Chapter Six
AN- Hello all, its me, Undying Soul, here with your annual beach crossover helpings!
Saviour this chapter because it was nearly delayed a week due to certain circumstances, that and the website acting up last night, add it to beta issues... really dismotivates you.
Either way, if this chapter is a bit shitty punctuation wise its because I refrained from getting a beta for it in favour of bringing it out now.
Disclaimer: Oda and Kubo are god! YES! WE KNOW! STOP RUBBING IT IN OUR FACES YOU SHITTY LAWYERS!
Beta: this chapter, none. Back to normal next time though.
Three days after the defeat of Arlong Yamada still had a mixed opinion on the outcome. Admittedly it had been fun to get some much needed stress relief by beating the crap out of the racist bastard. On the other hand, the fruit eater still believed that Arlong had deserved to die. It was a good outcome though, things could have turned out worse. Yamada was content that he even got the chance to wail on the Fishman. Had anyone apart from Ichigo's crew found him, he would have bled to death from the missing arm he obtained from Hachi.
Yamada realised that he owed Ichigo and his friends a lot, both for the transport, the moral support, the healing and the general help provided. This was what led Yamada to deciding to join Ichigo's unnamed crew once the party to celebrate Arlong's defeat was over.
"Then again," thought Yamada "Do I really want to join any crew after the behaviour I've seen during the last three days? Seriously. Over the last three days only two things have happened. One, everyone got amazingly pissed. The second, everyone did amazingly stupid things once they were amazingly pissed."
If anything, Yamada was the only one not to get pissed at the party thrown to celebrate the fall of Arlong Park, having decided that savouring the taste of revenge should be done while not throwing up into a bucket. Yamada had started to wish that he had gotten drunk considering he was the only odd one out.
The Strawhat crew hat gotten drunk, the villagers had gotten drunk, those two bounty hunters had gotten drunk and Team Ichigo had gotten drunk.
Starting with the crew led by the idiot with the straw hat, these were the various acts of stupidity that Yamada had analysed in his increasingly sober state. Luffy had eaten out half the town, guzzling enough meat to starve even Alabasta itself had there royal family had the pleasure to host this party, Usopp (The coward who Yamada had vaguely recalled running away screaming like a little girl when his fight began) had spent his time singing self created songs explaining his own self importance in the Arlong Park fights as well as accepting the attention of the various foolish girls who had believed him... followed by a range of attacks from said girls when they realised he was lying which slotted him into a semi comatose state, Zoro had drunk enough booze to fill a few large bathtubs (Keeping in with character) and Sanji had tried the various foods of the Cocoyasi Village chefs gotten drunk then went back to see them tell them very loudly to their faces how bad their food was compared to his own.
Yamada saw all this and smiled in amusement. When he saw his own crew all he could do however, was facepalm.
Ishida had decided to drink with Nami's sister for a while but was an extreme lightweight and as such fell unconscious after the first drink... the problem was that he was clingy... very clingy while drunk. Nojiko had been unable to remove his body from her left leg for nearly two days.
That was nearly as frustrating as how Ichigo had gotten extremely drunk and decided to have a drink off against Zoro (Using his Shinigami body to cheat due to having a more powerful metabolism) which only caused even more of a liquor shortage for all of the sane villagers in need of a serious drink after being unable to get properly pissed for nearly seven years.
Admittedly Orihime's antics were simply adorable, (After five large whiskey's she ended up believing that a potted plant was Ichigo and due to the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, she tried to chat up said potted plant... an failed spectacularly) but Chad and Rukia's was definitely not.
Chad had set up his own series of arm wrestling matches and made a killing from charging people for the chance to defeat a giant at arm wrestling. Chad later fell asleep after his 77th victory and had his earnings stolen by a pissed Rukia who had acted as the referee. (Curiously, Nami later stole the money from Rukia, having sensed a major profit even while pissed as an elephant)
Getting back on topic, Yamada was seriously reconsidering signing up for Team Ichigo... not exactly reconsider but it did make him take a second look at whether he was stupid enough to stock the Midnight Cutter with alcohol later on when he was official chef. His reconsideration led to the confirmation that only an idiot would give someone as powerful as Ichigo liquor.
Seriously... after Arlong had his ass kicked, Ichigo had volunteered to level Arlong Park for everyone using his first release. Having seen the finished results afterwards (A flat expanse of land with barely a brick left undestroyed) Yamada was grateful that Ichigo had been on their side. It did piss off Yamada that Ichigo had been holding back for the entire fight against Arlong. Then again, it was a bit hypocritical considering Yamada had not gone all out either.
The moral of this story was to not piss off Ichigo... mass property damage would only ensue.
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The next day, Ichigo woke up with a raging headache, a symptom of his newly obtained hangover.
"What the hell happened last night?" questioned the substitute out loud.
"You got laid." responded a familiar voice. Ichigo noted that it was Yamada.
"Owwww!" complained Ichigo from his lumpy mattress on the floor. As he struggled to rise he saw everyone else also sprawled on equally lumpy mattress'. They were in a large room with wide open windows that let in lots of beautiful morning sunshine. Ichigo hated the sun so much at that moment in time. "Seriously... what happened?"
"I told you... you totally got laid." stated Yamada with an even tone in his voice, as he laid on his own makeshift bed.
It took a few moments for Ichigo's hungover state to comprehend those words. "Wait... WHAT!" Uryu snapped awake at this point due to the loud noise, rolled off the mattress and fell asleep again on the floor. "What do you mean I got laid? With who!?"
"Orihime obviously... you did it in public and everything... your never gonna live this one down."
Ichigo went bright red at the supposed revelation, particularly on his nose and ears. "SERIOUSLY?!"
"No... I just wanted to see how you would react if I said you did."
"So I didn't have sex with Orihime?"
Yamada replied eventually. "No... you're really disappointed now, aren't you?" Ichigo didn't reply although the bright red in his face remained.
"How drunk did I get?" asked Ichigo reluctantly.
"REALLY drunk. You finished off four barrels over the course of the last three days. It takes real talent to remain drunk for up to three days at a time."
This surprised the substitute, who normally refrained from drinking any alcohol as a rule in order to set a good example for his sisters and honestly had no idea how he got so hammered without his self control kicking in and stopping his booze session early.
"No more drinking for me." said Ichigo as he scolded himself.
"Anyway," began Yamada as he sat up. "I have decided to join your crew as an official member."
"Great, that's awesome. Nice to have you."
"... That's it?"
"Yep."
"Seriously... you forcibly tried to tie me up in a closet and try to gag me in order to recruit me. Then I willingly offer my services and you act like that?"
"...Pretty much."
"A bit disappointing really."
"Look... I have a god damn hangover right now. You could be telling me I'm the new leader of the World Government and I still wouldn't react with surprise." Ichigo sighed loudly while he rubbed his unstyled hair, which was loosing its spikiness. "Right now I wouldn't give a crap unless this room was burning down... scratch that, let me suffer in peace even IF I burn in the process."
"...That's it."
"Yep. Welcome to the crew. Expect our sincere gratitude at your joining of our group at dinner... god knows we'll be pleased to have something Orihime didn't make."
"Morning everyone!" said Orihime cheerfully, causing Ichigo's ear to tremble. "I heard my name, anything up?"
"No." stated Ichigo. "All I care about is how you do NOT have a hangover."
"Hmmm," puzzled Orihime. "No idea. Perhaps its my powers or something."
"Fucking hell." said Chad in his gruff voice as he woke up to the sound Of Orihime's continuous cheerfulness. "What shit did I smoke last night to make me feel like this?"
Ichigo blinked once, then twice, then a few more times for good measure. Ichigo may be a bit stupid at times but even so, hearing Chad swear was next to near non existent. Chad had recently become more violent, not more swearable. Chad and swear words never came together in the same sentence.
"Am I still drunk or something?" questioned Ichigo. "I couldn't have heard Chad of all people swear."
"Frigging hell my god damn head hurts. That booze must have been piss poor."
"Can I have what ever you've been drinking?" asked Yamada. "Despite not drinking a drop of booze I think that your drinking is somehow a contagion in the air."
"OOH!" roared Orihime cheerfully, causing Uryu to roll over in shock and wake up fully this time. "I'M A DOCTOR! I can totally use my magic healing powers to study this strange new phenomenon!"
"Did I just hear Orihime use a long word like phenomenon?" asked the recently woken up Quincy.
"Its been a strange morning for us all. Chad started swearing."
"... Seriously? I need what ever that giant's been smoking."
"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!" roared Rukia like a dragon waking from its slumber. With deliberate slowness, the demonic snow user got up, wreathed in evil blue flames. Everyone shut up... except for Chad.
"Shit."
"GET OUT!" Rukia fired a Shakkaho, throwing Chad through the wall. "I HAVE ONE MOTHER FUCKER OF A HANGOVER... SO BE QUIET UNTIL THE ROOM STOPS SPINNING."
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"..." everyone shut up of course, only an idiot would spea-
"SHUT UP MR NARRATOR!" roared Rukia, somehow breaking the fourth wall by punching me in the face. I shut up.
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"Better?" asked Uryu.
"No... I need some god damn coffee."
"Yamada just agreed to join the crew." pointed out Ichigo helpfully, eager to distract Rukia.
"Good... get me some coffee and a bagel chef slave."
"Chef slave?" questioned Yamada indignantly.
"Do you want a punch to the face?"
"...No."
"Then get cooking chef slave... this lieutenant is in a bagel sort of mood." Yamada did the smart thing and ran off to get a bagel and some coffee... preferably coffee with either some tranquilliser in it or some cyanide. Both would stop the awoken dragon, so both methods were fine with Yamada.
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Team Ichigo left later that day with an extra team member added to the group. After lunch when everyone was significantly more clear headed and less likely to want to kill one another, it was decided that it would be best to set sail sooner rather than later. Even stopping for the party had been a bit of a risky move. "Who knows how long Soul Society has until the World Government learns of it." thought a much more sober Rukia when the crew were deciding when to leave. "We need as much reconnaissance done as soon as possible."
As such, the group left after the Strawhats did. The group led by Luffy had left earlier in the morningwith most of the inhabitants of Cocoyasi's pocket change. This reminded Rukia off her lost money that she stole off Chad, which led to her fuming for a while afterwards.
The rest of the day passed by like normal, with Rukia reading in the library, Uryu sleeping, Chad sparring with Yamada and Ichigo training with Uryu.
"God damn it!" yelled Ichigo after he failed to materialise more than a few strands of Reshi. "Why can't I make a god damn bow!"
"Urahara still has not returned my spare equipment yet," began Uryu as he explained why Ichigo was failing for the seventh time that day. "you may also be unsuited towards summoning bows and arrows. You could have a speciality for pistols, swords, crossbows. No need to worry about that though until that shopkeeper gets off his ass."
"Why do I need this shit again!" roared Ichigo angrily.
Uryu sighed, preparing his specially made speech for dummies who like causing wide spread damage to explain this situation. "Remember your final release..."
"Yeeaaaaahhh."
"Remember how destructive it was..."
"Yeeaaaaahhh."
"Remember how powerful a Quincy Vollstandig was when used..."
"Yeeaaaaahhh."
"Imagine if you combined your final form with a Vollstandig... then fired off some super powerful energy swords everywhere. Do some stuff like Ulquiorra's super energy spear, y'know. Think of how destructive that would be."
"Veeerrrrrryyy!"
"Want to learn rubbish Quincy stuff now?"
"Hell yeah! Screw Kido training! Super powered Quincy stuff all the way!"
"Hypocrite."
"Shut it Ishida!"
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Over the next five days Yamada fell into an average routine as well. Up early for breakfast, use that new fangled "TEEEEE VEEEEE" thing in the morning ("Seriously, what a cool thing! You press a button and a small red light appears in the bottom right corner of it, that is pretty cool!") prepare lunch, training with Chad and Ichigo, dinner, hang out with the others. Quite quickly the left over hate in the fruit eaters body faded away, leaving behind a relatively fun guy to hang around with, admittedly a fun guy to hang around with who has social issues but still. Yamada decided that being revenge driven was boring and that it was more fun not to be a self hating emo prick.
Elsewhere, Sasuke Uchiha sneezed, before returning to inwardly monologuing about how hard it was for him to have so many fan girls.
Shinji from Evangellion also sneezed inside his cockpit. He then returned to inwardly complaining about his terrible family issues and contemplated running away like a sissy.
Shinn Asuka, in a completely different dimension, suddenly experienced a sneezing fit while sitting in his own giant robot. He had the sudden urge to yell "EMO OFF!"
He ignored that urge however. In the end only Sasuke and Shinji had an emo off that day, the sissiest emo off that had ever occurred in the history of anime. No one won though. The writer butted in and told them that they were both equally depressing and that they should piss off because they were taking the focus of the story away from the plot and bringing it onto their own crappy egos.
Back with the plot, Rukia had a revelation for the group the next morning over breakfast.
"Wait... what?"
"You have a bounty." Rukia practically slammed a sheet of paper onto the dinner table. Everyone raised an eyebrow.
"Where did you get that?"
"I have a certain seagull sending me the occasional newspaper. Just look at the thing carrot top!"
Ichigo looked at it. It was a picture off him holding his unreleased blade in front of him, just before blowing up Arlong Park. The words at the top read "Wanted" whereas below the picture in bold black it read
Dead Or Alive
Ichigo Kurosaki
$48,000,000
The "Spirit Cutter"
Relatively new pirate to the scene. Reported attempts at property damage towards a Marine base, property damage to civilian areas, assault on a Marine official, disregard to attempts at capture as well as having defeated significant foes. (Such as Arlong the Saw as well as drawing with Vice Admiral Strawberry) Reports state that he may have originated from a second Wano Country, geographical location currently unknown. Exercise caution within range of this individual. Is skilled with swords, Haki and had an unknown energy technique which levelled a large area.
"Wow..." said Ichigo. "...that's pretty cool actually! I mean, oh no! A bounty!"
"Shut up strawberry!" roared Rukia. "We were supposed to be subtle for this mission! Study the enemy and report back! That was allllll we had to do!"
"Urahara said we could do what we wanted while on this trip."
"THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!" she groaned out loud, irritated at having a wanted man on the ship. "This brings unneeded attention to us. A fresh rookie with a 48 million bounty is a BIG thing! Not quite big enough to have the whole Military after us, but enough to bring us the attention of unneeded hunters!"
"Not really," began Yamada sheepishly. "I was a bounty hunter back in the day, a bounty doesn't mean that someone will come after you. Other factors contribute. For example, we are in East Blue right now, no idiot would be mad enough to try and take out Ichigo here... 48 is simply too high for a bounty hunter to handle end off while still in the weakest sea."
"Exactly!" agreed Ichigo.
"Won't this be null and void when we reach the Grand Line?" asked Uryu doubtfully.
"True, but it won't matter then. In Paradise any and all pirates will be captured, regardless of if they have a bounty or not. If anything, high bounties will keep other pirates from messing with you and believe me when I say that keeping the other pirates weary is more important than staying anomalous. You're doing a info gathering mission, right? Then it don't matter if you get a bounty early or not, you will get pinned one later anyway if you are some sort of representation of this new Wano Country you lot come from."
"That makes sense!" Agreed Orihime with vigour. "Having a bounty makes us all better pirates anyway!"
"Not pirates." muttered Uryu.
"Shut it Ishida,"said Ichigo reluctantly. "We have already been pinned as pirates by the Marines, nothing short of the word of god would change their minds about us."
"And said word of god would have to be pretty damn convincing at that." agreed Yamada as he nodded his head sagely. "The World Government never backs down."
"Right! We may as well make it official and give ourselves a proper name and flag so that when the Marines chase after us they have a name to curse."
"We should totally be the badass pirates!" suggested Orihime.
"Nah, that sucks!" countered Ichigo.
"Yeah! Saying we're badass won't actually turn us into badasses!" agreed Rukia.
"What about the Protector Pirates?" was Chad's suggestion.
"Possibly," Rukia nodded her head thoughtfully. "Ichigo is a bit of a protecting nut. Then again, that might make other people think that we're all pushover's. Its false advertising if anything."
"Moon Slayers?" offered up Ichigo.
"Pretentious." retorted Chad.
"I kicked the Quincy emperor's ass along with Kyoraku and dad, I have the right to be pretentious. Hell, I can be down right blasphemous considering I kicked Aizen's ass with Mugetsu a while back, he was pretty much a god at that time."
"Heaven Strikers?"
"Still a bit pretentious... if not more so than the previous suggestion."
"Quiet Chad!" began Yamada. "I'm having a sudden burst of inspiration... perhaps we could be the Titan Pirates."
"Titan Pirates?" questioned Orihime.
"Why not? As far as I can tell we're all pretty tough in our own ways. How much tougher can you get than Titan's?"
"What about... the Reaper Pirates." offered up Rukia as she clicked her fingers to symbolise her sudden revelation.
"I can work with that." remarked Ichigo with a smirk.
"Pretentious." disagreed Chad.
"Yeah!" countered Orihime. "Not all of us are like you and Ichigo."
"Yeah, but even you Chad and Uryu deal in the same sort of issues as us." Ichigo tried to dance round the issue of Soul Society very carefully. It was decided that Yamada would learn about who they actually were eventually but for the near future it would be safer not to reveal the existence of Shinigami. "We can all pretty much guarantee that anyone who fights us will die, so why not?"
"Fine." Orihime groaned as she gave in.
"I can put up with it." conceded Chad.
"I don't get what it symbolises but Reapers are pretty cool, so hell yeah!" Yamada bumped his fists together. "Lets do this shit!"
"Totally agree on this one." agreed Rukia.
"I dislike having to be associated with a group called the "Reapers". It goes against what little pride I have left." Uryu scowled. Accepting a title like Reaper was pretty much a kick to the balls of what little Quincy pride Uryu had left. He may have abandoned his pride to stand by his friends in the Vandenreich war but that didn't mean he was just going to roll over and accept that he had been tossed out of the group calling themselves the Quincy forever, by throwing away the last of his pride over something as simple as a crew name.
Ichigo sealed the deal with a single sentence. "If you agree with us on the name, you can design the pirate flag."
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"... You have a deal Kurosaki... I get full control over the design and creation of it, correct."
"Yeah, do what you want with it." Uryu Ishida ran out the room in a blur of what could only be called fashionista. He had his Quincy pride... and then he had his sewers pride. Guess what Uryu had been more proud of during the last few years?
"Reaper Pirates it is then." Ichigo smirked.
"Next stop." Rukia pulled a map out from under the table. She unrolled it and placed it on an area of wood where there was no food goods obscuring it from view. "Here!" she pointed to a single island near the south west of the map. "This place is known as the town of the beginning and the end, Loguetown!"
"Beginning and the end?" asked a curious Orihime.
"I'll explain." said Yamada. "The previous Pirate King Gol D. Roger was born here and was later executed here. This was also where the great age of pirates first started, when good old Roger challenged the world to find his treasure upon his death bed. Thus beginnings and endings, logue as in epilogue and prologue."
"Thank you for interrupting Mr Know It All." complained Rukia. "He was correct though, an important historical figure took his last breath there. Following in with the trend, we shall stock up there to begin our journey. I know that the Strawhats will be there too for a while."
"Might be nice to see those idiots again." said a smiling Yamada. "We can reminisce about good times... like punching a certain fishman in the face."
"You're nearly as violent as me now." remarked Chad.
"And I'm soon to follow... curse your bad influence on me!" Uryu ran inside as he said this, began to sob into Chad's chest in a very manly way, wiped his eyes, then ran off outside to get back to manly tasks such as sewing and fabric designing.
"Back to work guys." said Ichigo reluctantly. "If we want to get there before word on us does, we should get sailing using the Spiritual Engine and keep an eye out for trouble."
"Got it!" agreed the crew, following their captain's orders.
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Two days later, Ichigo excused himself from a training session with Chad because they both felt an extra spiritual presence on the ship and the captain had been nominated to deal with it. Ichigo had no idea why someone like Rukia hadn't dealt with it yet, so the substitute decided to confront the small spiritual presence himself due to the laziness of the others.
He walked to the empty upper deck and called out loud enough for anyone watching to hear. "HEY... who ever is spying on us, come on out!"
A woman walked casually over to the reaper. "Hmmmm... you found me out pretty quickly Mr Ichigo."
"I could sense you." was all Ichigo said. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing on my ship?" he scrutinised the woman. She was tall and slender, with shoulder length dark black hair which framed her piercing intelligent blue eyes. Her attire consisted off a purple cowgirl style theme, with matching boots and a hat helping to pull the look off.
"You can call me... Miss All Sunday."
"Stupid name."
"Isn't it? The boss likes theatrics though."
"We can agree on something then." Ichigo gave a slight smile before reverting back to his frequently used scowl. "What do you want? Your not here for a chat are you."
"You're right, I'm not." Miss All Sunday gave the reaper a wide smile. "A... certain organisation is interested in recruiting someone of your prestige combat ability."
"Don't care." responded Ichigo. "Find someone else."
"Now now Mr Ichigo, it would annoy my leader if someone of your talent ignored his summons. Its not everyday that a complete rookie is offered 48 million for a capture you know."
"I don't care, tell your boss I refuse."
"Are you sure?" asked Ichigo. "He is VERY influential you know. Soon he will have his own country under his thumb. Think of all the assistance you could be offered as a pirate backed by a Shichibukai... declining would be a very bad move. " Ichigo briefly considered it, the Shichibukai were pretty important people or something. Then again, being a lackey never appealed to the substitute Shinigami.
"I don't need friends in high places."
"You can spend time with a woman such as myself too if you agree." she leant forwards just enough to give the bashful teen a quick glance at her noticeable assets.
"Your not my type." Ichigo turned away and blushed. "Its like Yoruchi all over again... except she was naked and this chicks not."
"Come on, I took care of a few CP4 agents sent after you. They could have made your day a pain."
"Yeah, but you are making my day a pain!" the mysterious woman laughed.
"It appears negotiations have failed." said the agent finally.
"Exactly," agreed Ichigo. "Now get the hell of my ship."
"Very well then." Miss Sunday walked to the edge of the deck, then jumped. Ichigo noted that she landed on a carriage attached to a giant turtle smoking a cigar. He chose to ignore this new piece of madness in is life, it would only give him a migraine later on if he took notice of every messed up thing he had seen since this damn adventure had begun. "Just remember!" called the older woman. "Baroque Works has its eye on you. Let us know if you ever need a job!"
The turtle began to swim, dragging Miss All Sunday away with it.
Ichigo walked back to Chad.
"Who was it Ichigo?"
"A chick wanting me to join some sort of evil organisation."
"Think we'll ever see her again?"
"Doubt it." Ichigo settled into his average street fighting style. "Back to punching each other in the face." the two friend spent the rest of the afternoon punching each other in the face.
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Four days later, the Reaper Pirates received an unusual guest.
"Who the hell is that?" asked Ichigo as he pointed out to the ocean.
"You mean that guy on that crappy raft?" replied Rukia, looking at said raft in question. She noted that it had the general look of a coffin, which in itself was slightly ominous. It appeared to be sailing in the same general direction as themselves.
"Yeah... think he's in trouble."
"Even if he was in trouble, do you think he would want pirates to help him?"
"What's going on!?" asked Uryu with a yawn as he came down from his sleeping quarters. "Shouldn't you be sailing?"
"We should be." agreed Chad with a slight nod.
"Relax," said Ichigo, waving away the issue. "Yamada's on wheel right now, he'll finish dinner later."
"Kurosaki, what is going on?"
"We are determining whether we should offer assistance to a random passing by raft or not."
"The choice is being taken out of our hands..." remarked Uryu "... the guys coming towards us."
Slowly the coffin raft drew nearer, bringing the man in question riding it clearer into view. With his Shinigami enhanced eyesight Ichigo could spot the man quite easily. He was standing up which revealed that he was quite tall and lean. His outfit (A red and black ornate coloured open shirt with white pants, topped off with a wide brimmed dark hat with a large plume) gave him the appearance of a Spanish swordsman. A large gold cross appeared to be on his back.
The raft/coffin drew ever closer, until it drew up alongside the ship. Chad was sent off to stop the ship for a bit.
The man looked up towards the group with eyes befitting of a hawk and spoke clearly. "I saw you staring at me... do you have a problem?" the man appeared hostile, or at least tense.
"No," responded Ichigo with a shrug. "me and my friends here just saw you and wondered if you needed assistance or something. I mean, a raft like that don't really look suited towards sailing."
"Care to repeat that?" spoke the man confidently.
"All right then, your coffin boat looked a little unsea worthy. I just wondered if you would be fine on your own." both the hawk eyed man and Ichigo were silent for a few moments afterwards.
"Who are you?" he spoke. "You speak without fear, without any signs of respect. What is your name boy?"
"Hey!" argued Ichigo. "Its Kurosaki Ichigo, not "Boy". So who the hell are you?"
"I am Dracule Mihawk." he paused for a few moments for the shock to wear in. Team Ichigo weren't shocked.
"Cool name." said Ichigo. "Better than mine at least, it means 15."
"Most in your position would tremble in fear at this point."
"I'm not most people."
"You appear not."
Silence returned between the groups. The recently identified Miawk release a burst of killing intent, enough intent to have most people quaking in their boots. The again, Team Ichigo were used to vast pressures being exerted them and were as such unaffected.
"So then... do you need any help?"
"I shall tell you again Boy... no, I do not require assistance."
"Jeez... only asking."
Mihawk stared continuously as the group.
"I am starting to dislike you boy."
"Love you too Mihawk." Mihawk would have fumed at this point if it wouldn't break his image into pieces.
"Aaahhh!" interrupted Orihime. "Can't we all just get along?"
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"YOU LOT!" called Yamada from the kitchen area. "DINNER'S READY!"
"OOOOH!" yelled Rukia. "DINNNERRR!" she ran off inside, the novelty of edible meals had not worm thin, nor would it ever.
"Coming." Chad left as well.
"I'll leave you to deal with the pissed off psychopath." stated Uryu as he too went off to have dinner.
"Just me and you big guy." remarked Ichigo.
"I am coming very close to killing you now boy. I have slain many a man for less than this."
"Yeah yeah! Stop moaning!" Mihawk's hand went to the cross on his back. He was struggling to not cut the ship in half simply out of principle. Mihawk liked to cut ships in half with his sword, it was entertaining.
Mihawk instead put effort into his scowl. A passing rumour in the South Blue was that Mihawk could make someone shit themselves simply by staring at them. The rumour wasn't false.
Because Ichigo did not shit himself, this pissed off Mihawk even more. Only three things amused the strongest swordsman in the world. Good fights with other swordsmen, cutting ships in half and making people shit themselves.
"Can you stop staring daggers at me." sighed Ichigo. "Look... I'm really hungry right now. If you're starting something could you wait until I've finished eating."
"Is that a challenge." glared Mihawk. "I gladly accept."
"As do I... after dinner of course." Ichigo turned round and began to walk towards the door which led to the inside of the ship. Mihawk continued to glare. "What?! Do you want some damn food too or something?!"
"... Food would quench my anger temporarily until our duel." Only three things amused the strngest swordsman in the world. Good fights with other swordsmen, cutting ships in half and making people shit themselves. He liked but two things though. Red wine and good food.
"If their chef is adequate, perhaps I may spare their ship from destruction and only kill the boy."
"Fine... time to feed the coffin hobo. Come on inside." Mihawk left his ship and in one jump leapt onto the Midnight Cutter. He followed the Substitute Shinigami inside.
AN- Yep... Ichigo's pissed off another important person. He really seems to have a habit of doing so. I mean, he pisses off Uryu, Renji, Byakuya, Grimmjow, Ulqiorra, that weird Spanish Arrancar, the entire Japanese yakuza of Karakura Town, Aizen, Ginjo, his inner hollow. Did Ichigo NOT piss anyone off?
All I can say is that Ichigo is going to step on a lot of toes in my story. I debated putting the Mihawk fight scene in this chapter but couldn't be bothered.
Another thing, just had a look at the new manga chapters on Bleach Wiki. Three shitty things came to my attention. One, Ichigo must say goodbye to Zangetsu, two, Zangetsu is actually Ywach and his Quincy powers while Hichigo is his Shinigami side. Three, Kubo is now pulling hit out of his arse.
Seriously, I am ignoring Kubo's latest work now. I'm keeping my story the same since it started BEFORE these new bullshit points came up. In every fanfic there comes a time when the story much branch of from canon... well guess what?
THIS IS AN AU! Things are different. If loads of characters die or something who cares? In my world the fight ended differently... very differently.
I repeat, from this point on I will ignore future canon unless I see something super cool which doesn't suck, at which point, I might include it.
Okay... rant over now!
Thanks again to all my reviewers, followers and favouriters. (You are all epic. Please continue to review and boost my ego!)
Now then, time to finish my homework... ahh homework. The bane of a fanfiction writers life. Undying Soul out!