Three who change the Worlds. Chapter 1
Written by: Aoirann
Rated: M for because of swearing, sexual jokes, and rambling.
Author's Note: Here I am again actually writing a fan fiction. I really need to work on my other ones. Anyway I am here collaborating with my friend Grayheart to make this. Actually this chapter was supposed to be done months ago but I never got around to it and slacked off. Word of warning… This is a self-insert fic with three self inserts and the chapters will be written by other people so there will be changes in writing style depending on who is doing the writing. If you wanted you could sat that this is an expansion of my much earlier and as a gift story If I was a Shinigami. At least the last part. Anyway without any further delays enjoy.
(? POV)
"Triumvirate check in!" I heard over the radio. Our Commanding Officer Or CO was asking for a Situation Report or SITREP. "Fire in position! Hell it feels like I've been in position for years now!" I heard a female voice reply over the radio.
"Lightning in position! Though I'm confused at what I'm supposed to be doing." I heard a somewhat confused male voice over the radio. I hit the button and replied.
"Ice nearly in position. Sorry but I got hung up in traffic." Even in a serious situation I still joke.
"Alright listen up!" The CO started to go into lecture mode. "Right now you three are the best hope to prevent a lot of tragedy from happening. There will be losses but a lot less then what would happen otherwise. Now when I give the order you three begin the operation understand?"
"Roger!" "Got it!" "Understood!" was our reply.
"Alright. On the count of three the operation begins. One! Two! BZZZZZZ!
"Ack!" I screamed and crashed to the floor. I remember muttering "Stupid carpet does nothing to cushion the floor." I picked myself up, made my way to my buzzing alarm clock and shut it off. I did question why I got static since I usually have the station set to MPR. Let me tell you it's odd to have your radio alarm clock set to a news station when you're a deep sleeper. It creeps into your dreams and then you have surreal dreams about politicians. Nothing like Obama having tea on the back of a Llama, to confuse you when you wake up. Speaking of waking up, that tumble made me fully awake. Adrenaline will do that to a person. Deciding that I won't even bother trying to get back to sleep I got my glasses from my dresser and left my room. As I entered into the living room something was nagging at the back of my head. Like something wasn't quite right with my surroundings. I checked out the window to make sure there weren't any bulldozers heading towards me to tear down the house for a highway bypass. I chuckled a bit to myself at my Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy joke and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. I found some leftover pizza in the fridge and started to eat when it kicked in. I nearly choked on the pizza in shock, spat that out, and ran back to the window to make sure I saw that right.
When I looked out the window I notice a few things that were wrong. The first thing that I noticed was wrong was that a man wasn't picking up after his dog and then walking away. The second thing that I noticed was the fact I was about few stories up. I've lived in a ground floor house with a basement for the last sixteen-seventeen years. Even then when I was a toddler I lived in a basement apartment. Never in my life have I ever lived in a above ground apartment. The third thing that was wrong was the fact that the view was completely wrong. I was definitely not in any suburb or part of the Twin Cities. Hell I wasn't even in any part of the United States. I was in Japan. My tip-offs? One was I, being the Otaku that I was, could recognize the architecture of a typical Japanese suburb. The second and much more compelling argument was the fact that all the writing was in Japanese characters. As a side note I found out that if I concentrated a bit I could suddenly understand what they said, though it took a second. This was around the time that I started to panic. I thought this in rapid succession 'OHDEARGODWHATIAMIDOINGINJAPAN! HOWDIDIGETHERE? WHYAMIHERE? OHGODHOWAMIGETTINGBACK!'
My panic fuelled thoughts were suddenly stopped by a knocking on the door. I stared at it. The knocking got louder and a string of scenarios started going through my mind. The police were here to arrest me for breaking and entering. The Yakuza wanted to have a few 'words' with me breaking into one of their safe houses. A serial killer has here to murder me. An Amway salesman was here to start a Japanese branch. Each scenario was worst then the last. I slowly made my way to the door. As I got there the knocking was now a steady pounding and over it I heard a male voice shout "Come on! We're going to be late!" I recognized that voice. I remember praying "Dear God please tell me that I'm in a normal suburb of Tokyo and that's only Johnny Yong Bosch pounding on my door and not the alternative!" I opened my door. God didn't answer my prayer.
Standing in front of my door was Ichigo Kurosaki in his school uniform. The red-headed hero of Bleach. Next to him was Orihime Inoue in her uniform. The red-headed love interest of the hero and primary character. I think that was when I went into a form of shock. 'This can't be true!' I remember telling myself. 'They're fictional characters.' That's about as far as I got in my denial as Ichigo grabbed me by the shirt and said, "About time! We're going to be late for class." It's rather hard to deny the existence of something when it's throttling you.
Ichigo then turned to Orihime and asked "Why couldn't the teacher asked you to make sure he got here in time? You live next to him." Orhime shrugged and smiled. Looking back it was because the fact her crush was next to her and not the fact I'm being yelled at. Ichigo then yanked my shirt and started to drag me out of my apartment. I heard the click of the door closing and then I was dragged down the stairs.
I must of zoned out due to confusion since the next thing I know we're in front of a school and my shirt is rather stretched out. "Wha-?" was all I managed to get out before I started to get shoved.
"Come on! We're lucky that the bell hasn't rung yet!" The next thing a know is a blur of wood and white paint. Looking back it was the interior decoration of the school. Japanese schools need to learn of the little thing called primary colors. Anyway the next thing I knew after that was that I was standing in a classroom with everyone in the classroom staring at me. I looked down. I'll admit I looked rather out of place in a now slightly stretched out green t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and hiking boots. I'm just lucky I seemed to be so tired last night that I went to sleep with my clothes and shoes on.
"Orihime!" I hear a female voice shout out. I looked in the direction where it came from. There was a blur racing from the back of the class. At first I thought it was Tatsuki, but the red hair gave it away and told me it was Chizuru, Orihime's red headed lesbian stalker. 'Okay seriously what is with Tite Kubo and red hair? Ichigo, Orihime, Chizuru, Renji, and someone else that I'm probably forgetting.'
Anymore idle thought were knocked out of me, metaphorically and almost literally, when Chizuru crashed into me. Before I could recover she had already thrown her arms around me and was snuggling into my stomach while happily muttering "Orhime..." Apparently she thought that I was Orihime. 'Because we all know it's rather easy to mistake a 6'2''(6'3'' on a good day), rather overweight, brown haired American for a 5'6'' red headed, busty, Japanese schoolgirl. Everyone always makes that mistake. In fact as least once a week people come up to me and ask if I know that I look just like Orihime.'
I looked over at Ichigo and Orhime for help. Ichigo was scowling, (Of course when wasn't he?) and he was rubbing his fore head in frustration. Orihime had a rather apologetic look on her face that seemed to say "Sorry about this." Around this point Chizuru stopped snuggling my stomach with a confused look on her face. Something told me that she had just realized that something was wrong. That something was proven wrong when she opened her mouth. "Orihime have you gained weight? Oh well. More of you to love." She went back to snuggling and God help me was making cooing sounds.
At this point an idea popped into my head. That idea was then rejected for being inappropriate and could get me arrested. Another idea then popped into my head and I went with it. The (second) idea was how I usually greeted my friends. I wrapped my arms around Chizuru, gave he a bear hug, and picked her up off the ground. Seeing as how I could do this to a fully grown man of Nordic decent (If hurting my back in the process) doing the same to a Japanese schoolgirl was rather easy. Now onto step two. "I can't wait for use to get married and have a million beautiful children together, and then for us to get old, and for you to get Alzheimer's and only know me as 'The Nice Man' and-" I was cut off my Chizuru's struggling and was repeatedly hitting me in the face with her hands. I let and go and she landed on her feet and started running out the door while screaming that she had been touched by a boy and now needed disinfectant. As her screaming faded into the background I heard a snort of laughter. Following the sound I found that Chad had been the one to laugh, who was knowing trying to cover it off with a cough. Then, as if on cue, the entire classroom started to laugh. Well everyone but Ichigo, who scowled, and I swear that one day his face will freeze like that., and... you know... the guy with the glasses? The Qunicy? 'Goddamn it why did I have to get dumped in Bleach. Most of what I know about the show is from reading the first few volumes, hearsay, catching the odd episode and Tvtropes. I mean I don't even know the entire main cast let alone all the secondary characters. I only know most of the 13 captains by their nicknames, why couldn't I have been dropped off in Naruto. I know that plot back and forth, front to back, up and down, and I made my point Tales of Symphonia? I know everyone's backstory and their buttons so I could easily mess with everyone's head. Hell I would take Death Note. One email to L. Lawlett email address and done.' I must have been staring this whole time with my rant since the Quincy was glaring at me.
'Ishida! That's his name. Who names their secret hollow fighting organization Quincy anyway? That's the name of a President or something you would name your iguana.' I was broken out of one of my countless mental tangents by someone coming into my field of vision. It was Tatsuki, Orihime's athletic best friend. Also why do I keep describing like that?
"Thanks for dealing with Chizuru. She's been a real pain. By the way I'm Tatsuki. Orihime's best friend." 'GET OUT OF MY HEAD!' Anyway I stared to introduce my self. "Apparently I'm the new kid.' I said while gesturing towards Ichigo. "Anyway my name is-" I got interrupted by the bell ringing, and the homeroom teacher coming into the room. "Does anyone know why Chizuru ran by me screaming how she has been soiled and now is unclean?" The entire class started to snicker at that and I grumbled "I might not have been able to take a shower today yet but I don't smell that bad." At that the teacher then looked at my and asked "What are you doing here?"
I pointed at Ichigo and said, "Why don't you ask Captain Grumpy over there?" The teacher then turned to Ichigo and asked him "Why dd you bring him here?"
"You told me to make sure that he got here on time!" Ichigo said in a exasperated tone of voice. Exasperated is the tone of voice your parents take when they ask why did you just to that stupid thing you just did.
" I said next week! He was suppose to get the weekend to adjust!"
"You never said that . You just said that I was to make sure that he was here! On Time! Besides why me? Orhime literally lives next door to him!"
"WHAT!" A feminine scream of outrage was heard from the window. Everyone looks and see that Chizuru was in the window. "You mean to tell me that this vile male is living next door to the sweet and perfect Orihime?"
"Love you too." I sarcastically muttered under my breath. "Aren't we on the third floor." That was a rare moment of insight from one of Ichigo's friends. You know, the stupid one. 'Keigo! That's his name.' Anyway at the statement Chizuru got a look of realization and horror on her face. The same look that someone gets when they just realized what they just stepped in. The laws of Gravity and of Comedy then kicked in and Chizuru fell three stories to her death. No, not really. She did however fall three stories into some bushes though... I just realized that I made a rather tasteless pun there. I apologize.
"Anyway" the teacher said in an attempt to get things back on track.
"You might of heard that we were getting an exchange student next week."
"Why do we to do that?" A voice cut off the teacher. It was Keigo.
"We already have Chad." Keigo then gestured towards Chad. Chad caught me looking and gave a little wave signaling that he was Chad.
"Despite Chad being of Mexican Heritage he is a natural born citizen so that means he doesn't raise the school's budget like having a foreign exchange student does. And since there has been more expenses this year the school had to find some way to increase the budget." At that last statement Tatsuki, Ichigo, Chad, and Orihime all decided to become amateur flooring and ceiling inspectors. I heard Keigo say "How was I suppose to know that was the emergency shut off for the pool! The thing wasn't even marked!" The teacher continued. "Anyway due to a miscommunication our exchange student is starting a week early."
"I have a name you know." I said a bit louder then I meant to and the teacher overheard.
"Sorry. It's been an odd day and it's only 8 o'clock." 'It not that much weirder then my college. I mean one day I walked by a bunch of paramedics and cops helping out someone who collapsed while carrying a bloody 2by4. "Anyway classes this is our foreign exchange student." I did a short nod.
"His name is Adam Tenpenny." 'Okay hold on a second. That's not my name. That's my pen name." I started to correct her. "I'm-" I then stopped myself. 'I can't correct her on this. I would look crazy... Well crazier if I started to insist that I was a different name then what any records here would show.' I decided to play it safe and not insist that I was called something else. Thankfully the teacher thought I was just being shy and continued on.
"He is from the state of Minnesota in the United States. So he is an American." 'USA, USA, USA,' "He is living with relatives since his family died in a car crash ten years ago." At that I nearly burst out laughing. It was so ridiculous. 'The last thing I remember before waking up here is my mom telling me to turn off the lights when I go to bed. The memory before that was my dad saying he was going to bed after he got down watching MST3K. The memory before that was my two younger siblings annoying me. So no my parents weren't violently and quickly killed in a car crash.' I had zoned out since I found that the teacher was looking at me with a apologetic look on her face.
"Sorry I shouldn't have mentioned that."
"It's okay." 'Of course it's okay since they're not really dead.' A silence fills the air. I decided to break it.
"Can I sit down?" 'Geeze that's not awkward at all.' "Sure. There's an empty desk next to Tatsuki." I made my way to the desk and sat down.
At this point the teacher decides to start the lesson. I tried to listen in but I'm in college right now. The equivalent to sophomore year is not going to be challenging at all for me. So I started to drift off with my own thoughts. I had several rather pressing one. 'The first of which is how did I get here? I mean one night I go to sleep and I wake up in Japan. Sounds like I went on a bender the night before but I can't even drink let alone actually try to get drunk. Hate the stuff. I could blame it on sleep walking except that I don't do that. Even if I did it would still not explain why I'm right now at the beginning of Bleach. Did I accidentally fall down the rabbit hole into Katakura Town? Is this all a dream? Then there is the fact that I can seven communicate. I can understand, speak, read, and... can I write?' I paused in my thought and wrote down a quick word "Hello " No good it was in English. Then another idea popped into my head. I wrote down the same word but while thinking to write in Japanese. I wrote こんにちは. 'Seems like as long as I will it to be written in Japanese I can. That just raises more questions. One is that I wrote it like I would in English. Second is that how can I? I have problems with English as it is. The only reason I passed Spanish in High School was that the Teacher liked me and say that I was struggling. How does a person like me know perfect Japanese without an accent.' I sighed and stopped that line of thinking. I wasn't going to get anywhere without any more proof. My thoughts then turned to another subject. " Why are my parents dead in this Universe? I mean sure we've had our problems with each other but what family doesn't? I definitely wouldn't had my family hurt let alone dead. So why are they dead? Wait... Sonofa... That's why. Convenient Orphan. It means that I can get into any number of fights or weird events without any parental figures to intervene or wonder where I disappeared to for the last few weeks. It's practically a staple of Anime to have the parents either missing or dead. I mean when I went to Anime Detour 2010 we had a panel called "So your mom's dead and your dad's missing." It talked about how in most anime this type of scenario tended to crop up. So that means that there isn't going to be anyone or anything that's going to stop me from getting involved in the events of Bleach. So whatever brought me here is setting it up so that I help. Though why did they have to kill off my family? I'm 19. I'm legally an adult so I don't have to answer to my parents legally. Then again officially in this world I'm probably 15 or 16 so I would legally have to.' I started to rub my head in frustration. 'Why am I here? What can a really out of shape and overweight 19 year old to with no training do in this Universe that no one else can? Even Hanataro could overpower me since at the very least he has a weapon and has training with it. I mean the only thing that I have that no one else has it that I know how the...plot...goes... Son of a Bitch. Is that what I'm suppose to do? Stop Aizen's plans cold since I know what he's going to do? How can I derail them?' I started to think rather hard. 'The Hōgyoku. Most, if not all, of Aizen's plans depend on him getting his hands on that one stone. I need to keep him from getting it. Right now it's still in Rukia so I need to keep her from being coming declared a traitor.' I paused. 'That's going to be harder then it looks. I need to either keep her from being turned in to a human, which I can't since that means Ichigo won't become a Shinigami and Orihime and Chad won't get their powers and Ichigo is one of the strongest fighters and immune to Aizen's illusions so we need him. Sorry Rukia but I need to let that happen. The other way would be for me to some how get Soul Society to think she is dead. I'll have to come to that bridge when I come to it.' At this point I hear the school bell chime. 'Next class already?' I look around and see that I'm very wrong. Judging from everyone getting up and packing their stuff, and the fact it was now evening it wasn't time for the next class. It was time to go home.
"I zoned out for the entire school day?" I was so shocked that I spoke out loud.
"Yeah. You were pretty out of it. We tried to get your attention but nothing we did would get your attention." I turned and found that Tatsuki has talking to me. Suddenly by shoulder started to hurt and I rubbed it. Tatsuki looked sheepish.
"We really started to worry. So I punched you a couple of times and you barely reacted. Keigo said one of us should take off our shirt to get your attention and-"
"He got punched too?" I asked "Yep. So why did you zone out like that?"
"I was trying to figure out how I got from America to Japan. I have no memory from of how I got here." Tatsuki got a confused look on her face. "How do you not remember how you got here? Unless the Jet lag affecting you that badly."
"Judging from the way the boxes in your apartment were I'm thinking we should go with the Jet lag idea." I looked slightly to my left. Turns out Ichigo decided to join the conversation. "What do you mean?" Tatsuki asked. "There were boxes scattered every where. The closer they got to the door the more disorganized they were. So I figure that a person that's rather jet lagged would get more more disorganized as sleep deprivation got worse." And Ichigo proves that he is one of the smartest kids in the High School. I look at him and said "You're like a red-headed Sherlock Homes. Except without the cocaine addiction and misogyny." I then rubbed my chin. "Though in your case it's more misanthropy." Ichigo rolled his eyes "I don't hate people so much as they annoy me."
"Everything always annoys you. At least as long as I've known you." Tatsuki had decided to chime in. "Well you've always been short as long as I've known you too."
As they started to bicker I started to make my way to the door. Thankfully I didn't have anything to pack so I didn't have to wast time by doing that. I had just managed to get to the door before I realized a small flaw in my master plan. I had no idea where my apartment was. The reason for this was the fact I was literally dragged from it by Ichigo. 'Crap how am I suppose to get back?' I sighed and turned back.
"Hey Ichigo? Can you walk me home? I have no idea how to get back since you dragged me here." Ichigo stopped fighting with Tatsuki and scowled. No surprise there. "Sorry but I have to run some errands for my mom before I get home. Other wise my dad is going yell at me saying "How could you make your poor crippled mother do all those errands? Do you have no shame boy?" This is despite the fact that she hasn't need a walker in five years and a cane in two. I mean she does have a limp but it not enough to really slow here down." Ichigo gets a look on his face were he just realized that he been going on a tangent.
"Anyway Orihime lives right next door to you you could ask her." Ichigo then started to get his things together and pack them. He then left while grumbling under his breath, something about his dad, and-'Wait did he say mom! I thought that she died when Grand Fisher ate her? I mean I suddenly appear here and and now Ichigo's mom is still alive? What else has been changed? Is Aizen not really the bad guy? Does Rukia's drawing not suck so much now? Is Kenpachi going to open a chain of Fried Chicken stands called Kenpachi Fried Chicken?'
At this point I felt a tugging sensation in my sleeve. I looked over. It was Orihime, who was smiling. "You needed someone to walk you home?" I nodded my head and asked "Is he always that grumpy?" I knew the answer but I had to ask to keep up appearances that I'm the new kid, and not some weird trans-dimensional voyeur. "Yes we is but he means well." Orihime said rather cheerfully. Then her eyes started to glaze over. 'She's having one of her daydreams. If I know her 3...2...1' "LOOK OUT HE"S GOT A RAY-GUN!" 'Right on cue.' Orihime then looked at me and stated to blush. "Well she's embarrassed. I could choice to 1. Make fun of her 2. Ignore it. I choose C. Non of the above. " It's set to Flange Mode! Take evasive maneuvers!" I chose to play along. I grabbed her arm and I ran out the door. We ran down stairs, and stopped for Orihime to change her shoes. Never understood that. I mean sure it saves times with cleaning but it's rather hard on student's family finances since they have to buy two sets of shoes for school. Especially since their growing so you have to keep buying new shoes. Anyway after that we walked the way to the apartment but while still keeping up the goofy behavior.
"Oh no! We're doomed!"
"Don't worry! Captain Grumpy is here to save the day with his gigantic sword and constantly scowling face!"
Eventually we got to the apartment. "Thanks for walking me home." I thanked her. "No problem." She cheerfully responded. I turned the knob. *Rattle Rattle*... "Orihime?"
"Yes?"
"Ichigo dragged me out of my apartment when I didn't have my keys didn't he?"
"Yes."
"And the door locked behind me didn't it?"
"Yes." ... "Is the apartment manager's office open right now?"
"He's on vacation. He gets back next week."
"I see." ... "Orihime?" "Yes?"
"Can I Sleep on your couch tonight?" "Yes."
"Are you going to keep saying yes?" "No."
"Funny." "Yes."
After a while we got done with the whole yes routine she let me into her apartment. That was rather trusting. I mean from her perspective she barely knows me for all she knows I could rape her in her sleep. Of course I know me and the worst I'll do is use up all the toilet paper, accidentally break something, and accidentally wake her up in the middle of the night trying to get to the bathroom. Even then I never did all three in the same night. Then again is I suppose that it would be in her character to invite a person that got locked out of their apartment to spend the night in her apartment. A nice if kinda of naive thing to do.
"That's my brother Sora." 'What? Were did that come from?' I then realized that I had zoned out while staring at a picture of her brother. I tend to do that a lot. Zone out while not even knowing what I was staring at. "I see." "He died when I was only nine."
"What about your parents?" 'You complete and utter moron! You know exactly what her parents are and what they did! You are the stupidest man to ever have lived and not die because he forgot to breathe.' Orihime got really sad at that part.
"My brother ran away from our parents when he was eighteen and he brought me with him. i was only three."
"I'm sorry." 'Sorry for being a complete moron and not watching my mouth.' Orihime then jerks up.
"What"
"I just realized I haven't prayed in months to him." 'Need to stop her from crying.' "No time like the present right?" Orihime looked a little happier.
"You're right." She went to the memorial and started to pray. I always have found Religion fascinating. I was raised Catholic and I am legally an ordinated minister (Don't ask. Really. Don't) but I never really picked a religion or became an Atheist. However religion has always been rather fascinating to me and I love researching new religions. Shintoism is rather nifty. Unlike most religions there are no holy books, no founder, no ways of living your life, or any governing body for holy men. Also to qualify as a Shintoist all you have to do is participate in one ritual. So you can be a practicing Christian or what ever your religion of choice is. Then their is Buddhism. In Japan all funerals and burials are handled by any Buddhist monks. There is a saying about religion in Japan. A man is Shintoist when is a kid. Christian when he gets married. And Buddhist when he dies. The Christian is because all marriage ceremonies are done in a Christian tradition. This means it like every single wedding you've been too. Unless your Jewish. In that case it mostly like any wedding you've been to. However any more of my impromptu and probably wrong lecture about Japanese religion got sidetracked when Orihime started to cry. "I just miss you so much." I went over to her and started to to rub her back and tried to comfort her.
"It's okay. We've all been there." Actually I haven't. Sure I've lost people that I've loved but not in a sudden way. 'The only two time were due to lifetime poor health and late stage cancer respectively. So we had time to come to terms and say what we needed to. I've never lost anyone in a car crash or any other sudden incidents. And even if I had I wouldn't have had to carry them several dozen yards to the nearby clinic and- Oh dear god this is depressing. It's a miracle Orihime is so well adjusted as she is. I mean now I would be rather badly traumatized if I had to carry someone to a nearby clinic as they died and I'm nineteen, not nine. Probably helps that she had such a good friend in Tatsuki to help her recover.' As I got lost in my rant Orihime started to calm down.
"Thank you." I looked down. "You're welcome. It's hard on everyone." Orihime gave a sad smile. "I know but thanks anyway." Her mood then turned a 180 degrees and she then exuberantly exclaimed "Now it's time for dinner!" She then punctuated this statement but punching the air. Normally this wouldn't be a problem but seeing as I was standing next to her I caught the punch in my jaw.
The next thing I remember after that was sitting on her couch with an ice pack under my chin , her apologizing furiously, and me insisting that I'm fine. After awhile when we all calmed down (or recovered from ah ard uppercut. She may not look like it but she has one hell of an uppercut.) we managed to eat dinner. She was generous enough for me to have some. The problem? You know the scene where she's talking about having leeks and red bean paste? You know the one where the whole leek spin comes from? Turns out that's not the first time she had and tonight was apparently red bean paste and leek night. I didn't want to be rude so I tried it. I found out the leek really brought out the red ban paste. Or I could say that and be a bald faced liar. I couldn't really taste the leek at all since there pretty much onions but with a much milder taste and the red bean paste blotted it out. For anyone else this wouldn't be a problem but I can't really eat red bean paste. I just can't sallow it. so I wound up just staring at my plate.
"Is there a problem?" I looked up. "Sorta. I just don't really like red bean paste." Orihime apologizes "Oh I'm sorry I didn't-" I cut her off "It's find I'm imposing enough as is-" I had put my hands in my pocket and found something. I pull it out. It was my wallet. "I have my wallet but not my keys? Figures." I started to ruffle through it to see what had followed me. I found that I had my drivers licence even though it said I was Adam Tenpenny and sixteen. I was rigth about the whole that all the paperwork says I'm Adam Tenpenny. Also I found my credit card. Same number but under Adam Tenpenny. Also I found that I had cash for once. Though it wasn't the green currency of Us dollars bills. They were brown notes. "Apparently I already got my convert converted... I mean I got my money converted." I also see that my stumbling over words seems to cross the language barrier quite nicely. I counted the bills. About fifteen. I then noticed the number on them. ¥10000. I did then math in my head for the current exchange rate that I could remember. About 80 yen to the dollar since it gained strength recently so that means... ¥150000/80 equals... Jesus Mary Joesph! I had around 1875 dollars in my wallet! I looked at Orihime. "Do you want pizza?"
Later after ordering ("Look. If you want red bean paste on your pizza that bad we can order a cheese and you can put it on when it gets here.") delivery (and tipping the delivery guy an entire nights wage) eating the pizza and then making little forts from the boxes (Never order food when you're hungry and have a lot of money to burn. We had enough to keep us fed for the week.) we were rather tired. I set up the couch and laid down on it. "You need anything?" Orihime asked. "Maybe a time machine to tell our past selves not to order so much pizza?" We both look at the pizza box fortress. Thankfully we manage to get all the uneaten pizza in Orihime's fridge. "Good night." "Night." She turned out the light and went to bed. I turned over and closed my eyes.
Sometime later I found myself wide awake. I sighed and got up. I grabbed my glasses off the table in front of the couch and started to walk around. I then noticed something was odd.
"Why isn't there any light coming in from the windows?" I made my way to the closest window. It was pitch black out. There wasn't any street lights, or car lights, or any type of light. It was just black as far as the eye could see. 'Wait there's something white out there. Huh it kinda looks like a mask-' "Oh Shit." I dived out of the way from the window right before it erupted in a shower of glass and wood shrapnel. I got showered with it but no where as much as I would have if I hadn't gotten out f the way. I then started to desperately look for a weapon. I just grabbed the table and awkwardly held it in front of me. Also in front of me was a Hollow. I didn't have a good time to look at it before I was suddenly picked up rather violently. I quickly looked behind myself. "Two hollows? That's cheating!" All that got was some unholy laughter from the hollow holding me and it then opened its' mouth and I suddenly went forward into it and-
"Ahh!" *THUD!* I was on the ground. I was looking around for any Hollows looking to eat my face. I was so occupied looking for them that I barely registered the fact that there was a sound of running footsteps. If I had noticed that I wouldn't have been looking at the light fixture when the footsteps stopped and the light turned on.
"AHH! Bright light!"
"You okay!" I managed to find the source of the sound despite the spots in my eyes. It was Orihime standing over me with concern in her eyes. Also apparently she had pink pajamas that had little leeks on them. "I'm fine. Just a bad dream that caused me to roll off the couch."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Now if I had hit the coffee table I would have been in trouble. I'm fine now. Just go back to bed."
"Okay." Orhime said that in the tone of voice that says "Are you sure?" Anyway she left my field of vision and the light turned back off. I untangled myself out of the blankets, reset everything on the couch, and laid back down. I just realized that I had woken up Orihime in the middle of the night. Though in this case it wasn't because I needed to go to the bathroom. As I started to drift off again I remember the last thing that I had thought was 'Guess what? It just gets worse from here on.'
Ending Notes: Well there you go. I don't have anything more to talk about other then I'm writing this for Nanowrimo. So updates should be rather frequent if not the best quality and errors in formatting. See you next chapter.Please Review!