The Degeneracy of Shinigami [R-18]

Rukia rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked out of her window. "I must have been sleepier than I thought," she said. She frowned when she finally turned to her friend, "Why are you wearing pajamas?"

"Because that's what you wear to a pajama party…duh."

"Pajama party! I'm not wearing pajamas." She quickly got up and began pacing around the room going on and on about the pajamas she wasn't going to wear. Orihime sighed and looked at her watch. There was no use arguing with the small Shinigami. Orihime turned without saying a word and began to walk out of Rukia's room.

"Hey." Rukia jumped forward grabbing her friends arm. "Where are you going?"

"To the party. I don't wanna find out what happens if you don't show up. You can stay here if you want. I'll tell Yoruichi and Rangiku that you didn't want to come. See you later…well if they don't kill you I will."

What's The Sweetest Thing," Rukia asked.

"We're all about to find out," Rangiku said as she popped in the DVD. "Everyone have their mandatory drink?" Her eyes scanned the room making sure everyone had a cup and then took a seat on the floor. Instead of the usual chairs that were set up when they had their meetings, a sea of multicolored pillows and blankets covered the floor.

It was just like a slumber party which was exactly what Rangiku was going for. Rukia had to admit it was a pretty cozy set up and she was much more comfortable in her pajamas.

There was a soft knock at the door that nearly went unheard over all the chatter.

"Someone's at the door," Nanao yelled. "It must be Lisa. She's the only one missing."

Rangiku took her time walking to the door and slid open the window. Before she could ask for the password Lisa blurted - "penis, penis penis…come on, hurry up…open the door she's coming."

"Who's coming," Rangiku asked as she opened the door entirely to slow.

Lisa barreled through the door knocking Rangiku over.

"What the hell, Lisa?" Rangiku yelled as she steadied her cup (real drinkers never spill).

Lisa turned and attempted to slam the door closed just as a green haired woman dressed in white blocked her way.

"Mashiro?" Rangiku said in surprise.

"I tried to out run her,' said the black haired visored. "I even wandered around for a while trying to lose her but she just kept following me."

"Awwwwwwwww…you're having a slumber party and you didn't invite me." Mashiro whined and dropped to the floor, commencing a full blown tantrum.

Rangiku grabbed her arm and drug her inside allowing Lisa to close the door. Yoruichi jumped on top of the green haired woman, straddling her stomach, and put a hand over her mouth. With her cries momentarily muffled and her arms pinned down at her sides, Mashiro momentarily gave up and looked up at Yoruichi.

"So what do we do now that she knows? They'll be no keeping her away after this," Yoruichi said. Rangiku nodded her head in agreement. "I could just kill her and dump her somewhere," she continued with an evil smirk. Mashiro's eyes grew wide and she immediately began to struggle again.

"Captain Shihoin, you really shouldn't kid around like that. People might thing you're serious," a voice said from across the room. It was Retsu, with her kind smile.

"Who says I'm kidding," she said looking down at Mashiro and wagging her eyebrows.

"Well, I guess we could let her join, but she'll definitely have to prove herself. I mean there was a reason she wasn't invited to join in the first place. Of course it wasn't that I didn't think she had what it took as much as the fact that she annoys the fuck out of me," Rangiku said looking down at the struggling woman. "I really don't think we have a choice at this point."

Yoruichi looked down at their possible new recruit, "If you shut up, I'll get off you." Mashiro stopped struggling and locked her hazel eyes on Yoruichi's face. "We have a deal," Yoruichi asked.

Mashiro's eyes darted around the room briefly taking in all the faces for the first time, and then cautiously nodded her head. Yoruichi slowly removed her hand from the woman's mouth and stood. Mashiro took the hand that the golden eyed Captain offered her and pulled herself up. All eyes were on her and she suddenly felt like running for the hills.

"Ok, here's the deal," said Yoruichi, "if you want into our little Society you're gonna have to prove yourself."

"Society? What do you do?"

"Fuck," Kukaku answered.

Rukia gasped at her crude answer, right along with everyone else in the room. Mashiro raised her eyebrow in question. Surely she was joking. As if she'd read her mind Yoruichi continued, "We are the Shinigami Women's Secret Society. We meet once a week and spend our time getting to know each other better and uhh…learning new things. We just want everyone to be able to open up and have some fun…not be so serious all the time. We encourage every member to forge relationships with others in the Seireitei as well—"

"Yea, by fucking them," Kukaku interjected. Then she turned to Yoruichi with a smirk, "You're so full of shit."

All eyes were on Mashiro as she seemed to be mulling over what she'd been told. "Weeeell," she started in her whiny voice, "I can think of a couple people I'd like to 'open up' to, but the only thing I want to forge a relationship is Toshiro's dick."

Every jaw in the room was on the floor…even Kukaku's. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. Rangiku was the first to recover.

"Do you want to sit upon his frozen heavens?" the blonde Lieutenant grinned.

The room erupted in laughter…even Mashiro.

"Well I want to sit on somebody's something. Maybe Captain Kyoraku…he just makes me wanna—mmmm…or better yet him and Starrk together. I wonder who's bigger—"

"You're in," Rangiku interrupted. She didn't need to hear any more. She would fit in perfectly.

Rukia couldn't believe the exchange she'd just witnessed. She was beginning to see that this sort of general insanity and complete lack of formality was what defined this group. Between living with her brother and being a Soul Reaper, there were definitely enough rules and regulations in her life.

Smiling to herself as everyone finally began to settle down to watch the movie, she knew that no matter what she did or said with this group of women, no one would judge her. With them she was completely free to do and say whatever was on her mind. She downed her drink in one gulp and then turned to Orihime. "Tomorrow we're getting that picture."

Her friend nodded just as the movie started.

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