Ichigo snarled, pacing back and forth. He goes away for a few days to help chaperone a trip for the girls and he comes back to this mess. According to Getaboshi, Rukia had been kidnapped, forcibly taken back to Soul Society by her so-called brother. Uryuu was on his deathbed; his cousin had been attacked by the Shinigami officers having tried to stopped them from taking her back.

His blood boiled, bristling under the threat against his friends and family. Uryuu was his cousin. Rukia was his friend. Karakura was his territory. They dare? They dare to come here, under false impressions and false accusations?

"Calm down."

"They're under the impression that Rukia gave me her powers!" Ichigo growled. His mind whirled, already planning how to get her back. Getaboshi had mentioned a gateway to Soul Society.

The idiots! Rukia had never gave him her powers! Ichigo earned his powers. He bled for them, poured his heart and soul into mastering them.

Incompetent fools. No wonder Ichigo had heard thousands of different complaints about Soul Society. If they can't even get that fact right, then what else were they screwing over? A fucking nightmare.

"Why don't you just order them to turn her over to you?"

Ichigo stopped his pacing. "…I can do that?"

His boss sighed, annoyance gleaming in her red eyes. "Ichigo, I'm Death. You report directly to me. You outrank just about everyone in the afterlife, that includes all of Soul Society."

Death is from my original series, Graveyard Shift.

I don't know how many parts this is going to be. This was just a crack-y plunny that I had.

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