WELCOME TO MY NEW FANFIC!! 'audience applauds'. Wow, and it's not Naruto! Why?! well, cause i'm past that phase. NOW I'M INTO BLEACH!!. Ok, so the first chapter is short (as you can see). Here's the deal. I wrote the beginning of the story, now you all get to make a plotline! How do you do this? Well, you review me, giving me something to actually FIX (that means "it's good! great job!" doesn't count), and then you give me an idea. "But Jimbob, your highness, wouldn't that take all the fun out of it?" NO! Here's the twist, this is a combined effort on all of your parts! I'll take bits and parts of each idea, and place them into the story line. And, so you know if your idea is used, i'll thank you up here in my magical header! So, have fun everyone and help me out tons! (ps, if nothing is turned in by one week, i'll continue without all of you and this offer is void until i offer it again).
There was a crash, followed by the sound of blood spraying onto the ground. A scream with vengeance in it's tone and then... nothing.
The next thing Ichigo remembered was the sound of two people fighting in the room next to his. From the sound of it, one was girl and the other was a boy.
"Why do I have to look after him?!" The male voice belted quite clearly past the wooden door.
"Because it's your turn! Stop being a baby and get in there!" The door flew open, Uryuu unwillingly being pushed in by Rukia. "Now get in there and do it already!" The door slammed shut, leaving the two boys alone.
"Am I really that much of a hassle?" Ichigo smiled after saying this, though he still kept his eyes closed.
"So, you're awake." He walked over to the corner of the room and sat down. "Well then, I suppose you'll be fine without my tending."
"Come on Uryuu, you could at least pretend to be nice to me. After all, I'm the one who just saved your ass."
The dark-haired boy rolled his eyes, figuring the conversation would come up. Yes, it was his fault for provoking the hollow in the first place, but it wasn't like he actually thought Ichigo would join in and make it all worse. Then again, he should have never expected Ichigo to keep his mouth shut. "Fine." The boy rose to his feet, sitting down next to the futon while a heavy sigh came from his lungs. "What do you want to talk about?"
There was a silence.
"Ichigo?" Uryuu poked the boy in the arm, waiting for any sign of life. Luckily, the orange-haired pulled his limb away, pushing the other boy back a bit.
"Stop it, I'm tired, not dead." He flung his eyes open, the light brown orbs staring up and to his right. "Don't take me to be a wimp."
"That's not it!" The crossed his arms, turning his head to the side, "Really, you say to be nice to you but when I do, all you do is complain."
"Oh come on, I'm just messin' with you." He smiled a little bit, laughing under his breath. "You always over-react."