The Eternal Lost Lurker wrote:

"Oi, Rukia."

The diminished Shinigami looked up at her subordinate, then followed his
disturbed gaze across the park to three people sitting on a bench, making
faces as they drank what looked like...

I don't remember Ichigo ever being identified as Rukia's subordinate.

"What the HELL are those three doing?"

Rukia looked at the trio on the bench, then back up at Ichigo.
"Well...judging by the drain cleaner they're drinking, I'd say they're
trying to kill themselves." She frowned. "Should we maybe call someone?"

Ichigo shook his head. "No, there's no need..."

Wouldn't some kind of transition be in order to illustrate that Ichigo 
had realized something, preventing him from wanting to interfere?

"WHAT? But...you can't just let them die..."

The orange-haired substitute Shinigami looked at her like she had grown a
second head. "Oi...don't tell me you didn't notice."

Unfortunately, I don't know the series "Paranoia Agent", so I can't 
really comment on why Ichigo would look at Rukia so strangely. Is there 
some kind of dead giving visual that I am unaware of?

"Notice what? That three people are trying to kill themselves...in broad
daylight...in public..." Rukia blinked, then looked at the trio again.
"...oh. ...OH." She blinked some more, just for good measure. "...what the
hell?"

"NOW you notice," Ichigo remarked dryly. "What...should we do about it?"

The three Drano-drinkers on the bench stood, the youngest of them giggling

                                        stood up, the youngest of them 
giggled    

happily, and walked hand-in-hand out of the park, humming 'London Bridge'

                                                    while humming

loudly. None of the other people walking past paid them any heed.

Maybe the trio are already dead?

Rukia and Ichigo stared after them for a long moment.

"...you know," Rukia said slowly, "I...think maybe we should just 
pretend we
didn't see that."

Ichigo nodded. "I can live with that."

They went home.

* * * * * * * *

*Yes, it really does have to be a delusion,* the elderly gentleman 
known as
'Fuyubachi' thought to himself as he, Zebra, and Kamome left the park.
*After all, those two young people clearly saw us...*

"Hey, Fuyubachi! What's next? Fuyubaaaaachi!"

"Huh? Oh...let's get some plastic bags from the corner market and 
suffocate
ourselves."

"Whee!"

*Yes...we have to keep trying harder, is all...*

[Disclaimers: Bleach belongs to Shueisha/Viz/etc., Paranoia Agent 
belongs to
Satoshi Kon/Geneon/etc. Used without permission.]

Andrew shakes his head, then heads off to google to read up on Paranoia 
Agents.
...
A few minutes later after watching the Paranoia Agent trailer
...

"Ok... I know even less about it than I did before. Or am I just being 
paranoid." Said he with a grin
"It does look seriously warped though... in a psychological thriller 
kind of way." He curiosity  was piqued.

After a pause, "Damn you Lurker. I won't get any rest until I've seen 
it. You did that on purpose." He accused.

A glazed look enters Andrew's eyes as he wanders off looking for a boy 
with a golden bat.

-- 
  ___________
 / Here lies:\  Ryougasai... the eternal lost hentai.
|   Andrew    | 
|             |
|   I think   |          Andrew Petalik
| he's hungry | Opportunity knocks but rarely. Don't let it
|             | slip between your fingers when it does.


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