To the people who were expecting a chapter on my first story; I'm so sorry. This is a challenge fic I wanted to try from Mas2009, and its going to be a Bleach crossover with Psyren, which hasn't been done before till today. Here were the conditions for either a normal or a crossover fic:
-pairings must be ageha/nemesis Q (No.7) or harem (only if nemesis is in it)
-crossover with other fanfics are ok: if that's the case pairing nemesis with the hero of the other anime/manga is also ok in case you don't like ageha. (I don't mind naruto/nemesis q or ichigo/nemesis q...)
-you can improvise or take some hints from other animes/mangas; as you know the topic of psyren is psychic powers and that can be added to all other type of powers... I'll let you imagine the rest
Mas2009 allowed the harem part for crossovers also; I'm sorry if it seems like i'm only doing harem fic's.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Bleach, Psyren, or any hints from other anime/manga I may add in future chapters.
Things as they were with the daily life of Ichigo Kurosaki, former Substitute Shinigami, were somewhat a torture. After losing is powers three months ago, not have to worry about late nights to fight, and have his school work suffer because of Hollows, made him feel paranoid.
Unlike every other normal human, Ichigo was aware of spiritual beings, and monsters out there that could easily kill him in his current condition. Now that he couldn't see Hollows he was tense, expecting to be attacked when away from his friends. Speaking of them, Uryu, Orihime, and Sado, nicknamed 'Chad', had apparently agreed on not letting the orange haired teen know about spiritual related business, probably as a means to try and help him move on.
Because of that, Ichigo was sure they were drifting farther and farther apart. His friends seemed to think since he was so normal now; very vulnerable, like a piece of glass that would shatter if anyone put any pressure on him. While he was vulnerable, he wasn't that helpless; his reaction time and reflexes were still sharp as they had been. Plus, his body's strength and endurance was toned and conditioned close to an Olympic track and field stars, and his motor memory and battle experience were as keen as they ever were.
Ichigo retained many benefits to his physical body, even if he didn't have his Shinigami powers. If his old team are going to keep the charade up at this rate…
Wham!
"Ow!" the orange haired teen in his high school uniform wince from the blow to his head, scowl forming on his face as his brown eyes glared at the offender. "What the hell was that for?"
"You're not paying attention, Ichigo-chan." An older woman with raven hair with bangs that part to the left of her face held in a ponytail with a purple hair tie stared at him imperiously with her gray eyes. She is seen wearing a white t-shirt with long purple sleeves with 'Unagiya' written on it, tight black pants with a buckle belt, and black rubber boots. She also has a brown cap with goggles and work gloves. "You always do this when it's important, and we have tons of requests you always won't do. Why did I hire you again?"
"Because you're always busy, lady." Ichigo plainly said to his boss, Ikumi Unagiya. The only other reason he took this job was cause every other job available wouldn't let a 'delinquent' work for them, and he didn't plan on dyeing his hair because other people didn't like it or think he was some trouble maker.
"Right. As I was saying, a job came in today you actually might like to do, seeing as how you always like to fight. And call me Ikumi-san, not 'lady'."
Looking at the request himself, he couldn't help but have a smirk on his face.
Shira High School/after School
"Awesome! You got that Hando jerk to promise to leave me alone yesterday. Thanks sooo much!" The blond haired girl from Shira High school that hired Ichigo's service was ecstatic, too much so for the orange haired teen. Unagiya usually takes on any job offered, except actually selling eel. From the time since he started working at Unagiya, Ichigo never though someone would actually request 'intimidating force' to deal with a problem. He actually couldn't blame her, once he got a look at the guy.
"Here's the money I owe ya." the girl handed the required amount. "But, could you do another favor for me?"
The former Shinigami looked curiously at her. "And what would that be?"
"Well," she shuffled her feet on the ground. "My cat Mi went missing, and I was wondering if you could find her?"
"I'll be sure to let my boss know, we'll be on it as soon as possible."
"Thank you!" she thanked with a smile, telling Ichigo about her cat and contact information, and went to find her friends. With that, Ichigo called Ikumi about another job tasked by the same girl.
"So you're the one!"
Finishing the call, the orange haired looked to find a lean, muscular build guy, looking apprehensively at him. With relatively short, spiky midnight blue hair, he was wearing the Shira's High School boy's uniform. Ichigo figured he was a freshman, basing the fact on his height.
"The one?" Ichigo asked, wondering what he did to get this guy, he never seen before, angry with him.
"You started showing up a while ago, stealing my jobs with lower pay, that just annoyed me." The guy ranted, them pointed at the former Substitute Shinigami making his accusation. " Now you've even taken Madoka's request from me, which is where I draw the line!"
"It's not my fault this district is close enough to Karakura Town to get requests for my job." Ichigo replied, finding this guy's reasoning a little selfish. "Lower your charge price if that's the problem."
"10,000 yen isn't unreasonable! Looks like I'm going to be teaching you a lesson then. I'm Shira's High Agheha Yoshina, class C-1."
The orange haired teen sighed; finding the fight about to start was going to be annoying. "Ichigo Kurosaki. Lets get this over with."
Agheha was already charging Ichigo, sending a right hook at his opponent. The taller teen swung his left hand, easily blocking the punch, while delivering an uppercut with his right to the stomach, knocking the blue haired boy away staggering. Realizing he was facing an experienced fighter, Agheha sized up his target this time, the former Substitute Shinigami, who had yet to even move from his spot with a scowl on his face, just stood in place to see what the kid would do next.
Agheha went in again, this time quickly sending a roundhouse kick within his range. Ichigo dodged by dropping to the ground, delivering a sweeping low kick to trip the shorter teen. While it connected, the blue haired teen quickly used his left hand to stop his fall. Instead of landing, Agheha used his supporting hand to launch himself forward, sending a kick all the while.
Ichigo only got a small scrape on his cheek though, just dodging as he sent his own right hook into his opponents jaw, knocking the blue haired teen away. Before he was out of reach though, the former Substitute Shinigami grabbed Agheha's ankle and pulled him back, delivering a devastating punch to knock him unconscious.
Ichigo did have to admit, if Agheha had starting high school with him, their fight would've been more even. But, his battle experience have him the upper hand. The orange haired teen went to the back of the school, waiting out the commotion their fight caused. While letting things cool down, he caught the sight of Madoka with other girls, doing something by the garbage disposal.
"What do think she'll do?" Madoka asked her friends, leaving with her friends as they chuckled about what they've done.
"I bet she'll be searching till midnight!" the girl with long black hair guessed, their conversation now out of earshot. Once they were out of his sights, Ichigo went to pile. After a bit of digging, the former Substitute Shinigami found a wallet, a girl's wallet. Once opened, the ID showed a rather pretty girl with long light blue hair and grey eyes, but she had a rather plain expression on her face. Before closing it, a red phone card caught his interest.
With a weird closed eye design, it had the word…Psyren on it, and the left corner a darker red covering enough for a double digit number to possibly be on there. Staring a moment longer, the teen placed it back in the wallet and went to find the girl named Sakurako Amamiya.
Luckily, it was rather easy to find her, since as soon as Ichigo walked to the front of the school; she appeared, looking around franticly for her wallet.
"Hey," Ichigo called out to the girl. "Is this your wallet?"
Surprised, the blue haired girl looked in his direction, rushed over, and snatched her wallet right out of his hands.
"A 'thank you' would be nice. I happen to find your wallet-"
"I know." she interrupts the orange haired teen. "It happens all the time."
"…Thank you." Sakurako said after a tense silence. She gave him a quick once over, noticing the uniform he wore wasn't her high schools.
"Your not from here, are you." It wasn't a question.
" I actually go to Karakura High school, names Ichigo Kurosaki, by the way."
"Why are you all the way over here?"
"I finished a job someone at this school hired me to do. My part time job usually takes on any job offered, except sell eel, like the name Unagiya stands for."
She chuckled lightly. "That's a weird named for a job like that. Did your boss named it?"
"Unfortunately." the orange haired teen grumbled. "Named it after her last name to. Won't change it no matter how much I suggest it."
Before Sakurako could say anything else, she suddenly looked left, apparently hearing something the former Substitute Shinigami didn't. He looked at her curiously, noticing the troubled look on her face. Before he could ask what was wrong, she started power walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"Don't follow me!" she exclaimed, not looking back as she moved forward.
"…If you ever need my help, be sure to call Unagiya!" Ichigo called at Sakurako's retreating figure. He finally decided to make his way back, hoping the next job he gets from Ikumi-
"SAVE ME!"
Ichigo quickly looked back, finding the girl he helped had disappeared. This didn't sit well with him; his intuition knew something was wrong, very wrong. He dashed off, looking for Sakurako before anything bad happened to her.
Four hours later
"Dam it, where could she be?"
Ichigo was panting; having ran all around this part of town. It was almost eight, the sun barely over the horizon as he walked thought a park to catch his breath. He honestly didn't know who was behind this, considering he hadn't heard anything in the news about any kidnappers, and he honestly wouldn't know if anything spiritual happened.
It was times like these Ichigo wished he wasn't powerless, despite knowing he gave it all away for a chance to spare the world from Aizen's twisted plan. There was nothing, absolutely nothing he wouldn't do to protect people. He always wanted the power to protect all sorts of people, but he couldn't do anything to protect them anymore now…
*RING! RING! *
The payphone's ringing broke Ichigo from his musing. It wasn't really unusual; anyone knowing the number could call it from anywhere. He would've ignored it, but he had a feeling he should answer it. Curiosity won, and went to the phone and answered.
"Yo."
"Yo." He heard his voice repeat, that wasn't normal. His instincts told him he was being watched, so he looked up to find…this weirdly dressed person, if you call it a person, floating in the air above him on a cell phone.
"Who are you?" the former Substitute Shinigami demanded, looking suspiciously as the thing closed its cell. It only made noises, doing a back flip, and disappeared as quickly as it came.
"…What the hell was that just now?" Ichigo wondered out loud, not making any sense of what just transpired. Before dwelling further, beeping noises come from the phone booth, stopping after a few seconds as a card came out from the phone card slot. What he found gave him an ominous feeling. It was the same card he found in Sakurako's wallet.
Forty-five minutes later
Wanting to find out was going on, the former Substitute Shinigami used the card to call whoever was behind this kidnapping…
"Question 60: do you feel unsatisfied with school life?"
This, was not what he was expecting thought. Of all the things, he was completing a survey that was impractical; who bleeds blue blood anyway? Dealing with Urahara's weird command fraises was better than this, but it was debatable.
"Question 61: do you have a plan for your future?"
If this was going to be some weird club, and she was just hauled embarrassingly away, Ichigo was going to crack skulls when he finds whoever made these cards. Dealing with his crazy old man was enough in his life; he didn't need to be dealing with more crazy people.
"Question 62: do you plan to let your family know you're late for dinner…"
Hold up, something was happening now.
"You're getting frustrated with your weakness, making you feel helpless! You no longer feel like a protector, missing the life or death battles you enjoyed so much to protect the ones you care for. Your friends don't even want to involve you anymore, moving on without you cause you're a normal person…"
"How do you know all this?" the orange haired teen angrily asked, not liking this situation. "Have you been spying on me?"
"You are quiets easy to read, actually." the female voice spoke mockingly. "Like an open book to anyone willing to read it, Ichigo Kurosaki."
'She even knows my name. How much does she know?'
"…You better give Amamiya back."
"And what can you do?" the voice asked, making Ichigo wonder where she was going with this.
"You obviously don't know what you're getting yourself into; do you really think you'll be able to do this on your own as you are? Chances are, this may be the last thing you'll ever do."
"Then all I have to do is survive and win," the orange haired teen simple stated. "I may not be as strong as I use to be, but it'll be more than enough to deal with whatever you think will stop me."
It was silent for a few moments, the line almost appearing dead.
"Question 63: do you want to go to Psyren?"
"Will I be able to find Amamiya there?"
"It all depends on you. Want to come or not? Dial yes or no."
Smirking, Ichigo dialed one, meaning yes on the survey, knowing something was about to happen. It did, the next moment the former Substitute Shinigami now found himself in a wasteland; the cloudy sky now was in the middle of the day. The orange haired teen noticed the Psyren card was where the phone was, and looked at it.
'Just wait, I'll take whatever you throw at me.'
