Heh. This is my first story. I couldn't find a samurai 7 and bleach crossover, and I was quite surprised. So I set my mind to writing on. But…I was too lazy to xP. And 3 months later on this fateful Saturday, after failing yet again to Ollie, I tried to satisfy my boredom by doing….something, anything! So I turned to my computer and started typing.

So, please read and review. It's my first one so I'd love to hear some feed back (spelling errors…or something) and if you guys had any ideas that you want to see in the story, and whether or not I should continue this story…or continue writing at all!

'THINKING'

"TALKING"

FLASHBACK

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my imagination. Unfortunately I can't buy an epiphone SG with imagination alone.

Chapter One- Ichigo's day

No Exchanged Words, Only Glares

Part 1

Ichigo walked along the streets uncomfortably, his dark brown eyes shifted nervously glancing upon every object, yet never making eye contact with anyone, he wasn't used to being seen by every soul in the joint. The stares he received were mainly due to the oversized zampakuto attached to his back, 'it's been 10 minutes and I've already been dubbed as a suspicious character... great' Ichigo rolled his eyes at this thought He averted his eyes to his white hiori which was securely fastened around his waist, as it swayed from side to side with his casual yet determined stride.

'Kurosaki taichou…has a nice ring to it I suppose' he thought inwardly to himself.

-Flash back-

Ichigo was standing awkwardly in front all 10 captains. Having been in their company many times before, he was quite surprised when he found himself to be shaking slightly. The atmosphere in the room wasn't helping. The magnitude of the seriousness of the matter hung from the ceiling in thick tendrils.

Ichigo gulped loudly, if only to break the silence which permeated the room.

"Kurosaki Ichigo, we are all very familiar with your abilities and know what you are capable of. Due to the recent events, namely your death, I would like to enroll you as a full fledged Shinigami." Yamamoto paused for a second to allow the news to sink in.

Ichigo was half expecting this, yet the news was still a big shock, he was about to express his gratitude. Ichigo's lips slightly parted, but Yamamoto had raised his hand slightly, to cut him off.

"When you came to Soul Society, you not only had extremely high riatsu, you already had the abilities of a captain class shinigami. With this you have an extremely high advantage over other souls dwelling here. We the Gotei 13 have thought long about this choice, and we would like to extend a proposal of you becoming the new Captain of the 3rd division".

Ichigo scoffed quietly. Scanning the room, studying everyone's expressions to see if anyone showed signs of spoiling this extremely well thought out joke. Many of the captains were smiling, or nodding in approval as if to say 'congratulations'. Not completely convinced, Ichigo shook his comically, after shaking some sense and courage into himself he looked back up to Yamamoto with a broad smile on his face.

"Please don't ridicule me like this old man" Ichigo's voice dripping with off honey, his smile changed slowly to a familiar scowl, "What kind of sick joke is this! What am I? Am I some new toy for you captains to jerk around whenever you're bored! If you want a laugh why not go t…"

Ichigo turned around suddenly, his hand resting on the hilt of his zampakuto instinctively, but he was so absorbed in his little rant that he hadn't noticed the approaching shinigami soon enough. With one swift movement Ichigo was face first in the floor.

"Baka!"

Ichigo turned his head slightly "…Rukia!? What are you doing here?"

Rukia's patience had worn thin long ago, his idiocy was rewarded with another heart filled punch.

"Baka, I live here, or had you forgotten that. -sigh- By opening your mouth you only show how vast your stupidity is…"

"What!"

"Baka, you really haven't changed at all…Taichou…"

Ichigo's eyes widened, with a sharp intake of breath he looked up, his face softened as he realized that Yamamoto wasn't joking. He let a smile creep upon his face. The seriousness of the room seemed to dissipate. He stood up slowly. Brushing off the dust his attire had obtained, then raising his head slowly, when he was on eye level with everyone he closed his eyes. After a few seconds of contemplation they abruptly opened, everyone's eyes were on him, waiting for his answer.

Ichigo's smile had disappeared, his forehead slightly creased. His seriousness of the topic apparent on his face.

"I accept your offer."

And with that Ichigo turned on his heel and left the room with what little dignity he had left.

-Present time-

'My first assignment huh…should be fun'

Ichigo continued to walk, rarely throwing glances at the passing by citizens, but never keeping his eye on someone for too long. Absorbed in his thoughts Ichigo failed to notice the upcoming stranger. Both collided with quite some force, but not enough to knock them onto the ground, he looked to see who it was. Ichigo found himself face to face with a dark skinned middle aged man. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, both pairs of eyes narrowed slightly, measuring the others strength. The mans face softened, and hastily yet calmly expressed his apologies and then continued walking on as if nothing happened, obviously coming to a decent conclusion. Ichigo's eyes lingered on the man, Ichigo saw the sword at his side, it was in very good condition and obviously well crafted, its intricate handle showed as much, 'this man clearly is a formidable samurai' Ichigo thought 'better keep an eye out for him, he would make a dangerous enemy'.

"HELP!" two distressed voices pierced the somewhat calm street, everyone's heads turned toward the commotion, a young man and woman who were obviously farmers, were looking through the throng of people, hoping for someone to show a shred of compassion. Uninterested, people continued to walk on, minding their own business. Deflated, the man and woman seemed to have lost all hope of regaining their now lost rice.

The thief clumsily continued to make his escape, no one seemed to care. It looked as though this sort of thing seemed to happen a lot in this city. "Ooof!" the thief was on the ground, and was hastily trying to get back on his feet, with little success. The farmers turned in surprise to see that the thief had been knocked down by a young samurai boy. The bags of rice fell to the ground a few meters in front of them, the impact of the fall caused a split in the material, and millions of rice grains scattered all over the floor. The thief hurriedly got up and ran. Ichigo looked at the young samurai, from his stance and the way he held his blade Ichigo deduced that he was unskilled, naïve and not yet ready for the dangerous life of a samurai.

Ichigo watched as the farmers got on all fours and were hastily gathering up the rice, they formed a small circle around it to protect their crop from the passers by, he took a small step forward and was just about to offer his assistance, but stopped mid-step when he saw the young samurai bend down to help them collect the rice. Ichigo watched while they exchanged words with broad smiles on their faces. Ichigo couldn't help but analyzing the group of farmers.

'They have traveled far to get here, their disheveled clothing shows as much. The lack of intimacy between the man and woman show they are not married and are just friends, and the child latched to the woman's leg seems to be either a sister or a close relative. They have no weapons, their bodies are quite toned, probably from working the fields all day, despite this they are quite helpless, and judging by the rice they have they are here to seek help or assistance, using rice as payment. Interesting…though I doubt that young samurai will have enough strength and skill to be of assistance to them, from what I gather those farmers are in dire need of skilled samurai…or a captain class shinigami I suppose' Ichigo chuckled at his last thought, but dismissed it quickly. He had his own agendas to attend to after all. He turned on his heel and walked off to find a place to rest his weary head.

Little did Ichigo know that on this day, destiny was dealing out the cards.

-Flash back-

"Good evening Yamamoto taichou. How can I be of assistance?"

"Kurosaki taichou." He nodded towards Ichigo while addressing him "I have a mission for you. Recently there have been strange riatsu signals coming from an unknown area. We would like you to go investigate, and if you see fit possibly wipe out this new threat. From what little information the bureau of technology could gather, I can only tell you that the enemy you seek are called 'Nobuseri'. On a lighter note, good luck Kurosaki taicho."

-Present time-

Next time in 'Story of A Young Samurai Boy'

While Ichigo scanned the city for a decent inn, the young samurai and farmers had an encounter with the mysterious Kambei Shimada.

Author's Notes

Taichou- Captain

Baka- idiot or stupid (I'm going with idiot)

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Because I am unsure whether I should continue, because I feel I like I'm committing some sort of crime O.

And if you didn't read what I said before here it is again.

I'd love to hear some feed back (spelling errors…or something) and if you guys had any ideas that you want to see in the story, and whether or not I should continue this story…or continue writing at all!

[[Sorry for all you humor lovers, but there won't be all that much in this story

[[oh and no pairings either

And for all of you who haven't seen 'Samurai 7', its ok because I will explain the plot during my story…I think.

Or preferably you could wikipedia it and find out the all details.