The screen door creaked as Soi Fong stepped out in her sleek black bath robe, with a newspaper snuggled under one arm, and a coffee mug in the other. She slouched down in the nearby rocking chair, enjoying the brisk morning air that prickled across her skin. Taking a sip out of her mug she cringed at the bitter taste of it.

"Blehhh, revolting, people actually drink this?!"

Finally getting over the bad aftertaste she pulled out the newspaper nestled under her arm.

"Hmmm….let's see what is going on in the wonderfully boring world of people."

Just as she was about to read the morning headline on Paris Hilton and the Blue Man Group an unexpected intrusion caught her off guard. Mr. Kurosaki emerged from the front door with a pot and wooden spoon gripped tightly in both hands. His face looked somewhat hysterical. Soi Fong was no fool and could only assume what was about to happen.

"Oh shit"

"GET OUT OF MY PROPERTY YOU BUNCH OF FREE LOADERS!!!!!"

A pearl white grin sprawled over his face as the pot and spoon harmoniously created a boisterous variety of crashing and clanging noises, causing poor old Soi Fong rushes to protect her ears from further impairment. The spell had been lifted from the Kurosaki residence, instigating abhorrent disgruntled grunts and groans. Oh did I forget to tell you. The household looked like a low-budget reenactment of WWII, figures. Bodies trailed around left and right, under bushes, over cars, and in the front lawn you could find a half conscious Kuukaku in a gorilla suit next to a the all American favorite pink flamingo, your guess is as good as mine. Ichigo couldn't bare it any longer, the pillow he had covering his face no longer served purpose.

"DAMMIT!"

Throwing off the covers he grumbled as he slipped on his power ranger slippers, yes people, power ranger. Stormily he headed down the stairs to identify the culprit.

"Who the HELL is making all that noi-"

He was left in mid-sentence; his lips stopped moving as his eyes were transfixed on his surrounding environment.

"Oh my lanta…."

Taking a step forward his foot met with the crunching sounds of half empty beer cans.

"Great."

Making his way through the mass chaos, he at last found his father in the front lawn chasing off people like a maniac.

Kuukaku and Kisuke could be found skipping down the street doing their own interpretation of a Lion King classic 'In the Jungle',

Some would call this sacriligious, others inspiration.