Gotei Invasion

“Aniki, come here!”
     Rukia waved her brother over. The two of them, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, sat in front of Ichigo’s computer, playing with the mouse.
     Ichigo groaned. A couple days ago, the Soul Society had called him to ask a “favor.” More like a curse. For the next two weeks, his house would be occupied by the thirteen Gotei captains and lieutenants. Not to mention Rukia.
“Ichigo.”
      Byakuya grabbed his attention.
“Don’t you think it’s strange?” The captain narrowed his eyes and stared hard at a computer screen. “That something so small, so elegant, should have such power! There is something behind this device, I can feel it.”
“There is.” Ichigo rolled his eyes as Byakuya clicked madly on the “Internet” option. “It’s called software.”
“Software, huh?” Rukia nodded her head in understanding. “What’s software?”
“Ichigoooooo!” Rangiku Matsumoto waved. She and Gin were seated in front of the television, holding PS2 controllers. They were playing Formula One- and they were crashing all over the place.
“Yeah?” Ichigo watched Gin’s burning car.
“Watch this!” Matsumoto flung her controller into the air, and stabbed it neatly with her zanpaku-to.
“Nooooo! My controller!”
    Outside, Karin and Yuzu peeked into the room wearily. Lately, Ichigo’s friends had been coming over more and more often. By the way they acted, they could have been from another planet.
“I like that one.” Yuzu giggled, pointing to Hitsugaya Toshiro, who was playing cards with Hinamori.
“He’s already got a girlfriend.” Karin pointed to Momo.
“Oh.”
     Gin put his controller down and looked at Ichigo’s two sisters.
“Hey, Rangiku, look! Ichigo has even more girlfriends!” he exclaimed.
“Actually, those would be my sisters.” Ichigo sighed.
“Good.” Rukia muttered.
    Ichigo shrugged his shoulders and walked into the kitchen, where Soi Fon and Yoruichi had decided to make dinner for everyone.
“Hah!”
    Ichigo flinched as Soi Fon threw a sushi roll straight into the air, and then cut it into ten slices before it hit the counter. She flourished her zanpaku-to and sheathed it proudly.
“Hmph. I can do better, Soybean.” Yoruichi stuck her tongue out at her pupil and cut the sushi into thirteen pieces.
“Cheater! That was already cut!” Soi Fon leapt at Yoruichi, brandishing an uncut sushi roll. “You don’t even have a zanpaku-to!”
“So what would you call this?”
“A kitchen knife!”
“I cut it into thirteen pieces anyway.”
“No, you didn’t. And don’t call me Soybean!”
“Well, you’re as skinny as one. And Soi Fon sounds like Soybean, so there!”
“No it doesn’t, YoYo-senpai!”
“Oh, don’t get me started, Soybean.”
    Ichigo sighed and left the kitchen. He heard some hissing, some snarling, and then Soi Fon exclaiming, “Hey! Transforming into cat form is cheeting, YoYo-senpai!”  
   Karin and Yuzu had decided to amuse themselves by taking turns riding piggy-back on Kenpachi. Yachiru wasn’t exactly happy with the arrangement.
“No-no-no, don’t cry, Yachiru-chan, Ken-chan will carry all three of you, okay?”
   Yachiru sniffed and pouted.