Summary: What if the Soul Reaper whose powers Ichigo received was...Orihime? Ichigo finds strange happiness in the subsequent days, ignorant that there might be more to her than he thought. Ichihime.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own. Purely fan-made for entertainment purposes.
A/N: To start off, I'd like to make a few things clear. This story will be MUCH shorter than what bleach is now. No Hueco Mundo Arc. I WILL NOT be describing in detail, any of the fights which have already happened in the anime / manga. This fanfic will be COMPLETELY DIFFERENT after the initial transfer of powers. This is NOT a simple cut-copy-paste in the case of the roles of Rukia and Orihime. Perhaps only a mention of Rukia, and an appearance in later chapters. They will both retain their original personalities, and there will be situations which do not occur in canon. Some characters will be in a different situations.
Yep, theres gonna be lots of Ichihime. ROMANCE is what I love to write.
This is a short prologue. I understand why most may be sceptical of such a fic, but I encourage readers to read until at least Chapter 4 before forming an opinion.
You can expect drastic changes AFTER she gives him the powers.
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Soggyfrenchfries Presents
Bleach: Redone
Chapter 1:
That Fateful Meeting
Karakura Town
Midnight
Thursday
The night was silent, the stars twinkling in the dark sea which was the sky.
A dark figure could be seen against the white backdrop of the moon. Dark robes flowed behind them as they swept past the pure white beauty. They dived down, leaving behind the lit background. The figure came to land stealthily on a roof. Black butterflies surrounded them as they raised their head and light of the moon illuminated the face of a young woman.
Her beauty was phenomenal. Burnt orange locks were swept up in the midnight breeze, and the long lashes parted slowly to reveal tender grey orbs.
She took in the sight of the moon with reverence, her eyes full of admiration and respect, as though looking at an idol. On her back was a sword, a metallic blue sheath, gleaming iridescently in the moonlight.
She snapped out of her reverie, and withdrew a parchment from her sleeve. Studying it, she felt a jolt.
She took off once again into the darkness, with stealth and speed towards the presence which was in her blood to feel. It was a silent scream, echoing through the night without anyone able to lend an ear.
Except her.
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7:30 PM
Friday
A bloody body was lying on the road. The victim's companions surrounded the culprit, itching for a fight.
"What the hell? You appear out of nowhere and kick Yama, and on top of that you want us to get out of here?"
"You wanna DIE? Huh?"
The only reply to these angry words is an annoyed glare from the offender who scratches his orange hair arrogantly.
"Say something, you!" One of them rushes toward him, his fingers curled into a fist. Ichigo coolly kicks him in the face, making him collapse on the ground.
The rest of them watch this exchange in horror.
"Crap, Toshi-bro's down!"
"I-I don't know what's going on, but this is dangerous. . ."
"I've never seen such irrational violence!"
"That guy. . .If we fight him, we'll be killed for sure!"
"SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!" Ichigo yells, a vein pulsing in his temple. He stomps on Toshi's head, who whimpers in defeat. The rest of the gang members freeze. "ALL YOU GUYS LOOK OVER THERE!", he says, pointing near a lamppost. A single flower vase lies on the ground, it's contents spilled when it was supposedly knocked over.
"QUESTION! What the heck is that?" Ichigo points to one of the boys. "You over there, the stinky-looking one!"
The fateful stinker in question seems taken aback. "Huh? M-me?" stinky-looking? "U-Um, an offering. . to the kid who died here recently?"
"GREAT ANSWER!" Stinker is awarded with a spinning kick to his face. He falls to the ground, and the remaining punks gather around him, asking him if he'll live.
"QUESTION TWO! Then why is the vase. . ." Ichigo's face is menacing enough for them to forget their injured friends and try planning their own escape. "Knocked over?"
"Th-that's cuz we knocked it over. . ." There is a collective gulp. "Skate-boarding?"
"I see. . ." Ichigo adopts a wide, half crazed grin, and points behind him in the direction of a transluscent figure young girl who has seemingly just appeared, one side of her face covered in blood. Her feet aren't touching the ground. "Then shouldn't you APOLOGIZE to her?"
"KYAAAAAA!" They take off in a run, horrified at seeing a girl who should've been long dead.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorryyy!"
"I won't do it again, I promise!"
Ichigo and the girl watch their figures disappear down the road, fading from view.
"If we scare them this much, they probably won't come around here anymore. . ." Ichigo said, his expression and tone of voice implying that he didn't care either way. "Sorry 'bout that, using you this way. . ."
"No, I'm the one who asked you to chase them away, " said the spirit. "I have to cooperate at least this much."
"Well then, I'm off," Ichigo said, turning around and walking down the road. "I'll bring you new flowers soon."
The girl looks at his back as he walks away. "Thanks a lot, mister. Now I can spend my time quietly."
Ichigo waves back at her without turning around. "You're welcome, now hurry up and go to heaven!"
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Yes, I am a guy who can see ghosts.
My father is a neighborhood doctor. Saving people's lives, not saving them. . .I don't know if it's because of that, but, as long as I can remember, I've been able to see ghosts.
"I'm home!" Ichigo opens the front door. Before he can walk in, however-
"YOU'RE LATE!"
Ichigo falls to the ground, rubbing his face where his father had struck him. He looks up to see the old man towering over him. "What time do you think it is, you delinquent son? You know that dinner is every night at 7!"
Ichigo recovers and stand up to yell right back at his old man. "YOU! Is that how you greet your son who has just returned from performing a serious exorcism?"
"Silence! No matter the reason, to he who disrupts this household's iron harmony, only a punishment of blood can be rendered!"
"Or WHAT? Are you implicitly bragging again that only you can touch ghosts or talk to them!
"I'm jealous!"
"SHUT UP! It's not like I wanted to be born this way!"
"Oh, stop it both of you," Yuzu says, upset that dinner is being delayed. "The food's getting cold~"
"Leave 'em alone, Yuzu," Karin says, her mouth full. "Another Bowl."
For as long as I can remember, I've been able to see ghosts.
Just like I can see any other ordinary human being.
"Forget it! I'm sleeping!" Ichigo goes upstairs and slams the door to his bedroom.
"Oh well, he's gone." Karin said, looking after her brother unconcerned. "It's your fault, dad."
"W-why?"
"Ichigo's had a hard time lately!" Said Yuzu, yelling at her father. "He's in a pinch because more ghosts have been coming around than before."
"What!" Isshin says, disbelieving. "He talks to you about things like that!"
"I'll take dinner to his room later."
"That kid, he doesn't tell me any of his troubles..."
"Of course," said Karin, carelessly. "Even I wouldn't talk about my problems to a father over 40 who has such childish communication skills."
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Ichigo steps into his room, annoyed at his father for being such a freak. This family had been a mess since his mother died. . .
He felt something flutter past his ear.
"A black butterfly? Where'd it come in from-"
Ichigo froze as his eyes fell upon a young woman who had appeared on his desk. Her face held no expression, and she looked straight ahead. She took a step forward, and her foot met with air. Her face met with the floor a moment later.
She jumped up, wearing a pained expression and rubbing her head. "Kyaa! I'm so embarrassed! Here I was, trying to look cool, and I fell on my face!" She shut her eyes and shook her head rapidly. "All Right! Off to a new start. And it's not like anybody can see me, any way. . ." Reassured, she opened her eyes and assessed her surroundings.
She screamed loudly when she saw Ichigo staring at her. She spun around to look behind her, but there was just plain wall. She turned to Ichigo again, who was staring at her in silence. "It can't be! I'm imagining things..." She took a deep breath and regained her composure. "Ah, it's nearby!"
"It's nearby, my ass, you cosplaying freak!" Ichigo yelled. He had seen a lot of crazy things in his life, but this took the cake. "You're a pretty confident burglar, thinking you're invisible or cheap shit like that!"
The auburn-haired women watched him with wide eyes and a dazed expression. "You can see me?"
"Huh?" Now Ichigo was the confused one. "Of course I can see you. . ."
Just then the door was opened and Ichigo was hit hard in his back by his annoyed father. "Be quiet Ichigo! Don't make a ruckus on the 2nd floor!"
"You be quiet!" Ichigo said, his anger aroused yet again at his crazy dad. He hit him in the face, throwing him on the ground. "How can I not make a ruckus!"
Standing up straight and pointing toward the girl, he said, "Look at this chick! What the hell is up with the security system in this house?"
"Hmm?" Isshin stopped attacking his son for long enough to look at the direction he pointed at. "What do you mean, look. . ." He scratched his beard, confused. "Look at what?"
"Huh?" Ichigo didn't believe it. His father must need glasses. . . "I'm talking about this samurai-costumed-"
"Um, Ichigo-san?" she said, having picked up his name when his father had attacked him. "He can't see me. I. . .I am a soul reaper."
A/N:
I know it's short. I just wanted to publish it before I lost the guts to do so.
I'm actually really nervous. This is my first published fanfic, so I don't know what to expect. I'm sorry for boring you guys, after all this IS just a basic recap with a few changes.
This is going to be hard to write, but I'm going to do my very best! Don't you expect any half-assed work from me!
I already have plans for Uryu. . .kukukukuku...
I might not have the will to go through with this if I don't get any positive feedback or encouragement...FROM YOU GUYS! SO REVIEW!
Constructive criticism is welcome.