Ichigo glared balefully at the artificial dirt that swept and swirled along the rough grounds of the shattered shaft.
"you fucking-" Ichigo began to rant in his mind as a white viscous substance spewed out of his mouth, leading him off into a gurgle as it rushed out of his throat causing him to gag when it forced his uvula against the roof of his throat "fuck you!" he swore in his mind, his vision slowly tinting black at the edges of his vision "RRAAGH!" she swept his head side to side, his neck popping and cracking in response to his vicious motions.
"Bakudo 99: Bankin!"
He heard the roar of the assistant behind him and began to sweat as the monstrous frame of the man slammed his calloused fingers into the dirt kicking up dust as he cracked the earth with the collision.
Ichigo watched on as the man did this, his curiosity, despite his fear piqued.
At least until bandages rushed at his bound form.
"oh shi-!" he swore wriggling as bandages burst out of the dust plume toward him, individual strips dancing lunging like the strike of an aggressive viper where they latched onto his pale skin, crawling like a living being, across his face and thereby his eyes first, blinding him and deafening him, leaving him with only the latent sense of smell to pick up the dust particles that soon raced up his nose.
Looking on at the enroachment Tessai grimaced, his features twisting into a scowl as he puffed up his chest and weaved several hand signs in response to the bloating reiatsu within the orange haired boy "Bakudo 99: Second song!" weaving his reiatsu once more he formed several hundred, of what looked like foundation rods.
"Hundred serial bolts!"
The rods flew at the wrapped boy pinning him to the floor with their power while they sapped at his overwhelming reiatsu.
Tessai breathed a sigh of relief as he wiped a bead of sweat from his brow "thank god" he muttered as he watched the now still boy with a critical eye.
A hollowfying shinigami was dangerous after all, evidenced by the vizards of old and their actions after they had hollowfied.
Up on the ridge of the shattered shaft the one and only Kisuke Urahara stood pensively, his entire frame stiff with worry as he peered down into the murky depths of the shaft "c'mon Ichigo, your dad will kill me if he finds out I've done this, even worse if you fail..." he bit down on his lip and gripped the curved hilt of Benihime to dispense of his worry"
"GRROAAAH!"
A hollowfied roar shook the basement as the spirit particles that reinforced the ceiling rained down on them gently "Tessai, use the final song!" he called out as he received an echoing grunt of confirmation from the hulking man who sat stern in front of the transforming beast.
"Bakudo 99: Final song: Full ban great mount!" clapping his hands together bright blue particles of energy rose from his body, tracing the outlines of a great steel cube a hundred feet above the rim of the shattered shaft where it quickly began to fill in with metallic glossy black "ORAH!" flaring his spiritual pressure, Tessai increased the pressure on top of the cube, negating the anti gravity effects that his own power was exerting on the bottom causing the massive creation to drop suddenly, creating a pressure wave as it entered the shaft that pushed Kisuke back a foot before it collided with the back of the hollowfied boy with a deafening...
BOOM!
Watching once more Tessai made sure the boy was fully bound before he resumed waiting, letting his mind wander to pass the time.
Sighing once more Kisuke turned on his heel and began over to the small area where he poured himself some tea.
"Let's see how you handle this Ichigo" he thought sipping the earl grey and savouring its small amount of splendour.
Within the soul of Ichigo
The orange haired boy free fell helplessly through his soul, watching carelessly with blank eyes as crumbling buildings passed him by.
"fascinating is it not" rolling his eyes over he stared at the newcomer, taking in his appearance.
The most eye catching piece of clothing was the long, tattered, blood red trench coat with ripped coattails, second was the custom butler suit underneath, with a black, button up shirt and white collar long sleeve shirt. Third was his pitch black trousers to match his attire, carefully tucked into knee high boots.
"the lack of emotion while in the soul absolutely fascinating" the shark like grin on his pallid features revealed smooth, bone white fangs that curved down elegantly to below the lower lip giving him a smooth, but aggressively dangerous appearance.
"it's because of the lack of chemical activity, the brain is separate from the soul and cannot interfere" his voice was emotionless, almost disembodied.
"ah yes, the wonders of science, when was it developed, almost a century ago?" the smile was wide, mocking.
"why are you here?" rolling his eyes up the teen stared into the bloody crimson eyes that glinted with bloodlust.
"ah yes, the whole reason we are here, isn't it" the being tilted his head "you wish to regain your power?" Ichigo nodded "well" the being waved his right hand carelessly as a slight aura of wisping black energy swirled from his fingers causing several hundred white boxes to fade into existence around them "find your power within these boxes, and retrieve us master" The Orange haired by blinked "us?" he questioned as the man grinned "oh yes; us Ichigo, us" he faded and left Ichigo to fall freely in between the boxes "these boxes are fragments of my soul, these are my human fragments, white, pure" he muttered "my shinigami fragments are red, like with the spirit ribbons stained with the blood of evil" setting his feet on a box he pushed off through the rain of cubes, his spirit energy and instincts lighting the way.
"here".
Seeing a blood red box hidden among the many he reached forward, noting the incoming ground and ripped open the box his hands clasping for the gun and two swords.
"OOF!" he hit the ground below him with a grunt, the impact not as painful as he deduced it would be, instead the impact was like one would feel after he scraped his knee "hm" standing slowly he focused his attention on the now 2 figures in front of him, instead of the scraggly black hair the man he'd met had this one had short blonde hair, green eyes and a small amount of facial hair, the man wore bland priest robes, modified for quick movement, but still with the purple cloth to recognise him as the father of a church.
"May I know who you both are?" Ichigo questioned, setting down the weapons at his feet in favour of looking at the two who grinned "you already know our names, young master, look within yourself, and find out" coaxed the blonde haired man who nodded over to the other "but for now, call the black haired one Alucard, and me" he grinned, his circular glassed glinting as the light reflected off of them ominously "call me Anderson".
Outside of Ichigo's soul
Outside of the boys soul Tessai sweated as a funnel of black energy enveloped Ichigo from underneath the weighty cube that held him down "I better get out of here" the man stood up and thrust a perfectly measured amount of power down toward his feet to push himself off the ground and into the air where he repeated the action, hopping gently from one place to another until, finally, he reached the rim of the shattered shaft where her fell to one knee and panted lightly exhausted from bearing the spiritual pressure that Ichigo put out "Owner dono, I couldn't hold him, down any longer, he's breaking the binding effects of the bakudo 99: Bankin" Urahara nodded and placed a calloused hand on his subordinates right shoulder "I'll handle him" the blonde tipped his bucket hat forward, concealing his guarded gaze from the man who nodded and appeared in front of the 2 children who hid behind his legs.
"now Ichigo" Urahara started, his shoulder muscles tensing as the reiatsu at the bottom of the shaft began to drop "let's see what your made of" A grin spread across his face as he reached down and clasped at the curved hilt of his concealed zanpaktou in anticipation.
BOOM!
A mass of writhing black energy erupted from the jagged shaft throwing plumes of dust into the air obscuring everyone's view.
"W-What's happening" Jinta attempted to peer past Tessai's leg and through the plume but to no avail.
"It begins" the bucket hat blonde muttered, elegantly drawing his faithful partner and leaning onto his back leg, sword positioned for a horizontal stab in preparation.
CRUNCH!"
The entire company flinched as the sound of bone being crushed and ground sounded from the plume.
"Is that you, or the hollow I wonder, Ichigo".
Channelling his crimson reiatsu down his blade he prepared his infamous 'scream' attack and watched critically for the slightest hint of a hollow.
As the dust cleared it revealed a very different Ichigo than before.
Where the teen had once donned a traditional Japanese Shihakshou he now wore in place a dark crimson trench coat with strips of dark purple leading down from the collar to stop just shy of his abs.
The trench coat partially concealed his rather formal attire of a dark black tuxedo "Urahara" Ichigo growled blowing upwards into his hair with a curled lip to disperse the remaining mask fragments that fell to the floor, joining the rest of their broken brethren.
"you fucking bastard!"
A gun, plated in silver and emblazoned with intricate designs was ripped from its holster within his cloak and brought to bear at the scientist who looked rather like a kid in a candy store that had found his favourite flavour "interesting, very interesting".
A red light began to gather within the gun, the only hint of a warning that Urahara received before he yelped and ducked his head, dodging the blast of black energy that tore past his face.
"What was that for!" he cried turning tail and sprinting away comically while Ichigo remained in place, the end of his gun smoking slowly from the discharge.
"What was that?" Ichigo questioned his spirits "and what's with this attire?" he muttered as, within his mind Alucard grinned, even with the calloused hands of Anderson wrapped around his throat.
"It's my shikai boy, the initial release of my power, your change in attire is attributed to both my shikai and Anderson's combining".
He nodded and gripped his gloved fist, bringing his right hand to bear before his face "interesting" he reiterated Urahara's words and dropped the appendage to his side once more, focused on getting revenge on the blonde bastard that dare meddle with him.
He blinked.
"What was that?" he mentally communed as in response Alucard and Anderson seemed to take a slightly sheepish approach to the question.
"we may have altered certain aspects of your personality to emulate one of the most prodigious leaders we know of" Anderson answered as Ichigo nodded "I will forgive you this once, but do it again without my consent" he gripped his fist tightly eliciting a gruesome popping noise.
Getting the point the spirits nodded.
Shaking his head mutely he turned his attention to the hiding shopkeeper "come out Urahara" he charged another shot into his gun, the barrel once more lighting with burning black energy that seemed to condense as he charged more and more of his power into its chamber "this is revenge Kisuke" silently he released his hold on the power inside the barrel, finger pulling back on the trigger as the hammer of the gun retreated slightly then charged forward, colliding with the back of the weapon releasing an enormous charge of black energy that descended upon the hiding Urahara like the almighty smiting of god.
"Nake Benihime!"
Releasing his shikai Urahara crouched behind his bloodmist shield in order to take the brunt of the impact.
The shot ripped through the boulder like a knife through butter, continuing on to collide with Urahara's shield in a battle of forces.
Offence vs defence.
Bullet vs shield.
Eventually the bullet pushed forward, expending it energy in a piercing strike that lifted Urahara from his feet and shot him backward through the air, propelled by the dark energy.
Seconds later Urahara collided with the basement wall with a calamitous.
BOOM!
Shunpoing away Tessai rushed to the man's aid, a healing kido already in effect proved when his hands were illuminated in an intense emerald green light that seemed to seep off of his fingers and flow down into the bruised man's body.
"Ugh, what hit me!" Kisuke shook his head slowly, cradling it gently with his right hand.
"Ichigo did Urahara dono" the tank of a man pulled a roll of bandages from his pouch on his shopkeeper apron and began to dress Kisuke's chest "you need to be more careful Urahara dono, if you hadn't activated your blood mist shield that would have killed you" the blonde man grimaced and reached down to prod his most likely broke ribs, wincing he pulled his probing digit away violently and let Tessai pick him up to awkwardly sling him over his broad shoulder.
"You dont look too good" Ichigo made the snarky comment in good taste, his small amount of humour shining through.
It wasn't appreciated by the scientist who glowered at him "you broke several of my ribs so no comments" Urahara pointed his blade that dangled from his loose fingers at the, somehow strutting teen "please, put the sword down" he displayed his amusement through his mirthful, if cold eyes, sheathing his elegant pistol back in its holster that was tucked inside the shadow of his coat.
Watching from afar Yoruichi sat cross legged on a rounded spire of stone, sharp yellow orbs carefully tracking the teen's movements with unnatural attentiveness.
"You interest me Kurosaki, you interest me a lot...
Orihime scowled, the look unnatural when used on her smooth features "it's not enough" she muttered, looking down and clenching her fist "he won't notice me at this rate" she gritted her teeth and looked down, darkness shrouding her face as she raised her lip in a snarl revealing a lengthy canine that glistened with saliva "but one day you will, and I will be yours" she smiled, eyes flashing from deep, endless blue to a fiery crimson with a needle thin pupil.
"Ichigo sama"
Like a wraith he navigated the back alleys of Karakura town, his knowledge gathered and stored deep into the crevices of his mind via his time as a lone thug back in his yester years "Ichigo, you better be improving, retrieving Rukia Kuchiki will not be easy" he muttered, his right arm of the giant bubbling into existence, solidifying into a menacing black muscled sleeve with crimson archaic designs reminiscent of a hollow.
"HAGH!"
He roared as he thrust his fist forward a beam of blue reishi bursting from his knuckles and racing forward, ripping through the mask of the first hollow that dared stand in his way
"you'd better be ready"
Making his way away from Urahara shoten Ichigo let a simple smile onto his features, disarming, and unassuming in its objective. As he reached the end of the wide alley that housed the shop he glanced either side of himself, checking his peripheral vision he affirmed the lack of traffic before stepping across the road slowly and leisurely
"hm"
He turned left and began down the street toward the traffic lights, a rough gait representing his posture, one of a person who was experienced, but out of practice.
Turning right onto his home street he brought his hand to his chin and cupped it softly, nail scraping against the hairs on his chin as he gently swung the door to the clinic open, stepping through and letting it close behind him.
"I'm home!"
Yo how's it going, this is really just a fic that came to my mind as an idea and I thought 'fuck it might as well' so here it is, a bleach/hellsing crossover that is all style and if in future I can't be bothered, no substance, hope you enjoy.
See ya!