Desires of the Heart

by AlucardsBro

Ever since he lost his powers, Ichigo's friends have started spending less and less time with him. They still care, but they've become extremely distant. However, when he fishes a vase out of a river, Ichigo just might get the companionship he's been longing for. It just may not be what he expected...

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Wish Upon

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Hello everyone, AlucardsBro here yet again with another Bleach crossover.

This story will be replacing my Dragon Ball Z x Fairy Tail crossover that received almost no attention whatsoever since I published it quite a while ago. Unlike "Bloodstained Souls," this story will not contain very much action, as I am trying my hand at comedy/slice of life. That being said, there will still be a main villain much later on, but I won't reveal who it is.

Danny Phantom was one of the main few shows I watched growing up, and although I realize that fics based on this series have almost been played out, I would like to attempt to write a decent one. Also, there are hardly any stories about Desiree, and that simply won't do.

And so, without further delay, let's begin!

AlucardsBro OUT!

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Ichigo hardly paid attention as Chad and Uryu rushed out of the school courtyard.

Ever since the loss of his powers, it had been up to his friends to maintain the number of Hollows within Karakura Town, and between their time at school and their time patrolling the city, they had devoted much less time to hanging out with the former Substitute. The orange-head didn't hold it against any of them in the slightest though; after all, ensuring that wayward spirits weren't devoured by soul-eating monsters was certainly more important than spending time with him.

They all still spoke cordially at school, but the underlying bond that they all shared seemed to have withered considerably. Chad, Uryu, and even Orihime always spoke as if they were dealing with fragile glass when around him; as if they were afraid he'd suddenly get depressed and mopey.

Scowling, Ichigo banished those self-depreciating thoughts and shouldered his backpack. Tatsuki gave him a friendly wave as she went in the opposite direction, which he returned with a small smile of his own. Weirdly enough, the two of them had rekindled their once close friendship ever since he'd become an ordinary human. If there was anyone who could understand what it was like to feel like a bit of an outcast, then it would be the brunette tomboy.

Walking down the street, Ichigo turned abruptly to head towards the river. He didn't really feel like going straight home anyway; his family had also started to speak carefully around him, and although they didn't exactly know what was going on, they had enough sense to be able to tell that something was definitely off about him. The twenty minute walk from Karakura High School to the river went by relatively quickly, and soon enough the former Substitute found himself in the exact spot where his mother had sacrificed her life to preserve his own all those years ago.

"Hey mom," Ichigo smiled slightly. "I know I usually talk with you up at the cemetery, but I figured you wouldn't mind if we chat here instead. I just really need some advice…without my Soul Reaper powers, I feel…well…just really useless. My friends are out there every day and night fighting Hollows and protecting innocent people while I've been sitting in my room playing on my computer."

The teenage boy slid his backpack off of his shoulders and gently lowered it to the ground before sitting down next to it himself. "I just wish there was something that I could be doing instead of moping around. I wish there was someone else out there who knows what it's like to lose everything that defines who you are…"

He went silent for a while, and simply listened as the water rushed by. After several minutes of sitting in silence, the orange-head shook his head and looked out at the river. His eyes suddenly narrowed when the sunlight glinted off of something in the shallows, and he squinted to try and get a better look. Rising to his feet, Ichigo rolled up the legs of his pants and waded out a foot or two into the river before reaching down to pick up the metallic object. Whatever it was, it was certainly very beautiful, for in his hands was a small golden container about the size of a water bottle, with ornate carvings and symbols etched all around the base. The lid was screwed on tightly, and when he attempted to open it, Ichigo's eyes widened when an electric sensation traveled through his fingers and up the entirety of his right arm.

Almost dropping the vase in surprise, the former Substitute furrowed his brow and gave the object a funny look. "Weird…someone must have chucked this thing in the river by accident; I can't imagine why anyone would get rid of something like this on purpose…"

Wading back to shore, Ichigo quickly unzipped his backpack and stuffed the vase inside. Whatever it was, it would definitely look cool on his bookshelf.

The walk home was fairly quiet; by now he would have almost certainly seen at least a few spirits if he still had his powers. It definitely wouldn't do any good to dwell on what might have been, so instead of focussing on the past, the orange-head instead began to ponder about the nature of his newest find. The writing on the side had been in some kind of language he wasn't familiar with, but he had seen enough movies and watched enough television to say that it almost looked similar to Arabic. Great, with his luck he'd probably ended up with a cursed jar that had the potential to destroy all of mankind…

So caught up in his thoughts was Ichigo that he very nearly slammed face first into his front door. Blinking in surprise at the fact that he'd walked home it what had seemed like such a short amount of time, the former Substitute merely shrugged and walked through the door. Almost as soon as he entered the house, the orange-head dropped into a crouch just in time for Isshin Kurosaki to sail over his son's head.

Crashing down onto the pavement outside, the Kurosaki patriarch let out a pathetic groan before leaping to his feet and pointing an accusatory finger at his deadpanning son. "Why would you dodge that kick my beloved boy? Surely you would have known that such an action would have caused me pain!"

"Shut up Old Man…now get inside before the neighbors start to stare," Ichigo scowled impassively. Turning around and heading up the stairs, the former Substitute ignored his father's childish protests in favor of going to his room.

Shrugging off his backpack, he set in on his bed and opened it up, only to scowl once again when he realized that the vase had gotten all of the bag's contents sopping wet. "Oh great…I really should have dried this damn thing off first."

Taking out the vase and setting it on his nightstand, Ichigo removed everything from his backpack and set it all out to dry. Once that was taken care of, he briefly left the room to grab a towel from the bathroom. When he returned, he sat on his bed and grabbed the vase itself and began to rub it dry.

If only he had known…

When the vase began to uncontrollably vibrate, Ichigo let out a startled yelp and fell backward off of the bed, dropping the object in the process. He watched with wide eyes as green smoke began to leak from the vase's lid, the the runes adorning it's side began to glow a vibrant shade of emerald. The orange-head almost fell over again when the lid popped off and shot across the room like a bullet, leaving an indent in the opposite wall.

Green fog continued to fill the room to the point where his vision was entirely obscured, making him cough and close his eyes. When the haze finally began to dissipate, Ichigo rubbed his eyes and attempted to blink several times in order to clear his vision. A shape began to form in the mist, and eventually it took on an obviously humanoid form.

Ichigo's jaw nearly fell off and clattered to the floor.

Now, let it be known that he had been around numerous absurdly gorgeous women nearly all throughout his tenure as a Substitute Soul Reaper.

Yoruichi was a shameless tease, but even he couldn't deny that she was absolutely stunning. The Flash Goddess would never let him hear the end of it if she ever found out he'd actually tried to sneak a few glances during their time training at the hot springs.

Rangiku Matsumoto was also an extraordinarily beautiful woman, and she had assets that most girls would kill for. Although he'd never told anyone else, he'd actually thought about what it would be like to date the well endowed Lieutenant, and he knew for a fact that she was at least physically attracted to him in return.

Isane Kotetsu, although she was extremely shy and soft spoken, was yet another example of feminine glory. They had spoken only a handful of times, and although Ichigo couldn't say that they knew one another very well, he definitely wouldn't have minded getting to know her better.

The list went on and on, but if he was being completely honest, Ichigo would confidently state that the woman now in front of him was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid eyes upon.

She was tall, even more so than himself, with a slim waist and voluptuous figure than would make nearly all supermodels on the planet green with envy. Ironically enough, this woman herself had deep emerald-toned skin, which contrasted beautifully with her ruby-red eyes. Extremely long black hair cascaded down her back like a raven-colored waterfall, and several strands obscured the right half of her face.

Her attire consisted of a blue headband and a purple ornamental necklace. A blue strapless crop top with purple trims covered her admittedly large chest, and a metallic purple belt with a blue jewel in the center was wrapped around her waist. A metallic purple cuff adorned each of her arms, with one on her bicep and the other on her wrist, and she had two bracelets on her right wrist and one on her left.

In lieu of legs, her hips led into a long ghostly blue tail, which itself swished from side to side lazily. Obviously, this indicated that she was some type of spirit, but even so she was unlike anything Ichigo had ever seen.

She must have caught him staring, for she sneered and folded her arms under her ample bosom. "Oh how positively wonderful…I have been summoned by a lecherous hormonal teenager. Very well then, let us commence with the wish making so that I may be on my way."

Frowning at the spirit's haughty and obviously repulsed tone, the former Substitute rose to his feet and returned her glare with equal heat. "What the hell are you talking about? And who the hell are you?"

The green-skinned woman rolled her eyes. "Oh joy, he's dimwitted as well…to answer your questions, I am called Desiree, the great and powerful genie. Now, as I said before, state your wishes so that I may be rid of your despicable presence."

Ichigo deadpanned. "What, like from that movie Aladdin? And if you're so eager to leave, then why don't you just go?"

Desiree scoffed as if she had just been given the greatest insult in all of history. "You do not wish to accept my most generous offer? Very well then, I shall take my leave of you, you disgusting man."

The green genie disappeared in a flash of green smoke, only to reappear not a second later. The spirit's red eyes widened, and she attempted to leave again, only to be met with the exact same result every time. "What sorcery is this?! Why can I not vacate the area?!"

Whirling around, she let out a snarl and flew right into Ichigo's personal space. "YOU! You are doing this aren't you? Release me from this spell at once!"

Not one to back down, even from a woman, Ichigo got right back in Desiree's face and snarled right back at her. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about! Don't blame me if you can't teleport right!"

The genie's eyes widened before bursting into a fiery inferno. "I can teleport just fine, you pathetic human pig! How dare you insinuate that I am anything less than perfect!" Letting out an annoyed huff, she looked him up and down before frowning. "How peculiar…your spectral energy is abnormally high for a human; the level at which it rests must have been enough to actually bind me to you…how wonderful."

The orange-head frowned. "What does that mean?"

"What it means, Little Master, is that until you finish making all three of your wishes, I am bound to you and you alone. I am unable to leave your direct area without your permission, and I cannot grant the wishes of others until yours have been fulfilled."

Ichigo snorted.

So, he was stuck with a prissy ghost who thought she was above everyone else on the planet? Fan-fucking-tastic…

"I don't have any wishes I want granted…unless…can you give me my Soul Reaper powers back?" Ichigo questioned hopefully.

Desiree raised an elegant eyebrow before closing her eyes. She remained silent for a while, but after about a minute, she opened her eyes and let out a sigh. "It seems as though such a thing is beyond my power…"

Scowling, the orange-head sat back down on his bed, while his new guest lazily floated horizontally in the air. "What else CAN'T you do?"

The red-eyed spirit narrowed her eyes at the less than subtle jab at her pride, but replied nonetheless. "I am unable to bring back the dead, make individuals fall in love, or bend the fundamental aspects of reality. I also cannot refuse anything my master asks of me."

Ichigo's eyes widened at the implied meaning behind the end of that statement. "Has anyone ever tried to…"

"Molest me? As if I would ever allow a filthy man to lay his hands on me; but to answer your question, no, nothing of the sort has ever happened to me," Desiree answered, and despite himself, Ichigo let out a sigh of relief.

Looking up at her, the former Substitute leaned back against his pillows. "Can't I just release you from the bond?"

The raven-haired genie shook her head. "Only with your third wish. Believe me Little Master, if I could get away that easily, I would have suggested it to begin with."

"Then why don't you just tell me about yourself."

"Is that a wish?"

Ichigo smirked marginally. "No, it's just a request; if I'm gonna get three wishes, then I want them to actually be meaningful."

Desiree sighed and made herself comfortable in the air. "Very well Little Master; before the time of my death, I was a peasant girl who grew up with my family in a fairly typical settlement in Saudi Arabia. By the time I reached the age of twenty-three, I caught the eye of the local Sultan, who made me a part of his harem. He told me that I was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and he promised to grant me all of my heart's desires, and even a kingdom of my own…"

The genie's eyes turned downcast and she let out a dejected sigh. If not for the fact that he was almost certain she would rip his arm off, Ichigo would have at least attempted to comfort her.

"Eventually, I was cast out by the Sultan's jealous wife, and I was doomed to wander the land for the remainder of my life on Earth before eventually dying of old age and a broken heart," she finished her tale, and briefly reached up to wipe at her eyes. "The Sultan never even once attempted to speak on my behalf; me, who had promised my life to him. I learned that day that men will only keep you around until you have fulfilled your usefulness to them, or it becomes to inconvenient to keep you around."

Her eyes snapped up to meet Ichigo's, and the former Substitute had to repress the instinct to flinch. "And what of you, Little Master? What has life entailed for you?"

Scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably, the orange-head let out a sigh. "Well, for starters, my mother sacrificed her life to save mine when I was just a kid. My dad basically had to raise me and my little sisters all on his own ever since then, and even though he can be a damn goofball most of the time, he did an okay job of doing it. A year and a half ago, I was given the power to fight corrupted spirits known as Hollows…"

Ichigo raised an eyebrow when Desiree mumbled something under her breath about 'Super Powered Ghost Boys,' before shaking his head and continuing with his story. "Anyway, for a while my job was mostly just about fighting Hollows, but a few months after I got my powers I got into a fight with a guy named Sosuke Aizen, who wanted to become the ultimate life form. I ended up beating him, but it cost me all of my powers."

From her spot in the air, Desiree's eyes softened slightly. "So…you DO know what it means to lose everything you once held dear."

Ichigo shrugged. "I guess so, but if I had to do it all over again, I would do it in a heartbeat. My friends needed me, and I would give up everything to protect them if I had to."

The genie smirked a bit condescendingly, but there was no real heat behind the action. "My my, how noble of you my Little Master; it seems that perhaps I was a tad to quick in grouping you with the rest of the male scum on the planet."

The former Substitute smirked. "Gee, thanks…"

They fell into a comfortable silence for a while, but just when Desiree attempted to speak up, Ichigo's bedroom door slammed open. "Yo Ichigo, Yuzu wanted me to tell you that dinners ready," Karin announced lazily.

Ichigo froze.

As far as he knew, Karin was at least somewhat spiritually aware. Could she see Desiree?

His little sister gave him a funny look. "What's your problem Ichigo? Are you just gonna sit there all night, or are you gonna come down and eat with the rest of us?" Without bothering to wait for a response, Karin turned around and headed back downstairs to the kitchen, leaving behind a thoroughly confused Ichigo and a highly amused Desiree.

"Oh, I like her!" The genie giggled at her new master's expense.

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Dinner was an extremely awkward affair.

Between his father and sisters sparing him sympathetic looks, and watching Desiree float into everyone's personal space without them even being aware of her existence, it took nearly everything Ichigo had to not collapse into a mixture of amusement and frustration.

"Hmm…cuisine certainly has changed since my day," the ghost genie mused aloud, although the former Substitute was the only one who could hear her. Apparently deciding that watching the Kurosaki family eat their dinner was boring, the green woman floated away and began to inspect to rest of the living room and kitchen. "Your palace is quite drab Little Master; I know you said that your mother is deceased, but this place could still use more of a woman's touch."

Ichigo grunted in acknowledgement, which in turn drew the attention of his family.

"You okay there Ichigo?" Isshin raised an eyebrow, glancing up at his son before turning to look in the direction in which the orange-head had been staring. To his eyes, there was absolutely nothing there; however, Ichigo saw Desiree phasing her head and shoulders through the door of the refrigerator.

"Yeah, I'm fine…just thinking I guess," the former Substitute replied easily before digging back into his meal.

Isshin frowned momentarily, before simply shrugging in acceptance and turning back to his own plate of food.

Once they'd finished eating, Karin and Yuzu had taken the dishes into the kitchen to wash up, while Isshin had relocated to the couch to watch some cheesy retro samurai movie.

Ichigo himself was about to head back upstairs, but he paused upon noticing Desiree floating directly in front of his father's giant poster of his mother. The genie appeared deep in thought, and barely registered when her new master came to stand next to her.

"She is quite beautiful…is this your mother you spoke of?" The spirit asked curiously.

The orange-head nodded, and whispered his answer in order to avoid any suspicion by his family. "Yeah, that's her."

Desiree smiled softly, seemingly satisfied with the response. "Very well then, I shall see you upstairs Little Master." And without waiting for a reply, the genie floated up through the ceiling to the second story.

How convenient that must be.

Rolling his eyes, Ichigo ascended the stairs back up to his room. He seriously needed a shower.

Opening the door to his bedroom, the orange-head frowned upon noticing a distinct lack of busty ghost genie, but shrugged nevertheless and grabbed a clean towel and a fresh pair of clothes. Walking to the bathroom, he made sure to keep a sharp eye out for his new companion, but strangely enough she was nowhere to be seen. Upon reaching the bathroom, he closed and locked the door before stepping out of his school clothes and turning on the shower.

Pulling the privacy curtain closed, the former Substitute squeezed some shampoo into his hands and proceeded to start washing his hair.

"Oh my…"

Ichigo let out a very unmanly shriek and nearly fell over in the tub. After a moment of untangling his limbs, he whipped around to see a very amused looking Desiree sticking her head through the wall.

"It appears as though I spoke too soon when calling you 'Little' Master." The genie's cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of green, and she let out an elegant chuckle. "I may not tolerate a man laying his filthy hands upon me without my permission, but even I can still appreciate the masculine form."

"GET OUT!" Ichigo yelled furiously, his entire face an atomic shade of red.

Phasing completely through the wall, the genie huffed and folded her arms beneath her large breasts. Being a ghost, she didn't have to worry about the stream of water spouting from the shower head getting her own clothes wet. "You know, most young men your age would be positively thrilled at the idea of sharing a bath with a beautiful woman…are you saying that you do not find me desirable, Little Master?"

To Ichigo's utter bewilderment, she stuck out her lower lip and looked down at him with sad eyes. What the actual fuck?! She was literally threatening him not even thirty minutes ago! How did she go from murderous and vindictive to teasing and pouty in that amount of time?!

His train of thought was broken when Desiree's mournful expression melted away, and she fell into a lapse of amused chuckles. "I only jest Little Master; I am very well aware of how beautiful I am. You would be absolutely privileged if I were to ever even consider the idea of bedding with you."

Okay, stab to his male pride aside, Ichigo scowled and pointed towards the door. "Out."

The spirit rolled her eyes. "Oh very well."

Flying towards the door, she paused momentarily and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Just so you know Little Master, I have been around for quite some time. And out of everyone I have seen in both my living and undead lives, I must admit that you are far much better equipped to satisfy a woman than anyone else I have ever encountered; you should be quite proud." With a wink and a final teasing giggle, she phased through the door.

Ichigo opened his mouth, but no words were able to form.

His face was so red that steam was literally wafting off of his skin. Grumbling under his breath, the orange-head slowly stood up and continued with his shower. God help him if Desiree and Yoruichi were ever able to actually meet.

Only a second later did he realize the horror that scenario entailed, and his eyes widened as a shiver crept through his body. Yoruichi alone was almost too much for him to handle without his blood pressure going through the roof…and he highly doubted that he had witnessed the full extent of his new guest's teasing capabilities.

The two of them together would have the combined feminine power to bring all of humanity to it's very knees. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the former Substitute attempted to finish cleaning himself.

A moment later though, his eyes widened in terror yet again.

Oh God…what if Kukaku and Rangiku got in on it too…

The world would not survive such a seductive alliance.

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And there is the first chapter.

I apologize if Desiree seems a bit OOC, but I genuinely think she would behave differently if she was around someone she thought she could trust and felt comfortable with.

As I said at the beginning of the Author's Notes, this story will be more of a friendship and romance fic, while also focussing on comedy and Ichigo's daily life with Desiree tagging along for the ride. Imagine all of the hilarity that could ensue since no one but Ichigo is able to see her.

Speaking of which, allow me to explain that. You know how earlier in the chapter Ichigo felt an electric sensation when he tried to first open Desiree's vase? Well, due to his nature, Desiree's spirit energy reacted to him in a way it never has to anyone else before. Think of it as a dominance thing. Ichigo has inherently more energy (even without his powers) than anyone else Desiree has ever encountered, and so her nature as a genie acknowledged this fact, and spiritually bonded the two of them together until all of Ichigo's wishes are fulfilled. Make sense?

Other Spiritual Beings will be able to see her, but even Spiritually Aware humans will not. Isshin would be able to see her if he exited his Gigai.

Anyway, yeah, Desiree can be a tease, but she does not by any means have feelings for Ichigo. She might hold slightly more respect for him than any other man she's ever met, but she's still cautious.

Other Danny Phantom characters will appear later on, but not for quite some time.

I hope anyone reading this finds it to be an enjoyable first chapter, and if so stick around for the next one. "Bloodstained Souls" should be updated later this week.

AlucardsBro OUT!