Bleach Busters

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Ghostbusters. All copyrighted materials belong to their respective makers. I'm just writing this because it's fun.

Summary: Strapped for cash, Ichigo can't afford a plane ticket home but who's going to hire a washed up Soul Reaper who can't even afford to pay for a taxi?


Chapter 1: Stranded in New York

"I'm sorry Ichigo but you're fired," spoke the authoritative voice on the other end of the line.

"I'm what?" Ichigo squealed. He could not believe this! He simply could not believe his ears. The white haired captain Toshirou Hitsugaya was not a patient kid? Man? Well he was not a patient young man at least physically speaking. Ichigo was the only soul reaper in the vicinity (as usual) and he went to fight a hollow. Problem was not out of the ordinary . . .

"But I didn't do anything horrible Toshiro," Ichigo lamented. "Besides I'm a substitute soul reaper. I wasn't paid for kicking hollow butt."

"BUT YOU BLEW UP A HOSPITAL!" Toshiro shouted causing the orange haired teen to cover his ears. Ichigo was amazed how well the Chibi Captain's voice echoed through a payphone. "And that's Captain Hitsugaya to you! Soul Reapers were stationed in the world of the living to exorcise hollows not light a match to see where you're going and walk into a room of OXYGEN TANKS! You narrow minded bigot-"

"Okay, Toshiro, I get it," Ichigo calmly qualmed, "I screwed up, my bad at least no one I knew was injured."

"No one you knew?" Toshiro quipped to which Ichigo anticipated covering his ears, "NO ONE YOU KNEW! What if it'd been my GRANDMOTHER in there! Ever think about the consequences then, hmm? The Senkaimon from New York to Karakura town has been DESTROYED thanks to you and I don't need to repair it anytime soon. In fact you are on your OWN KUROSAKI and good day."

Toshiro slammed down hard on the line. Ichigo stared at the receiver in shock. He was more worried about the sociology report that was due on Wednesday for school! How was he supposed to turn stuff in when he stuck a continent away! This last thought was the least of his worries. The payphone rang, he answered it again.

"Hello? Oh HI . . . there about that ticket home," Ichigo spoke in his most manly pleading voice.

" Forget it Kurosaki," Toshiro drawled, "And I forgot to tell you that from now on Call me Captain Hitsugaiya. Anything less and I shall not speak to you."

"Why you!" Ichigo growled.

Toshiro continued speaking, "You can keep the pass and-"

WHAM!

Ichigo slammed the phone. The phone shattered from his strength. To anyone who couldn't see spirits it look liked the phone exploded. Yes he got his Shinigami powers back. Yes he was, emphasis on was, back on the clock. Problem was his powers took on a poltergeist turn of sorts since he had been out of practice for seventeen months. Even after his spectacular fight with Ginjo, it all went to hell in a hand basket from there.

"Oh crud I left my body back by the airport." Ichigo exclaimed in a panic.

He shunshined over and the overload of his Reiatsu sent out an enormous shockwave. Papers went flying everywhere. Every fire hydrant in a thirty foot radius from here to the airport blew their tops to geyser of their own accord. By the time Ichigo arrived to the airport it was already too late. News crew had called a hearse for the "Boy Who Died Standing."

"And on other news tonight," voiced the TV reporter.

The "Stand-up Dead Boy" suddenly popped open his eyes and jumped out of the moving vehicle. Hearse drivers slammed on their breaks. News crew followed the skinny kid who stampeded up to the front desk saying . . .

"One airline ticket to Karakura Town please."

Ichigo could be seen twenty minutes later ducking the news crew by taking off the jacket of his school uniform.

"Well at least I couldn't get called out on my hair," Ichigo snickered to himself as he passed by one teen his age. He didn't know which was louder the Tie-Dye-Tee or the neon green Mohawk sported on the man's bald head. In fact just about every passerby was so colorful that his own grey school uniform just blended in. Everything from the office worker to the rock star walked there.

"Okay, blending in; no big deal," Ichigo scoffed, he opened his wallet only to find moths flying out, "Money . . . a problem."

Ichigo wanted to cry. He only had enough money for a burger and fries in yen and maybe a shirt. He couldn't afford a plane ticket and sleeping on the streets? Out of the question! Problem is he was broke and he got fired from a job that didn't even pay him anything. What else could go wrong?

"OH MY GOSH! It's the Stand-up Dead Boy!" A little girl joyously screamed.

"Ah crud!" Ichigo groaned.

And here he went again running like his life depended on it.


Author's Note

This thought has been in my head and I've already got several chapters done. Just editing them so that they can be useful.