Title: Johnny Depp
Date: 19 March, 2009
Words: 801
Characters: Toshiro, Rangiku, Ichigo, Rukia, Orihime, Ikkaku, Yumi, Renji
Pairings: Rangiku & Toshiro, you can discern the others as you see fit. 8-)
Inspiration: My own love for my dearest Johnny, who is one of three men better-looking than Toshiro (the others being Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora). *Grabs her own hankie*
Summary: The ladies watch a film, and the guys join them. With some very typical anime-style results.
Rating: T (for a couple words and some implications)

A/N: For anyone who is not aware, this fanfic is here simply for my amusement, and to be updated at my whim. Unless otherwise stated, it should be assumed that these chapters do not have a particular order, though they do follow something of a general timeline. But, you can read them in any order you wish. Also, since this has been reformatted, it should no longer be assumed that Rangiku is pregnant. That bit is now a story unto itself. It's called "Beautiful Mess." I hope you'll find the time to read it!

So, I think I'm in love with Renji/Shuuhei. Oh, dear God, shoot me now. Actually, don't. That might hurt. So, would you guys support my throwing in some ShuuRen and some IsaneYumi? Or should I keep it IsaneRenji? Whatever you decide I'll work into the Beautiful Mess story, as well. Currently it has some touches of ShuuRen, but it's only in the comic-relief sense, but, are there any objections? (No M-rated scenes for them, sorry!)

I've decided to continue "If Walls Could Talk" and "Heartbreaker." Any ideas are highly appreciated. "Heartbreaker" will be re-categorized, as it will be an IchiRuki fic.

Regardless, please enjoy! And if you desire to review (which I hope you do) you can always use the anonymous reviewing. It is still enabled. 8-)
-Rachel Noelle

Rangiku, Rukia, and Orihime sat on the sofa in Orihime's living room. Each girl held a handkerchief in their hands and stared at the screen. They gasped, sighed, and drooled in all the right places. Some foreign film they'd never heard of, but each girl thought it to be wonderful. And the incredibly good-looking man on the screen only helped that thought process along.

Not quite a quarter into the movie, Renji, Ichigo, Ishida, Yumichika, Ikkaku, and Hitsugaya walked into Orihime's living room. Each of the guys stared at the screen for a few minutes, also enjoying the movie.

"This isn't too bad, Orihime," Yumichika began, "The costumes are exceptionally beautiful, and this is just the most touching story line!"

"It is, isn't it?" agreed Orihime.

"Only a member of the eleventh, or Orihime, would find it touching," Ishida commented dryly.

"What movie is this?" Ichigo asked.

"Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street," Rukia responded. No one removed their eyes from the screen for any duration of time. The boys all found seats around the living room, Rangiku forcing Hitsugaya into an, amazingly, comfortable position draped across the three girls on the sofa.

"Rangiku, remove your hands from my person this instant," Hitsugaya grumbled, true to form. Rangiku squeezed him harder and he finally sighed, resigning himself to his loss. He supposed it wasn't such a terrible loss, anyway.

"Even with all the songs and crap, this is a pretty good show," commented Ikkaku a few moments later.

"You're one to complain. You have a stupid fuckin' song you sing and a dance to go with it, Mr. Luck, Luck!" Renji grumbled.

"At least my song isn't sappy and dumb like these," defended Ikkaku.

"Actually, Ikkaku," Ichigo started.

Hitsugaya finished his sentence, "Abarai is correct. That song is stupid." Yumichika nodded his head in agreement, looking apologetic.

"But, Hitsugaya taicho!" Ikkaku whined.

"You boys shut up or we'll throw every one of you outside!" Rangiku scolded, causing each of them to clam up instantly.

Some time passed before anyone said anything else. The only sounds heard were the girls' noises of "ooh's" and "ah's."

Hitsugaya, still laying on the sofa with the girls (hey, he was short, no one said he couldn't take advantage of that, and having Rangiku's breasts pressed against you like that, well…). He reached to scratch an itch on his head and turned his head and upper body in the process. This motion caused him to face Rangiku, looking up. She had her handkerchief pressed against her face, close to her nose, and he wondered why. Looking down absently, still scratching that spot, he noticed Rukia and Orihime doing the same thing. Were they crying?

He mentally shrugged and turned to focus on the movie again. He felt Rangiku begin to run her fingers through his hair, but thought it felt nice and didn't bother complaining.

A little over halfway through the movie, the unanimous consent was for a bathroom and snack break. Once they shoved Hitsugaya into the floor, landing with a thud, a glare that could freeze fire, and a muttered curse, Orihime took the handkerchiefs from the other two girls and tossed them in the wash. She retrieved more for the girls and also offered them to any boy that wanted one. They all refused.

"I ain't no crying pussy!" Ikkaku proclaimed. Orihime shrugged in a noncommittal way and put the hankies away.

He continued to carry on until Hitsugaya threatened to take one of the hankies and shove it down Ikkaku's throat if he didn't shut up. The small group gathered drinks and snacks and returned to the living room, everyone resuming the same seating. Again, Hitsugaya really saw no reason to complain.

During a very provoking scene, Hitsugaya again made to scratch his head. He reached back and noticed something warm to the touch, and detected the faint sent of something metallic in the air. Withdrawing his hand to examine the substance, he noticed it looked like… blood?

Trying not to panic, he sat up, looking worriedly at Rangiku and causing a disturbance in the room. "Are you okay, Rangiku?" he asked.

She looked at him curiously, Orihime and Rukia following suit. "Hai, Taicho. I'm fine. Is something wrong?" she dabbed at her nose with the hankie in her hand, revealing the source of blood. Seeing the other two girls doing the same, Hitsugaya, as well as the other males in the room, shook his head, his face showing a look of humored disbelief.

"This is the last time I watch anything like this with you, Rangiku. No more Johnny Depp, ever."

Giving Hitsugaya a mischievous look, Rangiku replied, "Hmm, pity. It certainly wasn't Johnny Depp I was thinking about, Taicho."

Ichigo smirked as he watched Hitsugaya's face turn scarlet.