Yo. Aero'Phoenix here.
Here's my new crossover idea, it took awhile considering that I had to find a way to make this work without ruining the integrity of both series.
Just to make things clear, the general idea of the first two chapters is to have most of the members in the Jyuken Club question who the mysterious enigma, known to Toudou Academy only as Kurosaki Ichigo, actually is.
Well, let's get this show started. Here's to hoping this goes well with the general public.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor do I own Tenjho Tenge. This fanfic is just an example of all the creepy imagination bubbles running wild in my head.
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Chapter One- To Start Over
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"Ichi-nii!"
"I said I'd try to visit whenever I can Karin."
"You're still not promising me anything Ichi-nii!"
"Ah! Fine! I promise to visit as soon as things calm down over here, okay?"
"You better Ichi-nii... Yuzu and Tou-san really miss you, ya know?"
"Yeah... Talk to you later okay?"
"Yeah..."
With a sigh, Ichigo dropped the phone as he got up and off the couch. It was time to get an early start on the day.
Looking over to the clock on the wall, Ichigo realized that it was five am, which meant that three hours had passed seen he'd gotten up to prepare for his first day at Toudou Academy.
The orange haired teenager sighed as he made his way over to the kitchen, opening the fridge to take out an apple. He wasn't all that excited.
It had been a full month since he'd moved into this apartment, mainly because it was the cheapest and closest place he could find that was near the Academy.
Ichigo found it funny how most of the time he'd find himself locked up here and away from the world, preferring to listen to the noisy people upstairs than be approached by anyone he didn't know in this city.
Hazel brown eyes took on a bored gleam as he walked over to his bedroom which consisted of a single bed with a small table next to it so he could place all his study material there. A small smile briefly crossed his face at the way everything was set up. Just the way he liked it.
It reminded him of his room back at Karakura Town, with the exception of the noisy couple that lived upstairs who had the nasty habit of 'getting it on' on the weekends.
Ichigo bit into the apple as he went over to his closet to take out Toudou's standard uniform. His height didn't help much when coming to preferences on his choices of clothing, much less his toned body from the months of training back during his days as a Substitue Shinigami.
Maybe it was just his bad luck as he found that his uniform showcased more of his muscular figure, his broad shoulders specifically being enhanced by the black fabric.
'So much for not attracting unwanted attention...'
After taking a few minutes to get dressed, Ichigo ruffled his hair a bit before checking the mirror to see if he at least looked decent enough to get to school. He'd decided to keep his hair longer at the front whist shorting the locks on the back so that his pony tail wasn't too long.
'I look okay I guess. It's decent enough for today.' He thought, not particularly wanting to stand out on his first day.
Today was also the day he planned on joining the most suitable Martial Arts club at the Academy. He couldn't place it exactly but he felt the need to work on rebuilding his foundation from the ground up.
After fixing up the last of the glitches on his uniform, Ichigo then packed his books and made sure to eat a sandwich on the way out as he locked the door to his apartment.
He stood outside his door for awhile to take in the sight of the urban neighbourhood. It wasn't over luxurious like the other parts of the place he'd seen, probably why he'd chosen to live here as there weren't too many buildings as there were trees around.
Ichigo frowned.
'Zangetsu would've loved it here.'
He quickly adjusted his black blazer as it was starting to feel uncomfortable. The sun wasn't up yet which meant he at least had about another hour or so before school started.
"Well" Ichigo muttered to the cold air as he started walking down the flight of stairs to the side of his door. "Guess I'll just have to take a detour."
Out of the corner of his eye, Ichigo noticed two people leaning on a railing of a floor just above his own of the apartment building. He didn't really take in their features as he turned at the hook of an alley. It didn't matter much as whatever they were doing was none of his business.
.x.X.x.
"... Bob" moaned out a brunette with shoulder length hair. She dawned on a pink gown that clung to all the right curves on her body as a dark skinned male, who's hair was braided in a lose fashion, hugged her from behind while nibbling lightly on her ear. "I think I just saw a kid from that school you're headed over to."
Bob blinked, putting his teasing on hold as he looked up to see where exactly the brunette was staring at. "You sure Chiaki?"
Said girl nodded, glancing back at her boyfriend with a thoughtful look. "Mhmm! Guy had on what you're wearing right now. All black and everything."
"Hmm." The taller teen seemed to dwell on something as he look over his uniform and back at the girl wrapped in his arms. "It doesn't matter. If the guy's lucky, Nagi won't notice him and end up kicking his ass."
Chiaki giggled at the thought. "You guys really need to cut down on the school conquering biz. You never know when you'll run into that one guy that's just too strong."
Bob shook his head in disagreement. "I doubt we'd stop even if that happened. Souichiro's that type of hot head."
Chiaki smiled as she turned around, her nose inches away from Bob's. Her eyes narrowed as lust glazed over her orbs. "What time do you have to fetch Na-chan?"
Bob raised a brow as Chiaki's breath lingered across his cheek. The distance between their lips made Bob shiver as the look in his girlfriend's eyes suggested that she was thinking along the same lines as him. "6:45, why?"
"Because..." Chiaki whispered into his ear. "That gives us 30 minutes till you have to get on that bike of yours."
Bob could only grin as he proceeded to make out with the busty brunette as they headed into his apartment. Man did he love his girlfriend.
.x.X.x.
Ichigo stroll down onto the side of a road leading to a much longer route to Toudou Academy. He wasn't in a rush and it certainly felt good to step out and take in the fresh morning air before all the traffic started to pollute everything with gas.
Hazel brown eyes flashed with sorrow as he gradually recalled the events that led him to this place.
After the Winter War had ended, a lot of reconstruction had taken place to make up for all the destruction Aizen had caused. Kisuke, along with Shinji and Yoruichi had been asked to help bring order to Soul Society and had temporally taken up their positions as captains again.
Ichigo wasn't sure how long it took to get everything back in order but one thing was for certain, he'd be there to make sure everything was back to normal by the time his powers left him.
The Winter War had cost him his heart. The pain from having to watch his comrades die had proved to be too much for his spirit to take but for the sake of everyone else, he'd forced himself to move forward.
It had taken everything out of him. Unpleasant memories of how many peoples' lives the war had affected always seemed to haunt Ichigo.
He quite clearly recalled how he and Byakuya would every morning pray together in front of the cherry blossom tree near the main house of the Kuchiki compound. He'd had a lot to say to her by then.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
All in all things looked bright.
Soul Society had been up in no time with everyone's participation.
The Vizards were in for a pleasant surprise as Seiretei had welcomed them back with open arms as the sacrifice both Mashiro and Kensei made to save the Vice-Captains from Barragan's Respira(Dying Breath) proved admirable of their trust.
Ichigo had honestly been glad as he could finally see his family and wasted no time in getting over to the real world in order to have dinner with Yuzu, Karin and Isshin.
Going back to school was easy, although he wasn't the least bit surprised by the treatment from Keigo and Mizuiro. If anything he felt he deserved the cold attitude for letting Tatsuki die that day from one of Aizen's stray Cero. Maybe if he had forced him further away from Karakura...
Ishida, along with Inoue had offered their support, telling him that it was okay but Ichigo wasn't stupid. He could see past the forced and strained smiles. He knew in a way that Ishida and Inoue were hurt, the pain from having to lose the most important people in your life never had mercy on anyone.
Kagine-sensei had informed the class of both Ishida and Inoue's transfers to different schools that were out of town the week after.
Ichigo's only regret that day was that he hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye.
He'd always kept contact via email after that, even though Ishida never replied to his and Inoue would always give him rather short answers.
He'd ask things like how she was doing, if everything was okay or if her studies were going well.
It would always be answers like 'Fine', 'Yeah' or 'Their okay.'
Ichigo had never given up though. He'd continue to check up on them even as he and Chad would spend their Friday nights catching up on how life was playing out for them.
Renji and surprising Toshiro came to check up on him and the status of his ever fading reiatsu, the latter of the two partnering up with him to help with the eradication of hollows within Karakura.
Ichigo had wondered what a Captain level shinigami was doing away from Seiretei. The short, Hyourinmaru wielding taicho had acknowledged him with a glare before swiftly declaring that he was on holiday for the time being.
Ichigo could only smile as he slowly began to realize that Toshiro was spending most of the time of the day with Karin either playing soccer or arguing about life in general.
He'd missed days like those with Rukia. It became too painful to think about her most of the time and sooner than later, he'd find himself cutting off all his ties to Soul Society.
Toshiro was still welcome on the rare days he came. He just didn't have the heart to disappoint his stubborn sister. The fact that Toshiro was willing to fight in order to prove himself didn't help in easing over the tension anyway.
Eventually even Renji had led up to his cold attitude. Telling Ichigo that he'd be back the day he got his head out of his ass.
That day had never come.
His powers had surprising vanished within a month. He'd noticed the signs too, like how winded he'd get from using a single Getsuga Tensho(Heavenly Shocking Lunar Fang) or how it was getting harder to Shunpo(Flash Step) until he couldn't do either altogether.
On his final night as a Shinigami, Zangetsu had brought him into his inner world to tell him goodbye and wish him luck on his journey. He wasn't sure if he could read faces better but he'd sworn he'd seen the sorrow flashing through the old man's eyes before finally sending him out of the now crumbling inner world.
The next thing he knew, he'd woken up from bed and just like that things were normal.
He spent that day walking around, looking for signs of anything out of the ordinary. He realized that there were...
No Hollows
No Ghosts
No Shinigami
... Nothing.
Life had carried on after that yet Ichigo found that he'd slowly begun to change. He'd go out less than usual and get into more fights before coming home late.
Yuzu would always give him those worried glances during dinner whilst Karin would just keep quiet and let him be.
The war had left him scarred emotionally, his physical and mental state of wellbeing too stubborn to go down without a fight.
Violence was his way of venting as he'd beat down on any gang he'd catch on the street. The once resolute burn in his eyes had faded along with his purpose to go on living.
Finally after three gruelling months of self inflicted loathing, his father, Isshin, had stormed into his room and proceeded to beat the shit of him with his bare hands.
Ichigo not ever being one to keep his cool or back down retaliated and soon an all out brawl had ensued which later ended with both men flat on their backs, breathing laboured as they bleed on the floor whilst trying to stay conscious.
"Is all that... Is all that stupid sense of self loathing out yet?" Isshin more or less breathed out.
"... Fuck off" replied Ichigo acidly.
Isshin sighed before slowly picking himself up off the floor. He stumbled over to the fallen form of his son, crouching down to meet his hazel brown, a rare seriousness that was only reserved for important matters clear in his eyes.
"You can't expect to wallow like this forever Ichigo."
"What are you talking about?" asked the orange head begrudgingly as a small amount of blood oozed from his bruised lip. He looked away. "There's nothing wrong with me..."
"Who the hell do you think you're fooling here!?" spat Isshin. "Can't you see!? You've had Karin and Yuzu worried sick about you!"
Ichigo grunted as he abruptly tried to get up only to have his father grip his collar. "Let go of me oji-"
"Rukia's dead!"
Ichigo froze, his hands going limp on Isshin's wrists as he stared into the steely eyes of his father, catching a glimpse of the former Captain-class Shinigami buried away inside.
"Rukia's dead Ichigo! Both her and Tatsuki! It won't help if you just lie there all day the way you did when Kaa-chan-"
Isshin instinctively ducked under the fast left hook that came a split second after he'd referred to his late wife before intercepting the right that was aimed for his jaw. Isshin gripped Ichigo's fist, watching with all forms of seriousness as Ichigo bend over from the fist he'd just shot out as it connected with his mid-section.
By the time Ichigo felt all the air get knocked out of his lungs, Yuzu and Karin had ran upstairs to see what all the commotion was about, taking the broken down door as a sign to enter with caution.
At the sight of bruised and beaten Ichigo on his knees...
Yuzu gasped.
Karin frowned.
Isshin had then crouched down to do the one thing any good father would do in this situation.
He hugged him.
Ichigo was too shocked to even register Yuzu and Karin running over to them with tears in their eyes as they joined the show of affection. Only being brought out of his momentary daze at the sound of sobs from both his sisters, it proved to be too much for his composure as at that moment Kurosaki Ichigo, former Substitute Shinigami of Karakura Town and saviour of Soul Society...
... had wept.
After ten minutes or so, the Kurosaki family had gotten up and talked about everything dealing with the aftermath of the war, Yuzu and Karin eventually falling asleep which allowed Isshin to talk about the more darker parts of the war, which later led to words of comfort and motivation.
Ichigo had never felt more pride in having the Kurosaki surname that day.
A week had past after that confrontation and Ichigo had come to a decision.
He'd have to leave.
His father had understood immediately, his sisters on the other hand wailed about him going away before he sat them down and explained that he'd have to move away for the purpose of education. It was a lie but he felt his sisters would only be troubled and worry after him if they'd known the truth.
He'd then searched on the net for schools that specifically dealt with the art of Kenjutsu and after finally listing those down came upon the renowned Toudou Academy.
It was a good place to start as he needed to brush up on his skills as well as learn a thing or two in unarmed combat.
It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself, far from it actually. It was just that there was a word for the way he fought, one Byakuya use to always remark about.
His style was, in elegant terms, 'unrefined'. Ichigo, being the blunt person that he was, concluded that he meant that he fought like a savage.
Isshin had personally invited Chad to help send him off as the family took him to the airport and after several tearful goodbyes later, he found himself on a one way flight to Japan.
Ichigo blinked at the sudden rush of memories, frown turning grim at getting so caught up in the past once again.
He noticed that the sun was up and felt that it was time to get to school.
.x.X.x.
Ichigo hadn't expected much on his first day, if anything he was hoping to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention to himself, something he was clearly failing at as two girls who appeared to be students at the Academy, passed him by whilst blushing at being caught staring at his chest.
"So this is Toudou Academy huh?" Ichigo found himself looking up to the two stone statues atop of the gates of what appeared to be samurai? "... Maa"
Ichigo passed by the gates, his bag slung across his shoulder as his infamous scowl made its way onto his face. Being the type of guy who always followed his instincts took a lot of work but it was work he was willing to get done as that was what saved his ass throughout most of the war.
He didn't know why his gut had to give off such an ominous feeling about this place but he shrugged it off as he passed the gates.
He didn't care much for the bad feeling though as anything was better than facing off an Arrancar. Besides he was Kurosaki Ichigo, if Kenpachi couldn't kill him on a good day, certainly no stuck up martial artist would... right?
He pulled out his phone and went wide eyed as he looked at the time that read '7:25'and realised that he was late.
"Shit! Gotta get to the homeroom class before they mark my name off the list for being absent!"
.x.X.x.
Ichigo had expected a lot of things while running up the stairs to get to class.
A creepy older lady who could send chills down his spine with a sadistic smile that foretold loads of extra bullshit assignments.
Maybe even some muscle bound jockey for a lecture that had the clear weakness of falling for pathetic and fake tears from female students in his classroom.
Hell, even an old geezer that kept on yapping about how irresponsible youngsters were would've been better a greeting as he stood in the hallway of where his supposed class was to be.
What he didn't expect to see was a large group of male students littering the floor of the hallway unconscious.
"What the hell?" Ichigo muttered as he looked up to see some of the other students forming a semi circle around a commotion of sorts.
He didn't want to be involved as the plan for the year was to not draw any attention to himself. He cussed under his breath at realising that the crowd had formed next to a door that had the characters 'D12' written on them.
That was his class! One that he was already late for, he might add.
The crowd cleared for a moment as a body went flying over only land on the side of his foot. Ichigo caught a glimpse of a large dark skinned individual executing an axe kick on some unsuspecting student whilst a blond connected with a right hook that send some other guy crashing through his classroom door before the circle closed up again.
Ichigo could only scowl as he walked up to the crowd that seemed to open up immediately at the sight of his bright orange hair and stoic presence.
"Oi, Assholes." Ichigo spat lazily, dropping his bag onto the floor. "Why don't you try that on someone who can take a hit?"
It wouldn't take long seeing as apparently these punks were brawlers and hey, what was the harm in stopping two idiots from causing more trouble on his way to class?
.x.X.x.
Ichigo would only later realise how drastic his life would change from his first encounter with the Knuckle Bomb duo; Makihara Bob and Nagi Souichiro.
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Review if you will? I'm kinda depressed here waiting to see the response to this and could use the boost in moral *puppy eyes*.
Anyways that's up to the audience and don't worry, the action starts next chapter.
Aero Out.