Well that was heartbreaking and annoying. Well, here I am and Im in no mood to talk. Blah Blah Blah. I updated The chapter if you didn't get that at all and if your lost now you now why I disclaim ownership I hate periods blah.

Ichigo jumped back at the ball of light that touched his shoulder, he shot back and his breathing and heart rate shot up. He had been hit with one to many cero's in his life to risk the ball of light.

"Well my boy, we do need to talk."

Ichigo had gotten settled in and looked around the infirmary, Minerva was getting him something better to wear than tatters and a makeshift belt. He felt nice in the full Shinigami outfit, but he hated it when it was torn up like this. It would be a great relief to him to be all dressed up back in modern and normal clothes.

He sighed at the thin rough sheets against his skin and wanted to get up to walk again. After he had been hit with the light the Minister interrupted the old man and said 'He and Dumbledore needed to talk like adults'. Bull. It wasn't Ichigo's fault that he had died when the crazy shopkeeper had killed him. He looked like a fifteen year old for a good ten and a half years, but he couldn't tell the crazy Minister that.

That would set him even farther along the path to not going home.

He heard footsteps walk through the corridor and dove beneath the covers. He really didn't want any of the students here seeing him.

A soft knock on the door and he looked over the blanket, the tight-bunned woman stood in the door and he smiled slightly at her. Minerva, he had heard or she had told him somewhere along the night, had brought back a set of clothes. She held up a easy green sweater and nodded.

"I knew this would look great with your hair"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and grabbed the sweater from her hands. He felt the rough material and slipped it over his head easily. It felt warm and homely to him in this great big castle of nothingness. It was a few hours until sunlight and he would hopefully know what was going to happen to him by then.

The sweater was slightly big on him, but it covered this palms and that was all that really mattered. It made him look like he wasn't half starved to death. he smiled as he saw the long loose jeans and internally smiled and did a small dance of joy. Rukia would know he was happy dancing internally from his blank expression, but Minerva just saw him pull the clothing over his head and lean back slightly.

"Arigatō Minerva-san" He took the rest of the clothes and pulled the curtain to get changed in privacy. He pulled on the boxers and jeans and sighed at the clothes he took off. He was now wearing a modern day clothing set out of his gigai. He would need to start carrying around an extra set of clothes for when his got destroyed. He looked like a normal plus.

Ichigo paused.

He looked like a plus! Not a Shinigami or a hollow! A plus! He almost smiled at this. He hadn't looked like a plus ever since Urahara had killed him! He snorted at that fact and rolled back the curtain. Minerva was looking at him and smiled at what the outfit looked like on him.

"I knew it would fit! Snape owes me again!" She smiled at the teenager and sat down on the bed next to him. "I can't believe I just broke into the ministry trying to get a kid out from a kidnap. That was the most fun I had had in years!"

"Congratulations." Ichigo said in a confused manor. Was that the right thing to say? Or no? Oh well. He would have a bit to learn about structures of sentences and such tonight. He began talking to Minerva about things. No war, no fights, just things.

Why where the candles not dripping wax all over the floor? Why was Magical so versatile? Why could she not bend it to her will?

Ichigo showed her holding a ball of reiatsu, the blue-black ball of light soft in the night and Ichigo played with it. Ichigo could feel the power they drained come back to him. He could feel the reiatsu they took from him slowly building back into his reserves. He slightly panicked about his Zanpakutō, but he knew he would get it. Dumbledore did break him out after all, he would know how to get into the place. All Ichigo had to do was break in and make some hell.

Making hell was his specialty. No one else could do it better.

He sighed and the ball of energy he was absently playing with burst with a loud 'pop'. He grimaced and shook his hands to get the sting out of them. It was like holding a ballon that popped. Not pleasant. Minerva was looking at the place where it popped and had her eyebrows raised high.

"What?" he asked with genuine question in his voice. Had he done something wrong?

"What was that?" She motioned to his hands and made the back and forth motion that Ichigo did to play with the ball. Ichigo looked at his hands and made another ball of reiatsu. The blu-black was small this time and Ichigo frowned at it. After all the years he spent practicing in kidō, the only thing he could do without blowing itself up was play with a ball and cero. Really. He sighed again and threw the ball into the air. He watched as Minerva studies the thing.

"You want it?" He held out the reiatsu ball to her and she takes it carefully. As soon as Ichigo lets go the ball pops again. Minerva shot her hands away from the slight pain that came from the mini explosion. Ichigo barked out a laugh and looked at Minerva's red hands. It affected her more than it affected him. But that made sense. He sighed and apologized for the small pain that he was responsible for. She shook her head sternly and made the comment that it wasn't his fault.

As Ichigo was about to respond to the comment he was called to Dumbledore's office by the greasy haired man named 'Snape'. The man had a crooked nose, like most shinigami after a faux battle, they tend to get a little messy after a while. He walked easily and saw that Snape was walking off to the side, as if Ichigo made him uncomfortable and uneasy. Ichigo respected his space. No reason to make the man more on edge then he already was.

Ichigo made it to the office and once again the password of 'Lemon Drops' was given, and once again he found himself seated next to a man that had made him captive. He sneered at the man, hatred dripping from every pore.

"Hello, Ichigo, I would like to apologize on behalf of the Ministry and all wizards alike." Dumbledore stated. He smiled warmly at the orange haired teenager and offered a lemon drop candy to the boy. Ichigo refused and glared at the man to his right.

"Gramps, I want to know why it was threatened when had access to pass on to the ground?" He asked in a formal tone. His speech was improving form his time with Minerva, but it was still garbled and lacked flow.

Dumbledore looked at a bit taken back on the fact he was called 'Gramps', but still sighed and tilted his head towards the Minister.

"We had every right to remove you and your friends from the ground, it was ministry territory and you caused an upset in out magical system. You made jinxes and working spells go a bit haywire. We put more research into you and found large power holds. We improvised." The Minister crossed his arms on his chest and leaned back in his seat. Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the two men.

"We had permission be where group was. Gotei thirteen said we could go as vacation. We went. Got attacked. Green bright pushed out of . ." Ichigo trailed off, trying to find the word to say that made more sense to Dumbledore and the Minister. His orange eyebrow furrowed and he bit his lip.

"Place" Was the only word he could come up with that fit and sounded correct. He knew 'body' would also be true, but that would make him seem stranger than he would like in this situation. Ichigo looked to the old man and saw he had the same twinkle as Ukitake had in his eyes. Ichigo could never lie to the old man now. The orange haired teenager rubbed his temple and sighed.

"Dumbledore and I have come up with some terms to get you back up to health and still not be a threat to London. You either agree to the terms or, since your still under law of the state, we can bring you back." At this the Minister smiled and his crooked teeth showed through thin cracked lips.

handIchigo glared at the Minister, his amber eyes glowing with hate, pure dislike was are on Ichigo, only seen to compete with Aizen's gaze. He looked as the fat man put out a hand to agree to the deal.

". . .What are the terms?"

Fanfiction! What did ju do!

Seesh. It said chapter ten was out, when it wasn't. Well, this used to be a larger part of chapter eight, but now Its an early update. Whoop.

From here on out it will be rough to pump these fanfics out. So I will make no promises.