A.N. Yay! You get to find out the name of the character!
Me: Grimmy, do the disclaimer!
Grimmjow: What the hell do you think I am, woman? I'm not doing an exclaimer for a friggin'-
Me: (I clamp my arms over Grimmjow's mouth) Uh uh uh! This is rated K+ for a reason, now do the exclaimer before I shove a pole so far up your hooter that-
Grimmjow: (He bites my arm and I complain angrily) Fine, I'll do it. The... idiot over there does not own Bleach, she only owns... herself(?)
Me: Thank you.
I lay in my bed, breathing in an out in a steady rhythm causing a lengthy bit of hair that was usually on the side of my face, it was currently on my face resting on the tip of my nose, to flutter up and glide down in time with my breath. "...omnom... no...not the porcelain bowl of dooooooom..." I was splayed out in a strange position, comically even, my legs were in a cartoon running position, my right arm was underneath my head, with my head resting on the inside of my elbow. My other arm was placed on my hip, hanging limply. I jolt awake. I run my fingers through my head which is sticking out odder angles than usual due to bed hair. "The first dream I have for a year just HAS to be a dream where Ichigo becomes a criminal mastermind and flushed all of Soul Society down the toilet...!" I manage to mumble out, I then look at my tiny blue alarm clock which I never ever use. "Must...get... dressed...-" I groan,"- note to self; lay off the burgers...oh wait, I'm not fat..."
"HURRY UP!" I pull on my yellow graffiti New York shirt and commence tugging my denim knee length short, I check if everything is on... Then I realise that my pant are on backwards, I straighten them and leap down the stairs. "I'M HURRY UPPING!" I snag my Dsi from the dining table and on all fours I bound across the sofa, straighten out and run out the door. I shoo Ichigo onto the street and then announce, "Urahara Shoten!" Since when do you call the shots?" Ichigo scowls at me, he's clearly not a morning person. "Since right now!" I rush to the Urahara Shoten. As I approached I saw that Tessai was attacking Urahara with 5 year old medicine.
Whoa, hold on a sec. Lets recap a bit, first I exploded Ichigo's mind because I told him that I booked tickets for all of the Gotei 13, Urahara and co. and for Ichigo and co. I had Ichigo dreaming of rainbows when I told him that we had 1 day to gather all of them, now at 9 am we're at the Urahara Shoten to convince Urahara to come and convince him to open a Sekai into Soul Society so that we could go annoy Ren-ahem... gather the others.
I got close to Ichigo, "Agent Strawberry, operation Black Market is a go, I repeat operation Black Market is a go. Over, do you copy?" I whisper, my eyes glinting mischievously. "Do I have to?" Ichigo stubbornly groans, I elbow him in the ribs, "Ow! Fine... Roger that... Agent Imabetterthanyou..." Ichigo grumbles out, I however, grin. "You know it! Haaaaaraaa-chama! I booked tickets to different countries and I would like you to come!" Urahara hides behind his striped fan, "Did you bring the items we agreed on?" Hell yeah. "We toddled over to the table that was at the end of the store and began to giggle like school girls, albeit slightly scarily. " Hara-chama, I have a number 5 and a normal rare that I would be willing to trade for your number 21, number 9 and number 13." I bounce around a bit, "I traded my number 9 for a 45 and 15, apparently Yoruichi had doubles of both of them and desperately needed a 9. I don't really need the number 15, care to take it of my hands?" Urahara offered, "Gladly, I've been searching for that little thing for a week!" We took your respective cards out of our pockets and hastily pasted them to each other, giggle obnoxiously and fussing over our cards. Urahara squealed and flapped his arms like a fish out of water. "Riko-chaaaaamaaaa! It's so... POWERFUL!" Urahara burst into tears over the pwnageness of one of the cards.
I smirked. "Agent Strawberry, ATTAAAAAACK!" I screamed at Ichigo. He lunged at Urahara only to find out that Urahara had predicted this, he... was... caught by the enemy... I took Ichigo's phone and took a snapshot of the strawberry looking like he had fallen into a vat of cheese. His eyes were squinted at a very fail attempt of glare, his mouth was clamped shut and his cheeks were puffed out, his nostrils were enlarged and were chugging out steam. He was squished in a hug from the perverted shop keeper. "Ok, aaaaand...DONE!" I almost squealed by then, Urahara managed to suppress his urge by passing out. I laughed hysterically and mashed the buttons on Ichigo's phone. I had sent the picture to the Yu gi oh manager.
*5 minutes later*
*bleep...* ...*bleeeeep...* ...bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep* ARGH! Turn your cellphone off! Oh wait, that's a text on my phone, sorry... aw great! My mail's arrived! Hee hee, do you ever wonder what a Bleach trading card game would look like...? Oops... I've said too much...
I scamper to Urahara's mailbox, look inside and shred the single envelope that is in there into shreds leaving behind 3 cards. "Hara-chama! They're here! Ururu, Ginta, come and see! Tessai, WAKE UP!" Everyone that I had called gathered around me and Ichigo was left to overlook everyone's shoulders, he failed miserably to see what was so important. Urahara and Tessai ran in circles screeching about how marvellous the cards were, Ururu and Ginta smirked, ok... Ginta smirked, Ururu just stood there and smiled the whole time... Meanwhile someone ninja like, crouched in a tree being ninja-y while smirking ninja-tasticly before jumping ninja quiet away from the group using a ninja move filled with ninja-y goodness and ninja-y nutrients. Back with me, Ichigo, finally tired of looking stupid by not knowing what was going on decided to ask, "What is that?" to which I replied like he had a chicken up his nose because he didn't know, " It's the I chi go trading card game cards!" He stared before replying, "WHAT?" See look, this is the 'sleep' card-" I thrust a card with a picture of Ichigo drooling in his sleep in his face. "It induces sleep in the opponents Berry-mon. Duh." What the hell's a Berry-mon?"
I tsk and wag my finger, "I guess I'll have to explain it all to you... a Berry-mon is the duelist's offense and defence, it attacks other Berry-mons and blocks attacks from other Berry-mons. Smoothie cards usually effect the duelist's cards, there can also be Equip Smoothie's, they add stats to the Berry-mons. Then there are also Basket cards, they cause cause negative and positive effects on Berry-mons such as adding an extra skin. I chi go is suuuuuch a good game!" Ichigo just stands there gaping and looking like a tard. Then he glares at me. "What the hell is WRONG with you? You take PICTURES of me IN MY SLEEP?" He screeches, madly swiping at me... and missing. "You're a stalker!" I wave his comment off. "Actually... it was Urahara that was taking the pictures-" He WHAT?" Geez... chill, it's not like he was groping you..." Ichigo's vein pops out of his forehead, "Although I wouldn't know cause I wasn't there...-" Ichigo then screeches and tears out some of his hair while I prod Urahara, who had passed out from squealing and hyperventilating, with my foot...he twitched... "Calm down... at least you didn't wake up!" Ichigo passes out and goes to his inner world... "Prude.. oi, Hara-chama? If you come with us to New York I'll give you one of the new cards I got!" He drools and nods in his coma, I smirk and run off to find Yoruichi.
"Ah ha! Yoruichi, wait up!" Yoruichi turns around ninja style and I slam into her boobs so she crushes me into a hug until I go limp... then she lets go, she would never kill someone via her boobs! "Ah, Riko! What can I do for you?" I shove the card in her face and take a really, really, really huge breath in, "Ijustgotthisepiccardandit'scalled'UraharamolestingIchigo'soifyoucomewithustoNewYorkI'llgiveyouone!" (Translator for Stupidise: I just-...*creak...CRASH* Oh uh... it broke...I guess that was NEVER gonna work...)I pant, gasp, inhale, exhale, cough, choke and collapse. Yoruichi studies the card and then helps me up. "Sure I'll come! Nice card by the way, I'll take payment in advance." Since i was belly down on the ground she swiped the card from my hand in a ninja like way and bounds of with epic ninja skills before opening a bag of fish shaped animal crackers and shoving them into her mouth like a ninja eating a cream pie.
Urg...I'm Taka Moriko-er... Riko is better... Oh yeah, that's surname first, and me and the strawberry prude are gathering victim-uh friends, yeah friends, to go with us to three different countries!
Done! Rate, review and tell me what else you would want me to include in the series! Meanwhile... OMNOMNOMNOMNOM no! NOT THE PORCIELIN BOWL OF DOOOOOOOM!