Episode 1
Ichigo was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a scowl on his face, bored out of his mind when he heard it. A faint scream that screeched through the night quiet, clawing at his eardrums and eliciting thin streaks of crimson to flow hopelessly down. His body sprang up in irritation while instinctively covering his ears, he tried to focus on his surroundings but the altitude of the waves were too strong. He opened his squinting eyes to see his vision slowly fading, trying desperately to hold on to his consciousness. His chest heaved violently while his lungs completely collapsed on him, the piercing scream continued it's reverberation. He pondered on what caused the painful cry when he was hit upside the head by a cane, currently being pressed against his head. Surprisingly, his aching brain calmed while once again starting to function, he didn't even question where the object came from until it's owner made himself known. Before his very eyes, stood a tall and muscled blonde wearing a ridiculous hat and dark kimono, though his fan gave him a childlike touch, his grey orbs held mystery and seriousness in them. Before the teen could stop his mouth from gapping, the stranger lifted and threw his body over his shoulder with an 'Oooff' sound. "Sorry about this, Ichigo, but I have a promise I would very much like to keep." With that, they were both flashing from street to street until they reached their destination.
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The two came to a stop when they appeared infront of a shop called, 'Urahara Shoten', when the orangette started vomiting on the road, quickly thrown to the ground because of that action. He offered a few coughs before angrily glaring daggers at his kidnapper. "You know this is illegal, right? Who the hell do you think you are!?" His captor gave a sympathetic look while mummuring his best apology before dragging the boy inside, completely against his will. In the room they entered was a small round table as the high school student was dropped next to it. Frustration got the better of him, but not before shock as a black cat with golden orbs jumped into his lap. "Ichigo, is it time for your visit already? How's Ishin?"
This time, the kid really freaked out. With a flip to the wooden furniture, the table went flying to the other side of the room as he let everything out in confusion.
"What the hell, man! First I'm kidnapped by a dirty hippie and now his side kick cat, who happens to speak my language, asks me about goat face!? What the hell is going on!?" The animal gave an irritated sigh before a huddle of smoke consumed the small form, revealing to be a exceptionally curvy woman with tied back purple hair once the mist subsided. Droplets of steam slid down her tanned flesh that was shamelessly exposed, smirking at her bold behavior. One glance and the teen went from normal skin tone, to the color of an apple. He spun away, drawing out a laugh from said woman, and shouted, "Put some damn clothes on!"
"Ichigo, we have a lot to explain and so little time to do so, if you don't mind, we want you to sit quietly and listen to what we have to say." At the sound of orders being giving, the mad boy turned to give his two sense, forgetting the sole purpose for facing away, and blushed yet again at seeing the girl twice. He just whipped back and silently complied. "My name is Urahara Kisuke, and this is Yoruichi Shihoin, do you know what we are or why we retrieved you?"
"If I did, do you think I would be acting like this?" Ichigo scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as his back still faced them.
"I suppose not, well, you will find out now. We, uhm, how do I explain this? Oh, I know!" The noise of thrashing objects going in all directions unnerved him greatly, not daring to fall temptation to his curiosity. It wasn't until the women announced herself being fully clothed that he twisted to see torn pages out of a sketch book, arching his eyebrow at the horrible scribbles.
"Ahhhh, I'm sure glad Rukia gave me this before my exile. Anyway, do you see these two bears?"
"I see a failed attempt at cursive. "
"Tch, then this simply won't do." The pages were tossed as the host rummaged through his belongings, contently smiling as he held up a puppet vaugly similar to himself in his left hand. "Alright, this here is me. I am what we call a, soul reaper. I protect poor wholes, ghost like souls who wonder earth, from getting eaten by ugly fish heads called hollows." He then brought his right hand up to show a hideously stained kitchen mitten, making the teen question the man's sanity. "Hollows are meanies that eat the soul of wholes to survive. We soul reapers have two jobs, three if you count being deadly attractive. "
"Just get on with it!"
"Fine, you're so demanding, Kurosaki. Job number one, bringing lost wholes to soul society. Number two is fighting hollows off with our amazing skill of combat, spiritual pressure, and kido spells." The Kisuke look alike danced around and was pounded mercilessly into the worn out mitten, the explanation playing out like a puppet show. "However, we can not save them all. For those wholes who walk the face of the earth too long will lose sanity and transform themselfs into hollows."
"So, you just protect wholes..."
"Uhuh."
"From fish heads who eat them to live..."
"That's it!"
"Oh, I completely understan-WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP! I'm not buying this shit! So, you better tell me what's really going on before I-"
The same scream from before once again struck him, making dry blood warm from newly opened wounds. His face contorted in agony as he tryed once again to will his body to move. The only thing helping him was the host, now taking him to the middle of the street to the source. Ichigo couldn't believe his eyes as they landed on the fish like monster with overly grown arms and legs, towering over the three greatly. "Ichigo, since you won't believe us, we will have to show you personally how these things go down. Try to keep up."
Just like how he was brought here, the man and woman flashed infront of their opponent. The giant arms swung to where they were but were too slow to catch their target. The two soul reapers were too much for the creature to handle, they flashed to one spot only to disappear within a matter of seconds as blood danced around them, the enemy receiving new blows faster than the speed of light. Ichigo couldn't tell what exactly they used for weapons, but decided not to dawn upon it. They looked majestic, as mythical creatures who's beauty came out in a fight. Their elegance in every one of their suave moves were timed perfectly with preventing attacks from landing. Their posture was perfect, as so was the flexibility of the twists they mastered during the whole thing. It was the best thing the kid had ever seen, all doubt seemed to slip away. The battle ended with the hollow's head being chopped off and Kisuke clasping his palms together in attempt to rid himself from dust. The first to slice through the silence was Yoruichi, who spoke with sheer confidence. "So, I take it you've got open ears?"
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"Now that you proved yourselves truthful, what the hell do you want from me?"
"Well, Ichigo, we would like you to give your share in all of this."
"Which is?"
"To become one of us."
"Pfftttttt!" Ichigo did a spit-take as the tea landed in Urahara's face, effectively drowning his hat. Well, Ichigo got one thing he wanted, that hat was too damaged for repairs. Yoruichi shouted about going to sleep as she left the room, leaving the two men to sort things out.
"Kurosaki, that hollow was after you today. You withhold a great amount of power in you, that also attracts them. Just get some sleep here, you will be safe." At last, Ichigo was left alone, gathering his thoughts would benifit him in the future.
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ICHIGO, DO YOU HEAR ME?
He lazily woke, sitting up in his borrowed futon, rubbing his eyes while trying to adjust to the darkness. "Ura...hara?"
NO, I AM NOT THAT FOOLISH MAN. HE IS THE ONE THAT CREATED ME.
"He...created you...?"
YES, BUT I HAVE NOT CHOSEN HIM AS MY MASTER.
"How are you ...talking to me?"
I AM INSIDE OF YOU, YOU MUST CALL OUT MY NAME.
"What is your name?"
HO-
Then it was morning, the blinding sun rays woke Ichigo up before he could comprehend what had happened, he took that event as a dream while streching up and searching the house for the blonde mad man. He needed to give him his answer to last night's request, whick oddly gave him the chills.