Hey everybody! Here is Part One of the Shinigami segment~! Bow Chicka Wow Wow with the Bleach Boys, yay! Fyre ouuuuuuttt~!
The Party
Rangiku Matsumoto leads the way down the hall. It’s after hours in the Gotei 13 building, so you can’t figure out what she could possibly need you for—and besides, who’d ever seen Rangiku work, let alone overtime?
While puzzling over this mystery, you absently roll your shoulder to move Yachiru. The pink-haired pest is hanging off your back like a monkey, and you don’t like the smile she’s wearing. “_______-chan is gonna have fun!”
“Quiet, brat—and lay off the cake, you weigh a ton! Musclehead might be able to carry you, but I’m no pack mule.” The bad mood is partly because you’d been in the middle of a good novel when you’d received the summons and partly because you’d never received a proper thank-you from Soul Society after you’d stuck your neck out for them in the fight with Aizen. Luring him away from an injured Yamamoto had been a pain, particularly when he decided you’d look better about a foot shorter and tried to cut off your head. Thank God Gran had arrived when she did—she’d come hurtling out of nowhere and landed right in the center of his back, flattening him.
You shake your head. Soul Society owes you—big time!
Rangiku glances back at you. “We’re almost there. Yachiru, get off her!”
Hopping to the ground, Yachiru skips ahead to walk with Rangiku. You jog to catch up. “So what are we doing, anyway? Neither of you work if you can help it.”
Grinning, the busty Shinigami opens the last door on the left. “We aren’t working. Surprise, ______-san!”
Inside, the office is filled with people, drinking, laughing, and generally carrying on. A huge banner hangs down over the snack table, proclaiming: ‘Thanks for Saving Captain Yamamoto, _______!’ The effect is somewhat ruined by a beer stain, but you get the general gist. “Is this all for me?”
Renji Abarai claps you on the back. “Yeah, we threw this whole thing together to thank you. You didn’t have to, but you risked your life to help us.”
Rangiku makes a b-line for the card table, where Captain Kyoraku, Captain Ukitake, and Captain Yamamoto are all seated, glowering intently at their cards. Captain Amagai is under the table, apparently unconscious, while Captain Kurotsuchi, remarkably without face-paint, lurks in the corner, watching the game.
Renji and Lieutenant Shuhei Hisagi are drinking a suspicious liquid while Hanataro Yamada cheers them on. Yachiru has already attacked the snacks, and is making off with the pretzel bowl. Captain Zaraki notices and lets loose a booming laugh; Yumichika Ayasegawa and Ikkaku Madarame join in, although Yumichika gets up to take the snacks away from Yachiru on the grounds that they will make her fat.
Even Captain Kuchiki is present, sedately sipping sake on the couch.
Hours later you wipe tears of mirth from your eyes as Captain Zaraki finishes telling you a particularly violent joke. The party has died down to a dull roar, as nearly everyone is either unconscious or playing cards. Gran, you’d discovered, was also invited, but was now snoring uproariously in an armchair, an empty bottle in her hand.
Rangiku, who had been passed out on the couch (which had made Captain Kuchiki move, much to his chagrin), suddenly sits up. “The party’s not even half over! Let’s play Ten Minutes in Heaven!”
“Wait, what?!”
However, Lieutenant Matsumoto seems not to have heard your protest, since she sets about waking everyone up. “Here, everybody, write a word on a piece of paper. The black hat is for the women, and the pink zebra one is for the men.” A couple of the guys groan, either from hangover or from the hat, which is really a revolting shade of pink. Eventually a ring of men is gathered and Rangiku counts the papers in the zebra fedora. “Alright, that’s everyone! _______, you choose first!”
“Wuh—Wait, no! Gah, why does this always happen to me?”
“Knock ‘em dead!” A drunk Gran says unhelpfully, before tipping over and falling out of her chair.
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