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What Do You Think, Fangirls? Bleach Edition by Boogermeister

Introduction

"This is only the introduction. I need you reader/reviewers for your opinions on the male characters from 'Bleach'," said the author, which is myself. "As for your opinions, I'll also give my personal opinions on each and every one of them."

"Hey, what about me?!" screamed Kon as he climbed out of my bag. "What about the lovable irresitable Kon?" he demanded, pointing his triangular finger at me.

"Really, Kon? I didn't know you swing that way," I smirked.

"That's not what I meant!!" yelled Kon. "Won't I get a feedback from the sexy fangirls?"

". . . . . That depends," I replied.

"On what?!"

"If they really find you attractive," I shrugged. Kon continued to whine as he went to sit on a corner. "Anyway," I digressed, "since this is the introduction, I'll bring out the most obvious choice. I'll give you . . . . Ichigo Kurosaki!"

Ichigo stumbled through the stage curtains and glared around his surroundings. "Why the hell am I here?" he demanded.

"You're the main character of 'Bleach', Ichigo," I replied simply. "It's pretty generic to bring out someone like you."

"Ichigo, you're here?!" yelled Kon as he ran towards Ichigo.

"Kon? You were gone since last September," exclaimed Ichigo. "What happened?"

"That girl, she kidnapped me and stuffed me into her bags, one after another," cried Kon.

"No I didn't," I retorted. "I bought you from an anime convention. Best twelve bucks I spent."

"Illegal plushie trafficking!" screamed Kon, waving his arms around in anger. "Then her cousin was trying to feed me to her dogs a few months back!"

"An honest mistake, Kon," I sighed. "Besides, you're my lucky charm when it comes to playing slots."

"Wait, aren't you a little too young to be gambling?" questioned Ichigo.

"Aren't you a little 'shut the hell up'?" I retorted.

"That doesn't make any sense," Ichigo argued.

"Neither does your hair color."

"What?" said Ichigo.

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Testicles."

"WHAT?!" yelled Ichigo.

"Anyhoo . . . ." I smiled, taking out a green-and-white striped bucket hat filled little papers. "After your opinions on Ichigo, I'll pick out a name in random at the end of each chapter."

"Hey, isn't that Urahara's hat?" Ichigo questioned suspiciously.

"Nah, this is mine," I replied. "I'll be waiting for those feedback, readers/reviewers."

"So, we have to wait?" asked Ichigo. "For how long?"

"I dunno," I shrugged, opening a can of pepsi.

"Then what am I gonna do while waiting?"

"I dunno, masturbate?" I suggested. Ichigo's face turned beet-red.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" he screamed angrily.

"What?"

"You just said I should mastubate!" yelled Ichigo.

"Nah . . . . must be your inner Hollow messing with your mind again," I slyly replied.

"You're crazy."

"No, I'm just plain weird," I said.