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Shinigami's case

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Hello: Hat

Hello: themselves

Ichigo's case

hello : Zangetsu

Hello: Hat

Hello: Ichigo

Hello: Hollow Ichigo

Well, right now, apparently this fanfic is before the kidnap of Inoue Orihime and the winter war. But Kurosaki Ichigo is the new captain of the 14th unit ( unlike the other units they go to the human world more frequently and once they takes up a mission they will travel around like a human to take care of hollows while the other units go straight back to soul society after their mission. They do return to Soul Society but quite seldom. They do not have rules from Soul society mostly because the rules in Soul Society can only be applied on Shinigamis but as the 14th unit consists of humans too. New rules will only be made once a new central 46 is made. The 14th unit is an independent unit and only relies on itself for sources unless necessary. Because of that the 14th unit is not directly under Yamamoto Genryuusai or the Central 46. They have their own research unit run by Urahara Kisuke and its own medical unit run by Inoue Orihime.) Kuchiki Rukia has became 14th unit's vice-captain. While Abarai Renji will remain as the vice-captain of the 6th unit.

Kurosaki Ichigo had successfully taken control of his Hollow with the help of the Visoreds.

Chapter 2

Ichigo woke up from the bright light shining from the curtains and also from the ruckus. Grumbling, Ichigo stepped out from bed and stormed past Seamus and Harry who was arguing. The two stopped to give him a "What's your problem?" look. "Ichigo is always in a foul mood early in the morning. Especially since your arguments woke him up." Renji explained. Harry felt guilty. He knew how it felt like to be roughly woken up from such a nice sleep.

Once Ichigo had appeared right beside them, they made their way to the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall had appeared to hand them their new lesson schedule. Ron took one long at it and gave a loud groan. "What are you groaning for?" Rukia asked.

Ron showed her the schedule. "Look! We got History of Magic, double potions, Divination, double Defense against the dark arts all in one day!"

"So? What's so bad about it?" Renji asked.

"Well, for one, History of magic got to be the most boring subject ever, Potions is taught by Snape and he has this grudge for us Gryffindor and he keeps deducting our house points on purpose! And Divination is rubbish, and DADA is the worst of all since Umbridge teaching it!" Seamus said as he sent a glare towards Harry. Harry glared back at him right into the eye. "Its only 7am in the morning and you guys are really fighting? Its not good for your brains you know."

"Professor Urahara! G... Good morning!" Hermione stuttered. "Mah, mah. Don't need to be so formal. Its bad for you too, you know." Urahara said. Hermione blushed as she apologised. Urahara let out a chuckle. "Its nice to meet you all. I hope you can guide me for this year as I am new here." Harry and Ron gaped at him. "S... Sure" They managed to say. And with that, Professor Urahara turned and walked away.

"See? With Kisuke here, it won't be that bad." Ichigo said.

"Its Professor Urahara! You ought to show more respect!" Hermione told him.

"Trust me. He's getting as much of respect as we're showing him." Renji pointed out.

After going for Divination and potion, they made their way to the DADA classroom. Inside was Umbridge standing infront of her table. Urahara was standing beside her, grinning cheerfully. Once every student was already in class, Umbridge greeted them with a "Good Afternoon." A few people muttered a "Good Afternoon" back.

"Tut,tut. This isn't good isn't it?" Umbridge said, "Once again, good afternoon!" Now, the whole class unwillingly said a "Good afternoon".

Urahara took a step out and exclaimed, "Good afternoon, minna san! I'm Kisuke Urahara. You can call me Professor Urahara, or in the tranfers' case, Urahara or Kisuke would be just fine. I'm new in teaching here so please guide me!" After saying that, the class lightened up a little.

"Wands away and quills out, please." Umbridge said in an overly sweet tone. The class grumbled as they did so. "Please take out the new textbook, Defense Magical Theory. Do you all have it?" There was no response. "Now, when I ask you a question, you should answer me with a 'Yes, Professor Umbridge', or with a 'No, professor Umbridge'. So, do you have it?" "Yes, Professor Umbridge." the class replied. Umbridge looks pleased and was about to turn around to write on the black board when a certain somebody caught her eye.

"You, the one with the orange hair. You should rinse off the dye. And where is your textbook?" she asked. Ichigo frowned. "Firstly, this is my natural hair colour so I can't wash out the dye, kay? And I do not have a textbook. I said no when you asked whether we brought it or not. So it's your fault for not listening straight." Ichigo snapped. He clearly didn't take the insult of his hair colour well. "Watch you manners, boy!" Umbridge snapped back. She too was clearly pissed at Ichigo. "You're getting as much of respect as I'm showing you. And my name is Ichigo Kurosaki."

"Kurosaki!" hissed Toushiro but was stopped when Kurosaki gave him a small smile. Toushiro sighed and shook his head. This was obviously not going well. But if Kurosaki know what he's doing then it will most certainly go not too rough. "Fine! 1 week of detention for you. Now share your textbook with the kid beside you. And I suppose your hair colour is natural too." Umbridge said.

Toushiro felt his temper rise. Did this ugly, stupid toad just call him a kid? How dare she? No matter how much Toushiro feel like strangling her right now, he forced his temper to cool before answering politely. "Yes, Professor Umbridge. You see, hair colour in Japan come has more variety then in England."

"See, Mr Kurosaki? Couldn't you be as polite as this kid beside you? Maybe that's the reason why he skipped grades." Toushiro felt his temper snapped. Ichigo snickered beside him but stopped when he felt the temperature dropped. "Sorry, Professor Umbridge but I did not skip any grades. I am a 15 year old." Umbridge blushed and apologised.

And the whole lesson passed with Umbridge calling him a kid. Harry felt really cold. It was strange as the room felt very warm when they came in. He glanced at Umbridge and saw her shivering. Good, at least she's suffering, Harry thought. Ichigo was shivering violently beside Toushiro, having the full blast of his reaitsu. His fingers felt so numb and he was pretty sure that he was going to have frostbite soon. Urahara and Renji was freezing too as he kept his hands tucked nicely under his arms. Strangely, Rukia was barely affected by it. Maybe it has something got to do with her Zanpaktou, Ichigo concluded. He nudged Toushiro in the ribs and when Toushiro turned to face him, he pointed to the window which was foggy because of the water droplets. Toushiro got what he was trying to say and tried to control his icy reaitsu. Almost immediately, the temperature in the classroom went back to normal.

Harry took off his glasses and wiped it. What the hell was that? The temperature had risen almost immediately. It was like someone was controlling it. And if Harry had to guess, it was mostly like Toushiro was the one. His white hair and turquoise eyes suits ice better than the rest of the class.

Ichigo frowned as his sight started to fade. He stifled a yawn and felt his eyes closed. Toushiro frowned as he saw Ichigo sleeping in class. Suddenly, there was an outburst. Ichigo groaned as he cracked his eyes open.

"Now like I was trying to say, we have no need to learn any type of spells." Umbridge trilled. "But what happens if we got attacked, we'll get killed!" Harry pointed out. "Hand, Mr Potter!" "Yeah, Harry's right!" Dean exclaimed, "If we ever got attacked, we will have no idea to fight back!" "Hand, Mr Thomas!" "What will happen if Voldemort comes back!" Harry said. There was sharp intake of breath. "Hand, Mr Potter. And there's no way that you-know-who is back!" "Yes he is! He killed Cedric Diggory!" "No he is not!"

Urahara stood quietly beside her, staring at her in amusement. Rukia was sure he was trying his best not to laugh. "I do not think that I need to raise my hand, Professor Umbridge, however, Harry is right. Doesn't Harry know better then the ministry? After all, he had witnessed a first-hand account of the incident. The ministry on the other hand, did not. What you are doing is creating reasons so not to create panic in yourselves. It's simple human nature really." Urahara said politely. Umbridge's face was turning red in fury. Her partner was siding with Harry Potter? That is atrocious! If she was right, Professor Urahara was hand-picked by the ministry to be her assistant.

In truth, the only thing that Urahara did was to use the Memory Modifier to make them think that he was the perfect candidate to be with Professor Umbridge and was selected in a most perfect role in Hogwarts.

"How dare you, Professor Urahara. Why are you siding with Mr Potter, here?"

"Sorry, Professor Umbridge. But judging from the stories given here, Harry's one seems more realistic."

"I will come to fire you!"

"I am merely stating the truth, Professor Umbridge, I don't believe that doing so was going against the rules. And besides if you fire me, aren't you simply giving the Ministry a impression as someone who abuses their power to control people?"

Umbridge gave out a long puff. By now, her face was totally red in anger, steam could also be seen pouring from her ears. She pointed to Harry in fury. "Potter, 1 week of detention!" And with that she took a paper and started writing. Ichigo smirked. His plan was going way too well. For the week, he was planning to knock her out and search through her files for clues of Voldemort, then use a Memory Modifier to erase all memories of the incidents from her puny brain and maybe Harry. "Kurosaki and Potter take this paper and see Professor McGonagall." Umbridge ordered. Ichigo lazily slid out of his chair and waltzed to her desk and snatched the pink papers from her hand. He turned to leave but not before sticking his tongue out at her. He handed one sheet of the pink paper to Harry as Harry stormed out of the classroom with Ichigo walking beside him.

Ichigo and Harry stopped infront of what Ichigo assumed was Professor McGonagall office. Harry knocked on her door and her door opened. The two of them walked to Professor McGonagall's table. "Sit down, Potter and Kurosaki, so what are you two doing here when you're suppose to be in class?" They handed the pink papers to her and she scanned it. She sighed as she looked up to Harry. "I know that you-know-who has returned however, the Ministry doesn't want to create fear in people. That would just create more chaos. Next time, please keep it to yourselves, Potter." Harry frowned and turned to glare at the wall behind her. McGonagall turned to face Ichigo. "It says here that you were rude to her, Kurosaki. Why is that so?" Ichigo scowled. "She just insulted me. What I was doing was just letting her have a taste of her own medicine." Again, she sighed. "Fine. I get it, just next time, try to be more polite when talking her. We don't want to make more trouble with the Ministry." McGonagall said, "Now, go. And do not miss her detention!"

As Harry and Ichigo walked to the Great hall. Harry asked, "Does that hair attract trouble for you?" Ichigo glanced at him in surprise at the sudden question before nodding. "Yeah. People in my town really hates people who stick out. Thats why I always get into fights most of the time, although it usually ended with them getting beaten into pulp." Ichigo replied. "Me too. Just because I'm the boy who lived Voldemort's curse, everybody look upon me like I'm god or something." Harry said, "Do you really care whether I'm the boy who lived or anything?" Ichigo looked thoughful for a minute before shaking his head. "Nah... It doesn't bother me whether you survived Voldemort's curse or anything." There was a sharp intake of breath. "Y... You... Just said Voldemort's name nonchalantly!" Harry stuttered. "Sure. Why not? Aren't you the one who keep calling him by his name?" Ichigo pointed out. "Yeah but not many people like calling him that. Its like a taboo." explained Harry. "Well, I was always different from other people. You know what, Harry?"

"What?"

"I think we're almost alike. Very alike. We can be great friends. You fight for me, and I will fight for you. If you put your life on the line to protect something, then I'll put my life on the line to protect it too. Deal?"

Harry hesitated for awhile. But he reached out his hand to shake Ichigo's. "Deal."

Ichigo grinned as they reached the Great hall. They were friends.

To be continued

Sorry of the sucky endings. I was never good at them though. Well please read and review!