Just another day.
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BLEACH belongs exclusively to Kubo Tite, and whoever is responsible for distributing the anime and/or manga. I don't own it; I'm just a fan with no job or money.
This is just random, something I wrote to kill time. Spoilers for Manga! Ichigo trains, with the Vizards...and without them. I really just wrote this as an excuse to have Ichigo kick Hiyori's ass, because I don't like her. Also, I randomly decided to throw Lisa Yadomaru in this, because her I do like. I also wound up delving into the bond between Ichigo, Zangetsu, and Ichigo's Inner Hollow, and giving Ichigo and Rukia some time as well. It's set after the last fight with Grimmjaw Jaggerjack(Chp235).
Rated for Language. I mean, it's Ichigo for crissakes!
AN:Italics is thought-type stuff. Like Ichigo's Hollow or Zangetsu talking to Ichigo in his head. Or Ichigo talking to them.
-"Kurosaki?"
-"Hmm?"
-"Get out of my face."
-"I'm not. I'm just wondering what you're reading."
-"What else does that girl read? It's porno, strawberry! WWWOOOW! Mind the fro, asshole!" Love stepped back, as a six-foot-long, two-and-a-half foot wide sword slammed into the wall about a half-inch from his head.
-"THEN DON'T CALL ME A FRIGGIN' STRAWBERRY!" Kurosaki Ichigo, now sixteen, held Zangetsu's hilt-wrap in his hand. He pulled on it, and the heavy blade sailed back. Ichigo let the sword spin in a lazy circle to his side.
'Tch...You stole my move, King.'
-'Shut up.'
-"LISA! Quit readin' that shit and get your ass over here! Kurosaki, quit showin' off and come here so I can kick your ass!"
-"Fine, Hiyori, I'll be right there."
Yadomaru Lisa closed her magazine, put it down, and looked back at the other Vizards. "Anybody touches this, and I will kill them."
Ichigo stood ready, sword in hand. Opposite him stood his opponent, Sarugaki Hiyori. Short, bossy, annoying. To the left, the dark-haired Lisa waited, with a chronograph.
"On my signal! Three."
'Let's do this, Zangetsu.'
"Two"
'Tch. Forget someone?'
'No.'
"One"
'All three of us...'
"NOW!"
-"Ichigo, you bastard, you can't do this properly with just shikai!" Hiyori, already wearing her mask, the sign of her released Hollow, screamed. Ichigo smirked.
-"Says you." His voice echoed oddly. Then, he vanished. "Back here, short stuff."
Shunpo - Flash Step. He was behind her. That echo in his voice again. The Mask was on, covering Ichigo's face completely...Odd, he'd normally go bankai before summoning it. Hiyori sneered, and prepared to attack him.
-"I'm gonna wipe that smirk off your face so fast, you're gonna..." As she swung her sword down, Ichigo raised his, blocking the stroke, still smirking.
-"Getsuga Tenshou." The force of the attack slammed Hiyori into the warehouse's back wall, ten meters behind them.
-"You asshole."
He was freakin' spinning the sword on the hilt-wrap again. Show-off. "Will you quit fuckin' showing off?"
-"I'm not showin' off." The echo in his voice was gone. Suddenly, Hiyori saw that he had two lengths of white hilt-wrap wound around his wrist...and Ichigo threw his Soul Slayer at her. He freakin' THREW IT! Hiyori dodged, then moved in for an attack. She slashed him across the arm before he could catch his sword...
...the hilt of which promptly slammed into Hiyori's back, in between the shoulder blades.
-"Tch. I gotta admit, that IS a neat move." Ichigo said aloud.
-'Thanks.'
-'Ichigo...' Zangetsu...hadn't heard from him in a while.
-"Right...TIME!"
-"NINE" Yadomaru called out. Ichigo blocked another vicious stroke from Hiyori. The two continued trading blows, until...
-"Getsuga Tenshou." This time, Hiyori dodged it. Flash-Stepping sideways, Ichigo followed up, throwing Zangetsu at Hiyori.
-Nice try, asshole." She caught it by the hilt, but the sheer weight of the enormous weapon almost made her drop it. This thing was heavy. "Amateur." She said, still sneering. Ichigo smirked again. What the hell was he smirking so much about?
-"Amateur yourself." He retorted, and yanked on the hilt-wrap. Hard.
Hiyori lurched forward with the sword...and Ichigo kicked her in the face, shattering the mask. He then pulled off his own.
"Time, Lisa!"
-"Twenty-one. You've nearly doubled your time." She sounded surprised. The others just stared stupidly.
-"Holy. Fuckin'. Shit." Hirako Shinji. A creepy bastard. Like, creepier than that white-haired sonofabitch with the snake-face, Ichimaru. "What the hell've you been doin', you prick?"
-"You ain't exactly one to talk, Smiley. To answer your question, WE," he hefted his sword - a somewhat difficult task, as it was as long as he was tall - "have been training. Now shut up ten minutes, I need to sleep."
Having returned to his physical body - which technically speaking he used like a Gigai, except his was the genuine article instead of a reproduction, Ichigo lay down, setting his mask on his face upside down so it covered his eyes altogether, and fell asleep.
...Right on top of Lisa's magazine.
"I'm back here again."
-"Here to fight, King?" There he was - Kuroichi. I gave him that name, 'cuz he said he didn't have one. Kuroichi - Black(Kuroi) One(Ichi). Kinda fits - Kinda ironic, too, since of the two of us, I'm the one that wears black. He's all white, except the eyes, and the insides - that's black. He even freakin' bleeds black.
Yeah. Kinda fits.
-"Hell, no. I'm here to friggin' get some rest. Ain't seen you in a while, K."
-"K? The Hell's that?" Shit. I knew, but he didn't.
-"Short for "Kuroichi" - Your name."
-"I ain't got a name."
-"Sure you do, since I just gave you one. Idiot."
-"Thanks...Ichigo." First time he called me that since...well, the very first time we met. He smirked again. "You stole my move."
-"Our move, partner. You, me, the old man - same thing. Like I said before - All three of us."
-"Ichigo." The voice belonged to Zangetsu, a long-haired, forty-something with a really cool coat and sunglasses - at least, that's what he looks like. I hadn't seen nor heard of him in ages.
-"Hey, pops. Haven't seen you in a while. Well, you know - like this." Zangetsu didn't answer. Kuroichi didn't say a thing. Ichigo was asleep.
"You feelin' better?" Hacchi asked Ichigo as he woke up. Hacchi was a huge guy, but friendly. Helped Inoue out of a tight spot once with her powers...One of 'em...Tsubaki, was it? Yeah. That one got destroyed. He fixed it right back up. Ichigo saw that his forearm was healed, as were the other minor cuts he'd gotten fighting Hiyori.
-"Yeah. Thanks, Hacchi."
He looked at his mask, which was intact. Which was weird - Ichigo usually broke the mask off, when someone else didn't do it to him, or else it would break off on its own. He decided he'd keep this one. He stood up and headed towards the exit
"I'm goin' home. Seeya..." THWAP. Paper slammed into the back of his neck. Ichigo turns around to see. It's Lisa's porno.
-"What?
-"You slept on top of it, asshole, it's got your sweat all over it. You owe me a new one."
-"Fine." He handed her ten bucks and shoved the stupid thing into his backpack with his mask, then headed home.
He was met on the way by Rukia.
"Yo." He greeted her.
-"Training here again?"
-"Can't time myself when I'm fighting me."
-"What?"
-"Long story." He told it to her on the way home. The Hollow, Zangetsu, everything - from when he was training with Urahara, even.
-"So that's why..." She'd seen the Mask for the first time just recently, and he hadn't explained it to her yet. "And how'd it go?"
-"Well, Trainin' with him and old man Zangetsu on the side, we doubled our time. So, we won. Me an' Kuroichi, I mean."
-"Black One. Fits"
-"I thought so too...I think he liked it."
-"That's good."
End of Chp1. This started out as a One-Shot to kill time. I had previously uploaded it already, but it got deleted, so I lost the reviews from all those readers. Thank you very much everyone!
In other news, I changed my pen name. And I decided that you readers who were great enough to review this little story deserved a continuation, so brace yourselves and read on, to CHAPTER TWO!!
For now. R&R, please?
