Me: Wow...We officially as of now have 123 reviews! Awesome!
Ichigo: (more or less beaten to a pulp) ...Yeah...Great...
Me: (eye-roll) I'll get you some more cake later, okay?
Ichigo: 123 REVIEWS ARE MAGNIFICENT!
Me: That's what i thought. Also, i would like to apologize for the intense randomness and slight OOC-ness in this chapp. I've had a lot of soda these past couple of hours..!
Ichigo: It's true. It was terrifying!
Me:Hey, Watch it!
Ichigo and Peyton slowly turned to look towards the voice, temples throbbing angrily. It was Byakuya, and he wasn't alone.
"...That vein in Peyton's forehead is growing at a rather alarming rate.." Toshiro commented, making her temple throb even more.
Rukia and Renji looked just as annoyed, an angry flush still on Rukia's features, and...was that a black eye starting to form on Renji's right eye?
Matsumoto and Urahara clinked their bottles together as they put a ton of assorted alcohol on Ichigo's coffee table, making him and Peyton sweatdrop and perk up in one fluid motion.
"We brought happiness in multiple different-colored bottles!" Matsumoto announced happily. Byakuya and Toshiro's temples throbbed.
"Lieutenant, perhaps you should keep in the mind the reason we're all here," Byakuya commented icily.
"It would help if we knew why we were here. You were too pissed off at Renji and Rukia to explain that," Matsumoto replied smoothly.
Toshiro sweatdropped as Byakuya turned about five different colors. "In case you have not noticed, my lieutenant is slightly intoxicated, Byakuya."
"Slightly?" Peyton and Urahara commented at the same time, exchanging a fist-bump and making Ichigo sweatdrop.
Rukia's temple throbbed. "Will you all please just let Byakuya say his piece? I'd really like for him to be on his way.."
"I'm sure Ichigo would, too. He seemed plenty occupied when we showed up," Urahara replied cheerfully.
Peyton simply sighed as she held Ichigo back by his shirt, making his temple throb even more. "Lemme at him, just ONE HIT, Peyton!"
"NO. We'll by watching you two go back and forth all damn night!"
Ichigo finally huffed moodily and sat back down. "You got lucky, Hat-And-Clogs." Urahara beamed admiringly at Ichigo's still-sweatdropping girlfriend. "Peyton, my dear, by dating that fool, you're saving a lot of asses!"
"SILENCE!" Byakuya finally snapped, making everyone jump. Peyton and Urahara blinked up at him innocently.
"Fine. We'll let the pretty man say his piece," Urahara said as he flopped down between Ichigo and Peyton, much to their dislike.
"He's soooo wasted," Peyton mouthed behind the shopkeeper's head to Ichigo, who snickered in agreement.
"Now, I brought you all here because.."
CREEEAAAKK.
"Is this the right place?" One man hissed to the other four. "Of course it is! Look, it's loaded with valuables!" the other replied in a "duh" voice.
The Soul Reapers (and Peyton) sweatdropped at least three times each at the amateur burglars.
One of the guys bringing up the rear of the group poked the brainless leader. "Um, boss...It's full of people, too..."
They all stared wide-eyed at the shinigami and the two teens on the couch.
Everyone stared back.
Urahara giggled behind his fan, swaying back and forth against the two aforementioned teens rather drunkenly.
TWO MINUTES LATER...
"Now that that business has been settled..." Byakuya began after "disposing" of the burglars. (Here meaning beating them to a pulp and depositing them in the nearest alley)
Before he could continue, there were several knocks on the front door. The noble held back a sigh as he looked to Ichigo, who then sweatdropped and went to open the door.
"Didn't know Soul Reapers were incapable of opening my front door themselves.." He muttered moodily before making a weird noise at whatever was behind the door.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE ALL YOU GUYS DOING HERE?"
Renji pushed the door open a little further, and it swung out to reveal lots of people in robes. At least ten.
Question marks DING-DING-DING'ed over Peyton's head, and the Soul Reapers she already knew sweatdropped.
"What the hell?" Renji wondered.
"Our meeting room's being remodeled. Plus, we decided if Kuchiki here wanted to punish Renji for having men's needs, why not annoy Ichigo in the process?" A man in a rather pink and flowery robe explained cheerfully.
Ichigo's temple throbbed. "Great job, jackass. You succeeded."
"Who's that?"
"Shunsui, Captain of the 8th Division," he explained quietly, obviously annoyed. Quite frankly, so was she.
Although, she never would've thought she'd see so many Soul Reapers in one place, much less Ichigo's house.
Byakuya, however, was livid. "What are all of you doing here, Captains?"
"You...sent us a memo about it..?" Another one replied in a "duh" tone.
"Mayuri, 12th Division. Possibly the sickest Soul Reaper around," Ichigo explained in an even quieter tone before Peyton could even ask.
Urahara started giggling again. "Man, Kurosaki, that's so true! Mayuri...you ARE the sickest one around!"
The aforementioned Captain stared at Ichigo, and the background shifted a little more ominously. "...What did he just say, Kurosaki?"
"Nothing, he said absolutely nothing. He's just wasted, don't mind this asshole," Ichigo said quickly, and Peyton sweatdropped. "Nice save."
Her voice caught the Captains' attentions. "Who is THAT?" Shunsui asked excitedly.
Urahara was the first to answer, and waved his fan a little faster. "Why, Peyton, of course! Ichigo's giiiiiirrrlllfrriiiieeennnddd!" He explained with another fit of laughter, followed by a hiccup. Ichigo promptly whacked him across the face with a couch pillow, making him fall face-first on Peyton's lap. Her temple throbbed as he started mumbling something, and shoved his head back upright.
Byakuya, meanwhile, was pacing, and finally sighed heavily. "Damn. That stupid new secretary must have dictated it wrong! I was only meeting with Captain Hitsugaya, Lieutenant Matsumoto, Rukia Kuchiki, Ichigo Kurosaki, and Renji Abarai."
"Well then why the hell is HE here?" Ichigo asked, pointing at Urahara, who was currently rambling off random facts about Peyton for the Captains. Shunsui was actually taking notes, much to Peyton and Ichigo's annoyance.
Everyone sweatdropped, including Byakuya. "Yes, why ARE you here, Kisuke?"
Urahara abruptly stopped naming facts and stowed his fan matter-of-factly. "People taking up residence in my shop were trying to leave without me noticing. Normally, I wouldn't care, but I noticed Matsumoto had alcohol, so of course I followed her. We're now drinking buddies!" He exclaimed happily, trying to get the lieutenant to clink glasses with him.
Unfortunately, Matsumoto was a lot more sober, and she just sweatdropped. Urahara very nearly fell over, and Peyton sweatdropped too as she noticed quite a few of the Captains inspecting her with their eyes.
"Um...Hi?"
"Oh my, she's lovely!" A dark-haired woman with a long braid in front murmured. Both Peyton and Ichigo's temples throbbed as Shunsui gave the latter a rather suggestive thumbs-up.
Just when she thought things couldn't get any weirder or more confusing, the front door opened, and they could hear Isshin and his daughters talking.
"...And I just KNOW we needed more sour cream, even though Ichigo INSISTED we didn't, so I hope you don't mind I snuck that into the...cart..." Yuzu trailed off as she noticed all the robed men (and occasional women) in her house.
"...DAAAADDD?"
Karin walked into view next, and she sweatdropped. "Ichigo, I thought I said no wild parties..?" She then noticed all the bottles on the coffee table, and perked up, practically diving for them.
"IS THAT BOOZE?"
"No, Karin, it's prune juice, don't drink that!" Peyton and Ichigo shouted at the same time. Everyone else sweatdropped as the two proceeded to try and convince her for another couple of minutes that it wasn't booze.
Finally, she put the bottle down with a heavy sigh. "You can't have any wild parties without alcohol...Jeez, Ichigo, don't you know anything?"
Ichigo's temple throbbed, but he said nothing as she trudged up the stairs, and Peyton leaned behind Urahara to whisper to Ichigo.
"I thought Yuzu couldn't see spirits?"
"She just sees their outlines, basically," he replied. Peyton nodded and attempted to return to her original position, but Urahara abruptly leaned back, squashing her in the process.
He spazzed out, yelling, "HOLY SHIT, A BUG!". He then realized it was in fact Peyton and started laughing. "Hahahahaha! That's so damn funny!"
And with that, he hiccuped once, let Peyton move, leaned back, put his hat completely over his eyes, and was snoring in seconds.
Everyone sweatdropped. Matsumoto started singing some random song rather drunkenly, and Shunsui was now helping himself to the massive alcohol collection.
"It seems...there are more intoxicated shinigami present than I originally thought," Toshiro stated.
And THAT was when Isshin walked in and saw them all there. He simply sighed dramatically and shook his head.
"...I would really like to know where you've been storing all this alcohol, son. It would have saved me a lot of restocking!"