AN: Just a quick little crackish crossover drabble to help this horrendous writer's block.
Disclaimer: I'm borrowing a volume of each series from the library, does that count?
When the teenager had introduced himself, nobody was surprised. After all, orange spikes were downright normal in a school whose hairstyles included teal stars, enormous pigtails, and indelible white stripes. "Ichigo" hardly stood out against the other meisters' appellations, and Maka could commiserate with him on the subject of demonstrative fathers.
When he said he already had a partner, it was only slightly unusual. The students supposed weapons could age the same way as regular people, but it was always a bit odd seeing the forty-year-old man with the adolescent. What stymied them was that Ichigo never once considered switching weapons, and that Zangetsu emphatically refused to eat souls.
When his white-haired copy walked in one morning, the students simply decided Ichigo had gotten fed up with Zangetsu's fast and switched partners. It wasn't unheard of for a meister and weapon to simply have a falling-out, after all, and the teenager's partner (he never gave his name) certainly knew an impressive number of techniques. Not just that, he absolutely guzzled souls to the point where Ichigo should be picking out a good witch.
Then somebody noticed that the partner's weapon form looked exactly like Zangetsu.
There were many, many questions.
When Zangetsu returned, the student body sighed with relief and returned to discussing the finer points of Soul and Maka's relationship. Then he seemed to reverse his age by about thirty years, gaining even more power. This happened to coincide with a switch in Ichigo's wardrobe.
Somebody noticed that Zangetsu had changed from a scythe to a sword.
There were even more questions.
By the time Zangetsu and Ichigo returned from a three-month trip to God-knows-where, with the weapon sporting bone-white skin and hair along with different-colored eyes, a fluffy new coat, and half a horned helmet… the students of DWMA had grown tired of asking.