The second chapter! Finally! I'm pushing my creativity to the limit right now and I have reached a stage of non productivity for my other stories. It's so sad! Once again, I do not own it. I changed the title to Half Jack merely because I've been listening to the song way too much for the past couple of days. . My parents are annoyed with it. But oh well!

Ichigo dropped his homework packet in the bin on his way out the door, sighing as he did so. He was itching to get outside. The classrooms were hot and stuffy making him uncomfortable and fidgety. As soon as he stepped outside he took a deep breath before suddenly being clapped on the back by Renji.

"Hey science geek. How's it going?" he joked, grinning broadly at his friend.

"Fine," Ichigo sighed, really not up for Renji's antics. He had been up late finishing the physics packet as well as the calculus worksheet he had been assigned. And all because he had been distracted by the oh so gorgeous Shinji. Wait! What am I thinking!? Ichigo thought, unable to stop the blush around his neck.

"Are you thinking dirty thoughts?" Renji teased when he saw Ichigo's blush.

The blush darkened and Ichigo slugged him in the arm. "No, you pervert!"

"I'm just saying! So, you missed a lot at the club. It was fun and there was this chick there and-"

Ichigo tuned him out as they headed for the soccer field, bags in hands, and wind in hair. His thoughts were drifting back to the night before when Shinji had been playing the saxophone. Never had he heard such beautifully played music by someone so young. It had absolutely wowed him.

"You've completely zoned out," Renji grumbled as they made it to the field.

"Sorry Renji. I was thinking about that kid I hit last night. I met up with him later," Ichigo admitted. "He was getting beat up. He handled himself pretty well though. Not an injury on him."

"He's such a nerd. Don't concern yourself with him," Renji sniffed.

"So am I Renji. Don't be so quick to judge people," Ichigo ordered. "He's cool. Really good on his instrument too."

"Yeah, whatever you say Ichigo," Renji muttered. "Let's just practice."

So they did even though Ichigo didn't pay any attention it at all. By the end of practice he had been hit at least seven times.

"You're losing your touch Ichigo," Kira called, brushing his blond hair out of his face.

He tossed the ball back at him from the goal and Ichigo held it still with his foot. "Sorry. My mind isn't really here," he admitted.

"We all have our off days. Don't worry about it," Kira assured him. "Let's just hope it isn't on a game day or something."

It's always the game, Ichigo thought as he sent the ball whirling towards Kira again. Don't they ever think about anything else?

"Ichigo? Do you practice everyday?" called a voice.

All of the teammate's heads turned to see Shinji walking towards them. A simple grey jacket covered his shoulders and he had a matching grey hat as well. He wore a white dress shirt beneath it though it wasn't tucked in so it flapped in the wind. I wonder what he'd look like without the shirt. Shit! Bad thoughts Ichigo! Bad thoughts!

"Hey Shinji. Yeah, we do."

Everyone was staring at them intensively and Shinji fidgeted. "I uh…feel awkward."

"Go back to practice," Ichigo called over his shoulder. Ichigo led Shinji into the bleachers once the sound of practice had resumed. "So what's up?"

"I didn't think practice would be everyday and I just wanted to hang out," Shinji admitted.

"We can. After practice. I just can't leave as much as I want to," Ichigo told him. "My team isn't full of people I would normally hang out with. They're stereotypical and can be pretty idiotic."

"Just as long as I don't get hit with another soccer ball, I don't mind," Shinji said with a laugh.

"No guarantees to that. Let's be honest. You're a freshman. All of them our juniors or seniors. Bullying you is their cup of tea. I can tell them not to but they don't always listen to me," Ichigo said. "So I think it'd be better if you stopped by in another hour or so. Then we can go and do whatever."

Shinji shrugged and Ichigo was glad that the freshman didn't feel put out or anything. He didn't want to make him feel as if Ichigo didn't want to hang out with him, because he did. That much was for sure.

"I'll see you in an hour than. I have to take some stuff back to my dorm anyways," Shinji told him, indicating his saxophone by patting the case.

"By the time you get back we'll be done with practice," Ichigo joked. "You live so far away."

"That's the idea," Shinji replied. "See you in an hour."

"Sounds good."

Shinji walked away from him then and Ichigo headed back down onto the field. As practice dragged on, he found himself wishing that he could just leave and go find Shinji. His life as a soccer star was becoming extremely monotonous and he was wishing for a change.

"Good practice, Ichigo," Renji said as they headed for the bags like every other night.

"Yeah," Ichigo agreed, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"So are we going to go to a club tonight?" Renji asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"I'm hanging with Shinji, so no," Ichigo answered as Shinji's form came into view.

Renji looked at the approaching freshman in disgust. "Seriously, why do you hang out with him? He's such a-"

"Shut up Renji," Ichigo ordered. "I'll see you later."

He trotted away from him, angry at how Renji was being well…an ass. "Hey Shinji."

"Hi Ichigo!" Shinji greeted, grinning.

"So where to?" Ichigo asked as they began walking away from the field.

"I was thinking maybe my place. I want to show you my piano skills," Shinji told him. "You've seen my play the saxophone but I'm way better on the piano."

"Well that should be interesting. Do you think we could stop by my dorm first? I'm sweaty and I stink," Ichigo grumbled, wrinkling his nose.

"That I can agree too," Shinji said, laughing when Ichigo's eyes narrowed.

"Just come on."

They walked in silence to Ichigo's dorm, neither really having anything to say. Companionable silence was enough for each of them. Ichigo groaned when he realized he didn't have his key.

"You forgot your key?" Shinji asked. "That was smart."

"Hold on. Do you have a membership card to somewhere?"

"Um…yeah. Here," Shinji said, pulling out his wallet and handing Ichigo a credit card.

Ichigo slipped into the crack of the door and slid it down, opening the door when the lock clicked. He tossed the card back to Shinji and then held the door open for him before dropping his things on his bed.

"Do whatever you want. I'll be out in a few minutes!" Ichigo called, slipping into the bathroom.

"Okay!"

Shinji took off his hat and tossed it on the bed as well before looking around the room. That was when he noticed the stack of papers scattered all over the desk and on the floor around it. Curiosity piqued, Shinji picked up one of the papers, reading the top of it carefully.

Possibility of other dimensions?

According to the laws of quantum physics it is very possible that there are other dimensions. Theoretically, if you roll a dice in this world, the you in the other dimension would roll a two while you would roll a five. But if other dimensions are possible, does this mean other people are possible besides the ones already existing in one dimension?

Suppose, theoretically, different choices are made in another dimension then they were here. These choices could cause different people to be born who wouldn't be born in normal circumstances. If this is true, then would these children who weren't born in other dimensions be real? If there is only one of them that means their data is only coded into one dimension. Again, theoretically, is it possible for them to travel to another dimension or would they die merely because their data does not resonate with anyone else in that dimension?

Also, how would you get to another dimension if it were possible? Dimensions are just data as are people according to the laws of quantum physics. So is it possible to decode ones data and send it to another dimension that had another of them there as well? What would be the effects of having two of the same person in one dimension? Would they react in a bad way, destroying each other? Or would they seek the best alternative instinctively and combine together?

These questions still remain unanswered despite out research. These are the questions I would like to find the answers to. With your help Ichigo Kurosaki, I believe we can.

Shinji stared at the paper for a second longer. An email maybe? But from who? Shinji's gaze dropped to the name at the bottom. Gin Ichimaru? Even I've heard of him. He's a top notch quantum physicist who works for the government! Why would he want to work with a college student?