.

He spun. He leaped. He twirled. But best of all, he had perfected his swan leaps.

His audience was shaking in silent laughter. One had snorted so hard, he now was scouring his nose with a tissue, trying to clean out the coffee he had breathed in. Another had dropped his Fanta grape onto the head of a shorter colleague, giving the poor man's black hair bubbly purple highlights.

Urahara was nearing the end of his performance. He twirled around, then attempted one last swan leap…

…and crashed headlong into a tree.

The audience whooped and cheered, clapping enthusiastically.

Urahara got up, bowed drunkenly to the audience, and grinned, showing that his two front teeth had been knocked out. Turning around, he proceeded to stagger crookedly in the direction of the arena.

It was going to be one long walk.

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Renji stared at the words on the slip of paper, his feeling of dread rising.

Get a kiss.

How on earth was he going to get a kiss?

Then he remembered. The Sixth Division's eighth seat was the President of the 'Abarai-fukutaichou Fan Club', wasn't she?

Perfect.

He popped his head into the barracks to find her in the sitting room, with some other girls presumably from the fan club as well.

"Minami-hachiseki."

She looked up.

"Eh? Abarai-fukutaichou-san? What is it?"

Renji brandished the piece of paper nervously.

"Well, I have a bit of a problem…"

She snatched the paper at looked at it, and began to hyperventilate.

The other girls crept up behind her, and saw the line of words.

"Oh…my…"

They all turned to him, and simultaneously shrieked, "Abarai-fukutaichouuuuu!"

Renji paled.

"Crap. Stupid idea."

He ran out, with the entire 'Abarai-fukutaichou Fan Club' hot on his heels.

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Ichigo was surprised.

Renji hadn't made it back yet.

Matsumoto was the first one there, having run as fast as she could away from the seedy bar in Rukongai.

Hot on her heels was Yoruichi, brandishing a plush toy.

Then they had waited for one and a half hours before Urahara stumbled in, grinning like an idiot and not walking straight. He headed for Yoruichi and Matsumoto, but veered sharply to his left, looking like a dazed drunkard. He crashed into Ichigo's podium.

"I feel woozy…"

He began to sing 'When You Wish Upon A Star' in a horribly off-key voice, but couldn't make it past the first line before he fainted. Two crashes in one day were just two too many.

But where was Renji?

Two hours after Urahara's appearance, Renji made his epic entrance back into the arena, face covered with lipstick marks, shihakusho torn.

"Eh? Renji, What happened?"

He looked up miserably.

"Fan girls…" he muttered. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell asleep, snoring.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. Turning to the audience, he announced, "And so, the ones who made it to the top 3 are…Matsumoto, Yoruichi, and Urahara! We'll see you tomorrow for the finale."

Renji paid no attention to the fact that he had just been kicked off. He turned over, still asleep, unconsciously wiped off the huge trail of drool on his face, and hiccupped.

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One more chapter till the finale! Yay! =D