Shika526: All right here it is Chapter 2!! I'm still working on little details of the story but, I think I got the gist of it.

HeartlessValentine: Ha! I scoff at your n00bness!

Shika526: "scoff"?

HeartlessValentine: (Shush! I'm trying to be epic here...) A good writer knows that there are limitless possibilities to an story. Haven't you heard "Cambells Tomato-Soup POSSIBILITES."?

Shika526: Mmm... tomato soup.

HeartlessValentine: Shika!? Are you even listining!? Shika!? SHIKA!?

Shika526: with that being said...

Arturo is not an original character! He is a original character from a bleach game but is not one of my original characters (Man that sounds less confusing by mouth). I have changed his back story a little but he's basically the same guy, I want people to stay in-character as much as I can (although I think over exagerate Keigo and Mizuiro's personalities).

This is where it really gets intersting a little more humor than romance this chapter but I'll get back to it, promise. Enjoy!

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Off in the distance, a man rivets his eyes to the little town known as Karakura. "Ku, ku, ku, so this is the famous Karakura eh?"

A figure of black leather sporting a naughty short skirt materialized out of the seemingly thin atmosphere. The woman's gorgeous blonde hair sailed in space as she descended, and her overly abundant chest mimicked 'gelatin during a earthquake' . An ostensibly innocent pair of teal eyes were unveiled in a scintillating fashion, facial features flawless in all aspects. Carefully she elevated, her pink belt, centering a pink 6-pedaled flower, and it's twin headband seemed to glow in the ominous room.

"Arturo-sama," the cold tone of the woman halted the chocking silence of the room. " I have located the girl you wished for…"

The tall arrancar's white robes swayed lazily as he ogled the town, his reflection in the window, of which he observed from, gave a smirk as a reply.

"Well done Shizuka," the tone of authority fills the room, "has Tsurara reported yet?"

"My apologies Arturo-sama, she has failed to report yet." a nervous Shizuka says, definitely trying to avoid eye contact with the reflection in the window.

"No worries, Shizuka." he turns around unhurriedly. "My name is Arturo Plateado, I was a hollow who was locked away in a wretched chamber, in the Soul Society, known as Room 64. For two millennia I existed in that damn chamber!! No food! No light! Just existed… but those fools, those asinine shinigami, let their guards down. I willingly took of my mask to gain a new power, and with it I broke the seal of my prison! What a magnificent explosion that was! and it was also a disdainful explosion as well. It(the explosion) had created a few minor 'obstacles'. The force of my escape ripped a hole in reality, creating a whole new dimension. I believe the Soul Society was it calling the 'Mirror Society'. 3-members of the 'mirror' squad-10 are hot on my tail right this moment. Too bad for them, the Mirror Society has been in a bit of an 'accident'. Hey, a guy's gotta test out his newly gained powers somewhere right!? Well, with the alternate dimension completely obliterated, I've discovered that the chamber I was locked in for so long was made out of material called 'soukyaku'. Which properties are similar to that of the Soukyoku and posses an unreal amount of reiatsu. With the power of the soukyaku I swear I will get my revenge on those infernal shinigami. This pseudo Soukyoku, the soukyaku, were blown into millions of pieces on the day of my prison break. I have collected most pieces of the soukyaku…I would have had the final and biggest piece if it wasn't for that damned Tsu-"

"Arturo-sama, who are you talking to?" cutting off the arrancar, a bleach blonde girl who none noticed, asked in confusion.

"DAMMIT TSURARA! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOT TO INTERRUPT ME WHILE I MONOLOUGE!!" Arturo screams in pure rage.

"I apologize a thousand times over, Arturo-sama. Please forgive my little sister." Shizuka, who's had a static, neutral, expression on her face the whole time, bows in search forgiveness.

Tsurara let's out a giggle in reply to her master's anger. "But the good news is I've found the them. Unfortunately, I believe the squad has already made preparations to intercept us." Tsurara's crimson eyes gleamed during her analysis.

"Well done, Tsurara… now, everything is in place."

Back at the school rooftop a group of kids, were buzzing in chatter. A circle of classmates were looking quite comfortable, even with their new addition of Tsuyoshi. A party of inauguration, suggested by Chizuru, has begun.

"Ehem" Ichigo clears his throat. " I open this welcoming party for Tsuyoshi Niroku, our newest classmate and friend." said Ichigo rather uncomfortably, his throat getting caught on the word "friend".

Applauses went around the circle followed by a silence of respect. Tsuyoshi raised his carton of milk. "Thank you guys so much," he put his arm around Keigo. "As a warrior of love, it brings tears to my eyes to see so much friendship." an actual tear came to young Tsuyoshi's eye. "Spartans! Ready your lunch and eat hearty... For TONIGHT, WE DINE IN HELL!!"

"OOOOOOO!" the guys screamed, but Ichigo, Uryu, Chad, and Mizuiro blushed realizing Tsuyoshi's words and how they had reacted. But Ichigo's embarrassment quickly turned into anger and started to kick Tsuyoshi. "What the hell!? Stop quotin' movies that! We're frickin Japanese, and we wouldn't know that movie anyway!!"

"Ahahaha sorry, I couldn't resist." Tsuyoshi managed to say while taking the blows. Tatsuki, amazed at how Ichigo and Tsuyoshi joke around as if they were friends for years (and seemed to over-look the fact that Ichigo is still mercilessly beating Tsuyoshi to a pulp). "I've never seen anyone who was able loosen up Ichigo in just 3-hours."

After settling down, a long awaited exchange of introductions begun.

"I'm Inoue Orihime, nice to meet you Tsuyoshi. You're pretty funny."

"Sado Yasutora, nice to mee-"

Keigo, cutting off Chad "I'm Asano Keigo, other wise known as the funniest kid in school, right Ichigo?" Ichigo, along with the rest of the circle, looks away. He scratched his head, and even Rukia let out a nervous whistle. In everyone's imagination, wind blew and a tumble weed rolled by… With a slight tone of amusement Tsuyoshi replies "Nice to meet you."

"Anyways, I'm Arisawa Tatsuki." killing the awkward atmosphere Keigo had created.

"Ishida Uryu. Yoroshiku" Continued Uryu. Pushing his glasses back onto his face, believing the whole "welcoming" thing is sort of stupid.

"Honshou Chizuru, yay" she greets with a smile and peace sign.

"Kojima Mizuiro, just a word of advice, if Keigo ever starts talking just ignore him 'kay?"

Rukia blushed and stayed silent, since Tsuyoshi and her sort of knew each other already.

"And finally, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki."

After a brief silence, a burst of laughter came through.

"Ichigo!? Your name is Ichigo!? Oh my god, it's bad enough your hair is orange, but your name is even worse!! Geez what's next man, gonna dye your hair green and start wearing a red shirt? Huh? Strawberry-boy?"

Rukia and Tsuyoshi in synch, laughed their heads off. But the others (except Uryu, who really couldn't care less) knew nothing irks Ichigo more than making fun of his hair.

"THAT"S IT! You wanna take this out back!?" Ichigo grabbed him by the collar, sounding quite serious. Before anyone could reply, a phone rang that seemed to ring at the most perfectly convenient moment.

Looking at the screen of his phone Tsuyoshi's laid back eyes grew twice in size.

"Ugh, important business Ichigo, talk to ya guys later." Tsuyoshi says as he hurriedly races off.

"Boy he's a keeper huh, Rukia?" Ichigo asked, still agitated. Not a moment later another phone, Rukia's, rang. She glances at her phone, in the same manner as Tsuyoshi, Rukia's beautiful violet eyes expressed distress.

"Ichigo. We gotta go, now!"