Disclaimer: Bleach is owned by Tite Kudo, not by me. If I owned Bleach, Zangetsu would have gotten a lot more screen time. I also would not have written the Quincy Arc, Toshiro deserves better than that.

Spoilers: Soul Society, Arrancar, & Hueco Mundo Arcs

Genre: Adventure, Action, Humor, Supernatural

Warnings: Swearing, violence, and romance.

Hello, pheasants. I am Elder Dragon, and this is my first fan fiction... with modifications. XD

Gin'yanagi: Here we go. She's about to start ranting.

Dragon:(completely ignoring her Zanpakuto) Yeah, for all those wonderful nut jobs that can't get enough of me, I'm back, and I'm new and improved. Yes, like the legendary phoenix, I have risen from the ashes of adversity and have come back stronger, smarter, and with a better idea of what makes a cohesive thought.

Gin'yanagi: Long story short; Dragon's just as crazy as she was before, but now she's gotten her shit together and is finally ready ta get off her ass and do something.

Dragon:(glares at Gin'yanagi before continuing) Now, for the changes I plan on making: Not too drastic for the first two chapters, just me touching them up a bit, although I will be changing Zangetsu's appearance. Readers of the manga should know what those changes are. Not readers, consider yourselves lucky, and also spoilers.

Gin'yanagi: What's wrong with the manga?

Dragon: ZOMBIE HITSUGAYA!

Gin'yanagi: O-O'

Dragon: Um, anyway, the third chapter will be getting a new beginning as well as some touching up. Chapter four is getting straight out rewritten.

Well, just one more thing of note before I start the story. In order to bring this story back from the graveyard, I had ta sacrifice Reaper, which is a shame to me, since I had a lot of ideas for it, but you guys probably don't care so much since there didn't seem to be a whole lot of interest in it. 'Sigh' Oh well, making omelets.

Well, now that I've dedicated almost an entire page to the A/N, how 'bout we get this party started.

White Out

Chapter 1: Enter the Death Berry and the Guiding Light

We stand in awe before that which cannot be seen, and we respect with every fiber that which cannot be explained.

A lone figure stood atop a telephone pole, keeping watch over the small town of Karakura. Most people wouldn't be able to see him, but for those few who could, the only thing they would be able to make out about him in the dark would be his bright orange hair and the ridiculously large sword strapped to his back. Brown eyes stared straight ahead as a black butterfly flew past.

"I sense strong Reiryoku near by.", the boy stated before jumping off into the night.

"Hey, Girly! What the hell do you think your doing?", a particularly unpleasant looking thug asked in outrage. Before him was a young girl wearing a grey high school uniform, standing over one of his guys that she just knocked out. Though she was significantly shorter then the thug and his merry band of idiots, she showed no sign of fear, just staring apathetically at him. "What! Not gonna say anything?", the thug continued as he walked up to her, cracking his knuckles, "Well, how 'bout I just- Uph!" The punk didn't get to finish his statement of what he was going to do, because at that moment, the girl simultaneously punched him in the gut and kneed him in the groin.

"Yama-Bro's down!", one of the remaining three guys shouted as the girl proceeded to pound their leader's head into the ground with here foot, "we gotta help him."

"Are you crazy?", the one to the right asked.

"Yeah, there's no way I'm going up against that psycho bitch.", the one to the left stated.

"Question one," the girl suddenly said with a cheery voice and a sadistic grin on her face, startling the punks into silence."See that over there," the girl asked in that sickly sweet tone while pointing at a telephone pole. At the base is a vase of daffodils that was tipped over on its side. "Why do you think that's there?"

"Uh, I guess someone left those flowers for that kid that died here recently.", the guy in the middle answered nervously.

"Very good.", the girl cued, venom dripping into her tone as a dark aura seemed to expand around her, "Now, question two, why is it laying on its side like that?"

"I guess one of us knocked it over when we were skateboarding through here?", the one to the right answered. They were starting to get scared now.

"Correct again. Now don't you think you should apologize to this poor girl for knocking over her flowers?", the girl asked as she pointed her thumb over her left shoulder. As the thugs look behind the girl, they noticed something that wasn't there before. A young girl in a pink dress and pigtails,with a chain coming out of her chest, covered head to toe in blood.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! WE'RE SORRY!", they all screamed as they ran off.

"Well, that should keep them away for a while.", the girl said to the young spirit, who was now free of blood, "Sorry I had to use you like that, Emiko."

"That's okay, Nee-Chan." Emiko replied, "Those big meanies really scared me when they came by and knocked over my flowers, so I wanted to scare them."

"And scare them you did," the girl laughed as she picked up her Happy Bunny backpack from where she dropped it earlier, "I bet they're half way across town by now." As Emiko giggled, the girl righted the vase. "I'll bring you some new flowers tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, Nee-Chan.", Emiko said as she vanished from sight. The girl chuckled to herself before continuing on her way. A few minutes later she arrived outside a large building, over which hung a sign reading 'Kurosaki Clinic'. Walking past the big glass doors of the main building, the girl made her way around the side to the Kurosaki residence situated behind the clinic, a 'Room for Rent' sign standing next to the door.

"Tou-Chan, I'm home." the girl said as she closed the door behind her before taking off her shoes.

"You're late, Rukia.", her father called from the dinning area. Rukia walked into the dinning area to find her father, Kurosaki Byakuya, sitting at the table, wearing his usual black jeans and white graphic tee, his long, black hair tied back in its usual red hair tie, with his bangs partially covering the left side of his face, and his steel-gray eyes stare at her playfully as he smiled and held up his hand. Hanging from it was Rukia's Happy Bunny backpack.

"How do you keep doing that!", Rukia shouted as she rushed up and snatched her backpack back from a highly amused Byakuya.

"But, Rukia, if I told you that I wouldn't be able to do it any more. Now, tell me why you were late."

Rukia sweat dropped at the first comment, deciding she didn't want to know. Instead she answered the second comment. "I was helping the spirit of a young girl handle a problem. Some wanna-be gangsters were messing around her resting sight."

"Then it was a good thing you happened along, wasn't it.", Byakuya replied. Rukia shrugged before digging into her food.

Once she finished eating, Rukia went upstairs to her room.

"Good night.", she called.

"Good night.", Byakuya replied, a thoughtful look on his face. When he heard Rukia's door close, he got up from the table and made his way to his own room. Standing in the doorway, he looked at the king sized bed morosely before slowly striding toward it. Next to the bed was a nightstand, on which stood a picture of a woman that looked remarkably like Rukia. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he picked up the photo, treating it tenderly.

"Hisana," Byakuya sighed, "I'm don't know what to do anymore. Rukia's been having a hard time lately. She's seeing more spirits hanging around recently, and while there haven't been any Hollow attacks yet, I can feel them in the area. My power isn't enough to scare them off anymore.", his breath hitched. Gently placing his forehead against the photo, he continued, "I think the time has finally come for me to explain her heritage."

"The incident occurred outside Karakura Station just after 7:30 am as the morning commute was getting into full swing. Witnesses reported hearing a loud crash and feeling the ground shake beneath their feet. The entire area has been cordoned off."

"That's near hear.", Rukia said around the toast in her mouth as Byakuya shut off the television. Looking up, she noticed a mixture of concern and terror on her father's face. "Tou-Chan?"

"Rukia, I want you to be careful today,", Byakuya said as he put on the fedora that he always wore when outside the house, "and come straight home after school."

"Okay, Tou-Chan.", Rukia replied softly, her toast forgotten.

"Ryuuken asked me to work at the hospital today.", Byakuya continued, "I'll try to be home early, but, knowing Ryuuken, that probably isn't going to happen. That being said, I'd appreciate it if you wait until I got home before you go to bed. I have something very important I need to tell you this evening." Rukia nodded, not really knowing what to say to all of this. "Alright," Byakuya said, changing the subject, "since the chances of me returning home at a reasonable hour are between slim and non, I have taken the liberty of making dinner ahead of time. It's in the refrigerator, ready to be microwaved."

"Tou-Chan, I can make my own meals.", Rukia complained, internally glad for some return to normalcy.

"Oh really.", Byakuya replied sarcastically, his usual playfulness taking over his face, "The last time I let you cook, you nearly burned the house down."

"I did not!"

"Hmm." Byakuya hummed as they walked out of the house, the humor leaving his eyes as concern once again took center stage in his mind. Upon exiting the front door, he quickly took her up in a bone-crushing hug. "Please be careful.", he said softly.

"I will.", Rukia replied, not knowing what else to say. After a few moments, Byakuya let her go.

"Goodbye, Rukia.", Byakuya said, sounding like he wished he didn't have to say that, "I'll see you this evening."

"Bye, Tou-Chan.", Rukia answered before they started walking in opposite directions down the street. I have a bad feeling about today, she thought. Her father's strange behavior had managed to put her on edge.

As Rukia walked to school, she passed the scene of the accident. A shudder ran up her spine as she was reminded of her father's odd behavior earlier. Picking up the pace, she made her way passed the crime scene tape and towards Emiko's telephone pole. Upon reaching her destination, she pulled out a vase of white daffodils from her bag.

"Emiko.", Rukia called as she placed the vase on the ground, "I brought your flowers." No answer. Maybe she moved on, she thought. Suddenly, a loud roar tore through the air. Against her better judgment, Rukia ran toward downtown, were the sound originated. Please don't be anything bad, Rukia thought as she came to the first big buildings. That's when she saw it. A huge, bug-like monster, wearing a white mask, with a hole in its chest. No one else seemed to be able to see it, but they were certainly able to see the gouge marks it was making in the side of one of the buildings.

"What the hell is that thing?", Rukia shouted as the monster crashes through another building. Suddenly, she heard a young girl's scream, and then, out of the debris cloud ran Emiko. The monster turned and started following her.

"Emiko, this way!", Rukia shouted as Emiko ran past, then following close behind, making sure she kept herself between Emiko and the monster.

"Nee-Chan, what is that thing?"

"I don't know. Just keep running."

Suddenly, Emiko tripped and fell, and Rukia, not having time to think of anything else, stopped and faced the monster. For a moment, time froze, and all sound ceased. Until a black butterfly flew across her line of vision, followed by a boy wearing an old fashioned outfit that was almost completely black. On his back was a four foot long, silver sheath; in his hands was the sword that went with it, raised above his head and poised to strike. When the sword came down, the monster was split cleanly in two.

As the monster dissolved into thin air, the boy sheathed his sword and turned around. In her shock, the only thing that really registered in Rukia's mind as the boy walked passed her was bright orange. Recovering from her temporary paralysis, she turned around in order to ask the boy what was going on, only to find that both he and Emiko had disappeared.

"Miss, are you alright?" And the spell is broken.

"I'm fine.", Rukia replied to the concerned looking business man.

"Oh man! There are scorch marks all over the sidewalk. Do you think it was another explosion?", the man asked.

"Yeah, maybe.", Rukia replied in a far off tone, the only thing going through her mind was, Tou-Chan's gonna kill me.

"Man, this place is practically Reiryoku soup. No wonder there are so many Spiritually powerful people in this town.", the orange haired boy remarked as he walked down the street in a suburban area a little ways from downtown.

"What were ya 'xpectin, King.", an echoing voice questioned from the boy's mind scape, "We're in the middle of a jur-whatever. Of course that's gonna effect the locals."

"Okay, Zangetsu. I get it.", the boy monotoned, "I should have taken the jureichi into account. Your so much smarter then me."

"Damn straight.", Zangetsu preened.

"Yeah, whatever, you damn peacock. And I told you to just call me Ichigo. What is so difficult about that?"

"Nothin'. I just like screwin' witchya.", Zangetsu stated.

"Why do I have to put up with you?", the boy, Ichigo, sighed in exasperation, only to receive maniacal laughter in response. Ignoring his companion, Ichigo focused on the task at hand, tracking the Reiryoku of the Plus that the Hollow was after.

That girl was yet another individual with an impressive amount of Reiryoku. Not as impressive as the Spiritual Medium she was hiding behind, but still, she had a pretty good chance of getting a Seated position once she graduated from the Academy.

Ichigo felt the Reiryoku concentrate around a telephone at the end of the block. At the base of it was a vase filled with white daffodils. This must be the place where she died, the boy thought.

"You can come out now," he said out loud, "I won't hurt you." After a few moments the Plus appeared beside the telephone pole.

"You really won't hurt me, Onii-San?", the girl asked shyly.

"No. It's my job to protect people.", Ichigo replied.

"Like a police officer?"

"Yeah, exactly like a police officer.", he exclaimed while pointing his index finger up with a goofy grin on his face. "You see, I'm a Shinigami, that's like a police officer for spirits like you. It's my job to help spirits pass on and to take care of Hollows like the one that you just saw."

"You mean that monster that attacked me and Nee-Chan?"

"Yep, that would be the one."

"That sounds pretty cool.", the girl stated.

"What's you name?", Ichigo asked as he got down on one knee so that he was at eye level with the girl.

"Emiko.", the girl replied.

"Well, you know what, Emiko. I think you have what it takes to be a Shinigami.", Ichigo stated, a playful smirk forming on his lips.

"Really?", Emiko asked with an excited smile on her face.

"Yeah, really," Ichigo answered, his smirk deepening, "and I'm gonna help you out." With that, he drew his sword. Emiko had a look of panic on her face, but relaxed when he pointed the pommel at her, not the blade. "I'm going to send you to someone I know on the other side who can help you get into Shin'ō Academy. That's the school where you learn to be a Shinigami. Do you understand?", when she nodded ascent he continued, "Okay, I'm going to send you on. When you wake up, you'll be in front of a little house with a couple of giant arms sticking out of the ground. Don't ask, I don't know.", he interrupted himself at her confused look, "Anyway, when you approach the house, two big guys will appear. I want you to introduce yourself to them, then tell them that Ichigo sent you and your looking for Kukaku. Did you get all that?"

"Yes."

"Alrighty then! Lets get started.", Ichigo exclaimed.

"Wait.", Emiko suddenly said, making Ichigo pause in the act of bringing the pommel of his sword to her forehead.

"What's wrong?", Ichigo asked with a confused look on his face.

"Can I make a request?", Emiko asked in return, concern apparent on her face.

"Sure.", Ichigo replied, a soft smile replacing the confusion. A spirit making a finally request wasn't uncommon, and he would do anything within reason to let the girl feel at ease.

"Can you keep an eye on Nee-Chan. Some of the other spirits in town say that she's been attacked by a monster like that one from earlier before."

"You mean that Spiritual Medium you were with. Yeah sure. I was planning on asking her for her help anyway." Ichigo was relieved that the request was something he could manage, and honestly not that surprised that that wasn't the first time that other girl was attacked.

"Pinkie swear?" Ichigo laughed at the childishness of it all as he took Emiko's pinkie with his own. The smile Emiko had on her face as they completed the swear was infectious.

"Alright. Is there anything else?", Ichigo asked.

"No. You can send me on now."

"Alright." Ichigo cleared his mind of everything but an image of Kukaku's house. He discovered a while back that if a Shinigami thinks of a certain place in Rukongai while performing Konso, then the spirit being sent on will wake up in that general area. Oddly enough, this wasn't taught at the Academy. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Ichigo once again focused on Kukaku's house while lightly pressing the pommel of his sword to Emiko's forehead. She closed her eyes in peaceful bliss as a soft blue light enveloped her. When the light faded, a lone black butterfly flew off toward the sky.

After a few moments, Ichigo stood up straight and set off down the street. He would seek out the Medium later. Right now, he had another hollow to track, because he knew for a fact that the Hollow he just purified, Creeper, was known to work with another Hollow by the name of Fishbone D. Fishbone was also known to be more intelligent then most Basic Hollows. Overall, something that shouldn't be left to roam around. Now, if only he could sense it.

Rukia was laying down on her bed, starring at the ceiling. It was late evening now and she had changed from her uniform to a pair of black sweat pants and a white t-shirt with black, short sleeves. After a long day of answering questions for both the police and her classmates, all she wanted to do was to go to sleep, but her mind was working overtime, not only trying to figure out her father's odd behavior this morning, but also the appearance of that strange boy and the monster.

Who was he?, Rukia thought. And what was that thing he killed. Do they have anything to do with what Tou-Chan wanted to tell me. Arrrggghhhh! I can't make any sense of this. Rukia grabbed her hair in both hands out of frustration. She was about to get up and start pacing to work off some of the stress when she noticed a black butterfly flying in through her open window. Following the butterfly's progress into her room, she saw something completely crazy. The guy she saw this morning walking through her wall and crouching on her desk.

Rukia sat up straight and shimmied closer to the wall as the guy jumped from her desk to stand on the floor. Now that there wasn't a large amount of adrenaline running through her veins, she actually got a good look at the guy. He was tall, with bright orange hair and chocolate colored eyes. He was wearing an old fashioned set of black hakama and kosode, and he had a tattoo on his left arm that looked like a jagged line spanning the length of his forearm until it ended in a swirl above his wrist. Strapped to his back with an ocean blue belt was a monstrous sized katana in a silver colored sheath. The tsuba was gold with two silver crescent moons engraved on it facing out from the hilt. The hilt itself was silver with a blue wrapping and tassel.

"I feel it close by.", Ichigo said. The next moment, he wound up face planted on the floor with his rear end up in the air and a sharp pain in his backside.

"And what exactly are you feeling, Pervert-San, your next opportunity?", a female voice asked from behind him as light filled the room.

"I think ya pissed her off, King."

"Not helping, Zangetsu.", Ichigo shot into his inner world as he turned his head to face the one that kicked him, only to pause in shock, his eyes open wide. "Your that Spiritual Medium from this morning."

"Oh, good. You know what I am," the girl said with a voice completely soaked in honey and venom, "so now you have to tell me what you are."

"You want to know.", Ichigo said as he stood up. "Fine. I'll tell you." Now at his full height, he aimed a scowl down at her, glad to see that he towered over her by at least a foot. "I am a Shinigami."

"Damn that Creeper.", swore a large, fish-like Hollow standing next to a familiar telephone pole, "He could never do anything right. And now he's gone and gotten himself killed, costing us that Plus. But no matter. I sense that delicious smelling Spiritual Medium close by, as well as a Shinigami. What a rare treat." And with that, the Hollow stalked off towards a certain house.

"So let me get this straight.", the girl stated in a calm manor. "You're something called a Shinigami."

"Yes", Ichigo replied with a nod of his head.

"And something called the Soul Society sent you here on a mission." Ichigo nodded his head again. "To deal with Hollows, which are monsters that consume souls." Another nod. "As well as to send on the souls of the dead." A final nod. After a long moment of silence, the girl sighed, "Ya know, any other day, I would be calling you insane, but after this morning..."

"Hey, it's okay.", Ichigo said as he gently placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's a lot to take in."

"Yeah, and I have to wonder if this is what my Tou-Chan wanted to talk to me about."

"Your Tou-Chan?", Ichigo wondered. What does her father have to do with this. Reaching out with his senses, he gently touched her Reiatsu with his own. The result was an incredible visual display of their power, his appearing as black tendrils with a blue outline, while hers showed as a flurry pure white, with a feel that was very familiar to him.

"What the hell was that?", the girl exclaimed as their Reiatsu settled.

"A Reiatsu test.", Ichigo answered simply, "Tell me, who is your Otou-San?"

Before the girl could answer, they both heard a loud roar, followed by a large crash and a strangled yell. "Tou-Chan!", the girl shouted.

"Stay here!", Ichigo commanded as he ran out of the room, ignoring the girl's shout of 'Hey, wait.' When he entered the hallway, he felt the pressure from the Hollow. Damn, this Reiatsu is so strong. Why the hell didn't I sense this thing earlier?, Ichigo wondered as he rushed downstairs to face the enemy. Upon reaching the bottom, he witnessed a chilling scene. Through the hole in the wall, he could see the Hollow, Fishbone D, standing out on the street, holding someone that looked very familiar to him. It can't be.

"Tou-Chan!" Ichigo was brought out of his thoughts by the girl's sudden arrival at the bottom of the stairs.

"What are doing down here? It's to dangerous." Of course, the girl proceeded to ignore him and charged toward the Hollow. "Hey, stop!"

Ignoring the Shinigami's order, Rukia charged forward to attack the Hollow, grabbing her father's baseball bat along the way. She focused her energy on the bat, making it glow white, and brought it down on the Hollow's arm. The force of the blow was enough to make the Hollow drop Byakuya, who landed a short distance in front of the Clinic.

"So you're the Spiritual Medium that the boss wanted taken out.", the Hollow mused as it rubbed the arm that Rukia hit, "You're a lot stronger then I was led to believe, but hey, I'm not complaining. It just means more food for me."

"You fish-faced bastard!" Rukia growled, "Do you mean to tell me I was your target this whole time!"

"Yes, and now it's time to finish the job.", the Hollow said before lashing its arm out at Rukia, knocking the bat out of her hands and throwing her a few feet down the street. As the Hollow charged forward, Rukia shut hear eyes in fear, waiting for the end to come.

When she heard the impact, but didn't feel it, she tentatively opened her eyes to a horrifying sight. The orange haired Shinigami had blocked the blow, and now the entire left side of his torso was in the Hollow's mouth, its teeth biting into his flesh, the boy's sword jammed in between two of them.

Ichigo had no idea why he did it, he just acted, and now he was stuck in a Hollow's mouth. He pushed hard against his sword, cutting off two of Fish-Breath's teeth. Fishbone backed off, howling in pain, leaving Ichigo to fall face first into the asphalt.

"Shinigami!", the girl yelled.

"Baka," Ichigo bit out as he pushed himself off the ground, "you should have let me handle it. But I can't really blame you for running off to save your Tou-Chan. I probably would have done the same thing if I was in that situation."

"What now?", the girl asked.

"Zangetsu?"

"Ya know, King, yer savin' people complex is gonna get ya killed one of these days."

"Yeah, probably."

"Well, do what ya gotta do.", Ichigo gave a mental sigh of relief at this.

"Thank you, Aibou."

"Don't go gettin' mushy on me now.", Zangetsu replied, unable to hide the wavering in his voice. Ichigo gave another mental sigh as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.

"I'm to injured fight now.", Ichigo stated as crawled to the nearest wall and leaned against it, "There is only one way we can save all of our hides at the moment. You have to become a Shinigami."

"How?", the girl asked incredulously.

"You must run my Zanpakto through you body, into the very core of your being." Ichigo said as he raised his sword, pointing it at her, "That way, I can pour my energy into you. I've got to warn you though. If we do this, there is a chance you could die, but if don't do this, we're all going to die." The girl turned to look at her father, who was still unconscious on the ground. That one look seemed to strengthen her resolve.

"Give me that blade, Shinigami.", the girl said with a smile on her face.

"My name isn't Shinigami," Ichigo said, a smile forming on his own face, "it's Shiba Ichigo."

"My name is Kurosaki Rukia.", Rukia stated as she took hold of his Zanpakto. At this point, the Hollow charged at them.

"Let's hope this isn't our final meeting, ne."

"Yeah.", Rukia said as the tip off the blade plunged into her chest. Just as Fishbone was about to strike, they were engulfed in a bright, white light. When the light faded, the Hollow found itself missing an arm, it having been cut off by Rukia, who was now standing right behind it. She now wore a full Shihakusho, with a silver sheath strapped to her waist with an ocean blue sash. In her hand was a standard sized katana with a gold tsuba, silver crescent moons engraved on it, facing out from the hilt. The hilt itself is silver with blue wrapping and tassel.

"This ends now, bastard.", Rukia yelled before charging at the Hollow.

This isn't possible, Ichigo thought. He was no longer wearing his Shihakusho; instead he was wearing a white yukata, clutching his still-bleeding left shoulder, looking on in shock and awe as Rukia charged the Hollow. I have one of the highest Reiryoku levels in all of Soul Society, and furthermore, she managed to take all of my power when I only meant to give her half, so how does she have so much control over it. Just as Ichigo finished this thought, Rukia finished off the Hollow with a clean bifurcation, before abruptly collapsing from the stress and exhaustion brought on by the situation.

"Rukia.", a weak voice familiar to Ichigo calls out. When he turns to look at the person who spoke, he saw Rukia's father has gotten up off the ground, and was now limping towards Rukia. As he walked passed a street light, Ichigo got a clear view of his face, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind who this man was.

"Byakuya!"

"It's been quite some time, Ichigo-Kun.", Byakuya said as he knelt beside his daughter. "I'd say it's good to see you again, but, given the circumstances..."

"My goodness, Byakuya-Bo.", a man said from behind Ichigo's back, "I do not envy you when she wakes up tomorrow morning."

"Like you'll be any better off.", Byakuya snipped as Ichigo turned around to see a man with shaggy blonde hair, wearing light green kimono and hakama under a dark green haori. On his feet are a pair of wooden sandals, his eyes hidden in the shadow of a white-and-green, striped hat.

"Urahara Taicho!", Ichigo exclaimed.

"My, my, Ichigo. I'm surprised you recognized me.", the man addressed Ichigo, "You were just a little kid when we all left."

"Like I could forget someone as crazy as you.", Ichigo deadpanned.

"Ha, ha. Fair point.", Urahara consigned before taking a good look at the young man in front of him, "Looks like you're in a bit of a bind. I might be able to help you out."

Dragon: Okay, guys. What do ya think? Better? Worse? About the same? Feed back would be appreciated.

Gin'yanagi: Yes, as would favs and follows.

Dragon: Yes, those too, but actually seeing your opinions on screen makes me work faster, so please send me lots of reviews. Also, big question: Do you guys want me to do Bount arc are not? Personally, I'd rather not do it, because it would make my life easier, but there is at least one very funny scene that I'm sure you guys would love for me to translate into White Out. You don't have to answer right away; in fact, I recommend that you wait until I have all my cards in play so you can somewhat see where I'm going with it. I just put the question out there to get everybody thinking about it. Okay, was there anything else?

Gin'yanagi: Progress report.

Dragon: Oh yeah, as of right now, I am working on chapter one on MAD, Tale of Two Brothers, and Warriors. I'll try to get them out a soon as possible. Is that everything?

Gin'yanagi: Should be.

Dragon: Okay, good night everybody.