And here's a cute chapter from Arei-The Peridot Dragon. A little bit of mischief from James and Sirius.

I've got a Bad Feeling About This...

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm James. You're Sirius."

"...Ya know that joke's not that funny when I'm not the one saying it..." Sirius groaned.

"Finally! Maybe you'll stop saying it then!" James shot back.

"...Nah."

James Potter and Sirius Black found themselves in a bit of a conundrum. For the first time in a long time, they were lost. Utterly and completely lost. They had no Marauders' Map for the Soul Society as of yet and even then, Remus had been the brains behind creating the first one.

It was where they were lost that was important too.

They were currently squeezing their way through the large ventilation shafts of the First Divisions' building. As in Captain-Commander Yamamoto's building. The Head Captain. Best Friend of Professor Albus Dumbledore...

They'd gotten it into their heads a few weeks back that the old man was in need of a prank. Specifically, he was in need of having a prank pulled on him. They had all the supplies they needed, too.

The plan was to hit him with an Immobulus to prevent him from attacking them when they startled him. If the Old Man was ANYTHING like Dumbledore then his reflexes would be Merlin-like and UNLIKE Dumbledore the first reaction would involve a Lethal Sword and not a Defensive Spell, so disabling the Old Man was First Priority.

Next, they would use a Dung-bomb to disable the Old Man's sense of sight and the smell was just the start of things. The next bit would be the main bulk of the prank.

Sirius had managed to sneak into the Twelfth Division's storage unit and had stolen several bags of the small furballs that the girls all liked so much, making sure not to grab any of the Red Biters. James had spelled up a few jars of glue-like substance that would dissipate on its own after about an hour. The plan was to dump the glue on the Old Man and then dump the fuzzies onto him, leaving him covered in multi-colored furballs and giving him an outfit even Dumbledore would appreciate due to his love of multi-color, borderline tacky, outfits.

The plan was perfect... except for the fact that they were lost.

A Point-Me spell was useless since it pointed in the general direction of the object or person.

Finding a map was useless as no one other than First Division members were allowed a map of the building and they were all too stuck up enough not to appreciate the IDEA of a prank.

Sirius sighed softly. "I wish Remus was here."

"You wish Remus was DEAD?!" James all but shouted as he looked back at Sirius.

Sirius swatted at his leg hard, whisper-yelling back. "SHHH! You idiot! Of course not! I just wish he was visiting like he did that one time with Ichigo."

"Oh... yeah, me too." James shot him a sheepish look before starting forward again.

At this point they were reduced to looking through the occasional vent to try to figure out where they were.

James suddenly went still causing Sirius to ram his head into the other mans' foot.

"B***-all! James!" Sirius hissed as he rubbed his head. James shushed him.

"I see the Lieutenant!" James leaned close to the vent, angling his ear toward it. "Oh, perfect! He's taking tea to the Captain!"

Sirius perked up at that and trailed after James as they darted through the vent system, looking out the vents to make sure they were following the Lieutenant. Looking through the vents as he passed Sirius frowned for a moment. There were three tea cups on the tray the Lieutenant was carrying. He shrugged it off after a moment and continued to follow after James.

They finally managed to reach the vent just over Yamamoto's head and had to contain their snickers. James moved to one side of the vent and started to open up the jars. Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed it toward the Head Captain. Right as he started the wand movements a shout echoed through the room.

"Immobulus!"

Sirius let out a choked 'Urk!' sound that was echoed by James. As they both had been leaning forward they continued to do so and the combined impact of their wait against the grate caused it to collapse. Sirius could just make out the sight of Yamamoto darting out from under the vent as they fell. They hit the desk with a loud crash and the clanking of jars breaking echoed in the room. Sirius would have winced if he could have when he felt the glue seep into his clothing and over his head.

Once he and James settled and stopped rocking oddly, Sirius was left with a view of the vent they had fallen through... and the view of the bags opening... and the damned little furballs crawling free and falling.

The first one landed on his nose, which was thankfully glue free. The annoyingly cute b*** had the audacity to blink at him cutely and let out a little 'Meep?'. The second one... landed in his hair... and was promptly stuck. The one on his nose saw the plight of it's brethren and climbed up his nose, leaving him with the urge to sneeze with no way to let it out. That one too, promptly got stuck in the glue.

The faces of Yamamoto AND Dumbledore drifted into his view, both of them with wide grins.

"Quite the fashion statement my boys!" Dumbledore crowed... CROWED! at them.

"Indeed, my old friend. It was a clever idea," Yamamoto said, "What they forgot was that we have the ability to sense an individual's reitsu."

"Oh, they did indeed, didn't they?" Dumbledore said as he tilted his head and stared down at them. "What shall we do with them?"

"'We'? We shall do nothing. Lieutenant?"

"Yes sir?"

"Get Lily and Masaki will you? They need to have a long talk with these... boys." Yamamoto said as his grin faded and his eyes opened wide to glare down at the two Marauders. Sirius felt a flash of terror and despair that surpassed anything he had ever felt from a Dementor in that moment and wished he could scream.