Author's Note: Boom! Renegade's Revenge here, back with a vengeance! It's been so long! I've lost my internet connection, so I couldn't gain access to Google Docs; one of its downsides. But fear not my friends; while I've been lacking internet, I was still able to revert to WordPad to pump out this chapter. So chill, bro.
Shoutout to Firedragon: C'mon bro, you really think I'd abandon my first fanfic? I hate people that abandon a story, and then don't tell their readers that they'd done so. It just leaves the readers to lie in hope, waiting for an update that'll never come. Sadly, most of the time the stories are great.
To Damaio The End: It's all good bro. I'm glad that you apoligized. At least you're not like other people on the web, who give out hate like candy. Props to you, man :).
Chapter 10! Wow, what can I say? Thank you so much for reading and giving me pointers on this story. I'm not that deep of a person, so I can't make some awesome speech. You can just give yourselves a pat on the back :-)
Update times may be a little weird because of my lack of interwebz. But don't worry, they'll get here eventually.
I need some chocolate. I could really go for some Fererro Rocher. Or just some damn watermelon.
Disclaimer: Bleach, its story, and characters belong to Tite Kubo. Rosario+Vampire, its story, and characters belong to Akihisa Ikeda. I wish I could draw like they do. Seriously, they are able to pump out kick-ass drawings every week, while it takes me days to be satisfied with a basic outline.
"Regular Speech"
'Thoughts'
Sounds
'Zangetsu/Inner Hollow/Ura Moka'
"Hollow/Demon Talking"
You don't want to know how many times I edited this chapter. Lets just say, a little over a dozen.
Chapter 10: Super Acceleration
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Ichigo groaned groggily, turning over in his bed with his pillow over his ears. 'Just a few...more...minutes...' he thought, drifting off into sleepy-land again.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP**BEEP*
His fists tightened around the ends of the pillow, squeezing it to a pulp. His knuckles were white from the amount of pressure. 'Son of a...'
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEE-
He jumped off the bed and threw the clock at the wall, shattering it to bits. As the pieces fell to the ground, he felt a small feeling of satisfaction drop down to his stomach. Then that feeling was followed closely by recognition of what he'd just done; he had just broken school property. He let the thought wash over him as he scooped up the device, knowing it was beyond repair.
Eh, big deal.
The teenager stretched his arms high above his head, giving a hearty yawn. He whipped out the phone that Urahara gave him; 6:31. He scowled, tossing the phone onto the bed. Why the hell was his alarm set so early? He paused as he heard footsteps in the hallways, accompanied by many other groans and murmurs. Apparently, this was the typical time for this school.
Ichigo opened the door to the hall, eyeing the many tired and grouchy students. They were all headed for a room titled, Boy's Locker Room. He scrunched his nose; some of these guys could use a damn shower. He ran a hand through his greasy hair; himself included. He turned away from the hallway for a moment, and dug through his duffel bag. After retrieving his towel, toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, he proceded to head out to the locker room.
It was a pretty nice place. White walls bordered the room, while pale-blue tiles made up the floor. The room was arranged like so: sinks with mirrors made up the northernmost wall, and the showers were separated from the main room by a wall. There was a small doorway that led to them, thankfully. In the back of the room, the wall was lined with lockers that went from the floor to the ceiling. Dead in the middle, was the door to the hallway, which Ichigo emerged from.
He glanced around at the room: not bad. There was a very 'Hospital' atmosphere in the room, probably from all the whiteness. Boys were spread throughout the room, just going along with their own routine. A low mist was rolling over the tiled floor, courtesy of the hot water streaming out of the shower heads. Now Ichigo was smiling: good shit. He threw his things into a nearby locker, and hasted into the showers.
He rested his towel on a bench, before approaching a shower stall. Turning the handle, Ichigo stiffened and swore as the water came out cold. Eventually, it got warmer and warmer, finally getting hot enough to meet the strawberry's taste. The shinigami tore off his sleeping garments and the bandage on his arm, revealing the remains of his cut. It wasn't serious; it should be fully healed before the week was over. He tossed the bandage aside, now giving the shower his full attention.
He let the water run through his hair, and down his body. The water flowed down like a stream, carrying off all of his dried sweat. He looked around, finally spotting the soap and wash cloth. After rubbing the soap against the rag, he scrubbed off any remaining grunge off his body. Done scrubbing, he let the water wash the suds off. Then, he proceeded to shampoo and condition his hair.
Ichigo lathered the two liquids into his hair, making sure to cover every strand. He scrubbed and scrubbed, before rinsing the grime out. He sighed, that felt great! After he shut off the water and stepped out of the stall, he went to the bench and snatched his towel, wrapping it firmly around his waist. Tiny water droplets hung all over his body, stretching out over his muscle and abs. His hair was also soaked, though he didn't bother to try and dry himself off. Instead, he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and walked to one of the sinks. He chose one next to a small black-haired boy, who looked oddly familiar.
The shinigami turned the knob, soaking the toothbrush before spreading toothpaste on it. As he brushed his teeth, out of the corner of his eye he noticed the black-haired boy reading a letter. The boy seemed really out of it, his eyes not moving; just staring into the medley of ink. Ichigo spat into the sink, before rinsing his mouth. He wiped his hands on his towel, before calling out to the boy.
"Oi, you okay?" The boy jumped, folding the letter and tucking it away. He turned to Ichigo with wide eyes, which quickly relaxed upon seeing him.
"Oh, it's just you Kurosaki-san."
Ichigo suddenly remembered the boy's name; Tsukune. He rubbed his neck, slightly embarrassed that he forgot his name.
"So, whatcha reading there? You seem nostalgic." Ichigo asked. Tsukune's face reddened slightly.
"Oh, um, it's just a letter from my parents. No big deal," he added.
Ichigo raised his eyebrow. "Seems like a big deal to me. You're so wrapped up in that letter you didn't even notice your towel slipping." Tsukune yelped, realizing that his towel was about to fall. He tightened it, before whispering a quick 'thanks' to Ichigo.
"Heh, no problem." Ichigo couldn't think of what to say next, when an idea came into his head. He glanced around, ensuring that nobody was eavesdropping, before returning his gaze towards Tsukune.
"So, what kind of monster are you?" Tsukune, who was brushing his teeth, choked on the toothpaste. Ichigo patted his back as he stood there, coughing.
"W-*cough*-what? Kurosaki-san, you know telling others your true identity is against the rules, right?"
Ichigo frowned. "Oh, is that so? What kind of rule is that?"
Tsukune shrugged. "It's because-uhh-the teachers want us to remain in our human forms. So we don't slip up in the human world!" Ichigo scratched the back of his head, thinking. That was a pretty good reason; it would be bad if somebody spotted a random tail, or a long tongue. However, that wouldn't stop him from further questioning the other teen.
"C'mon, what's the harm in just telling me? Nobody else will know..." Tsukune refused to elaborate anymore, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, a single black bang straying from the rest of his hair. He couldn't just tell Ichigo his identity as a human. To do so would put not only himself, but Moka in danger.
And Moka was not worth losing for some other guy's curiousity. Besides, he didn't even know that much about Ichigo. The said Ichigo was now looking away, resigned to the fact that Tsukune wasn't letting up.
"Oh well then. See you later, Tsukune." Tsukune waved in reply, before flipping open his letter again. The human in disguise sighed; sometimes, just sometimes-
He wondered if he wanted to return home. Then he'd remember:
Not without Moka. Never without her...
xXx
Ichigo shut the door to his room, afterwards letting his towel fall to the ground. He slipped a pair of boxers over his legs, before stepping into his school pants. He gave a small frown; he didn't like the uniforms. They were far from his style, and given the choice, he would pick Karakura High's uniform any day. He slid his arms into the sleeves of the shirt, and buttoned the top three buttons as his stomach growled.
'Man, I'm hungry.' he mentally groaned. 'Let's go see what they serve for breakfast.' With his mind made up, he grabbed his bag (completely ignoring the school jacket), jumped in his shoes, and left the room. He turned to his right, towards the exit, and kicked open the dorm door. Stepping out, the shinigami was surprised to meet a large crowd of boys. They were all gathered in a circle in the middle of the hallway, around something. He pushed some aside, wanting to see what the commotion was all about.
He did not expect to see Moka in the middle of the mess.
She was already dressed, and all around her were boys. They were each asking her things, like 'Wanna go out?' and 'Can I have your number?'. All the while, Moka stared down at the floor, holding her small bag with both hands. Ichigo scowled, before pushing aside some more of the boys to speak with her.
"Oi, Moka!" he called. "What're you doing here? I thought you'd be with other girls." Moka looked up, relieved to hear a familiar voice, and her cheeks turned a light scarlet tint.
"Hmm? Hey, what's wrong?" Ichigo asked, waving a hand in front of her eyes. Moka raised a finger, directing it to his chest.
"Th-that." she stuttered. Ichigo glanced down, and realized why she was so nervous; he'd forgotten to button the rest of his shirt, so most of his bare chest was open. Light rained down upon the hard muscle, like stone chiseled into the side of a mountain. His toned skin gleamed in the light, and Ichigo flushed a little.
"Oh, sorry about that." he said, hastily buttoning the rest. He eyed the many boys still gathered around them, and said, "Beat it." They shrieked and scattered, leaving the strawberry alone with the vampire.
"Thanks, Kurosaki-kun." Moka breathed, running a hand through her long hair. "I was waiting for Tsukune-kun in the forest like I usually do, but he never came. I came here to see if anything was wrong."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow, leaning against the wall.
"You were waiting in the forest? Why would you wait there? I couldn't think of a worse place to meet up." he finished bluntly. Moka puffed out her cheeks, crossing her arms.
"It's where we meet everyday. I wait for him, and we go get breakfast together." At the mention of breakfast, Ichigo's stomach decided to demonstrate a whale's mating call. It groaned and grumbled, much to the embarrassment of Ichigo and the surprise of Moka. She looked at Ichigo with an accusing glare, which he looked away from, flushed.
"Kurosaki-kun..." Moka started. "Have you been hungry this entire time, and haven't even bothered to tell me?" The strawberry turned back to the girl, a little heat remaining in his face.
"Ahh, sorry about that. What do they have to eat in this joint?" He asked. Moka shook her head, instead choosing to grab his arm and smile. There was an excited gleam in her emerald eyes, that were pratcically pumped for some reason.
"Why tell you when I can show you?" she squealed, excited. "We can wait for Tsukune-kun, and then go eat together!" Ichigo shook his head, trying to shake the vampire off his arm, but to no avail.
"Umm, I'd rather eat now, Moka." he stated. "Tsukune's going to be a while; he's all caught up in some letter from his parents." At this, Moka gasped and let go of his arm, much to the strawberry's relief.
"Oh, that explains it!" Moka blurted out, smacking a hand to her forehead in realization. "Once every week or two, Tsukune-kun gets a letter from his parents. He goes straight to the school instead of entering the forest. We probably just missed him," she shrugged, disappointed.
"Oh well, guess it can't be helped." said Ichigo, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor. "Can we just eat now? I'm starving." Moka sent him a dirty look, waving her finger in a lecturing manner.
"Kurosaki-kun, patience is a virtue. And yes, we can go. C'mon!" She grabbed the strawberry's hand and shot off like a rocket. Ichigo had this weird feeling of dejá vú; didn't she just do this the day before? Despite the injury on her thigh, Moka didn't miss a beat as she ran. They flew away from the boy's dorm, and down a flight of stairs. Unbeknownst to the vampire, she was now transporting a bruised strawberry, as he had hit every stair she pulled him through. They continued like this for a while, until she finally stopped at a set of doors.
"Yay! We're almost there. We just need to get to the cafeteria and then- Kurosaki-kun, what happened?!" she shrieked. Ichigo lay on the floor beside her in a daze, slightly bruised and with a cut lip. He groaned and sat up, wearing an amused expression.
"Jeez Moka, you sure are strong." he chuckled. Moka kneeled down beside him, a concerned expression on her face.
"Are you alrigh-oh..." she trailed off. The sweet, tangy aroma of his blood had just reached her nostrils. It's tempting embrace threatened to take a hold of her. She closed her eyes, doing everything possible to resist her bloodthirsty nature. But his blood was right there, so close...
"It's just a few bumps and bruises, don't worry about it." Ichigo said, rising to his feet. He extended a hand to the vampire, which she promptly accepted. He pulled her up, before glancing around.
"Where do we go now?" he asked. Moka took a few breaths, relieved that she didn't use the strawberry as a meal, and said:
"We're almost at the cafeteria. This room is a shortcut. Let's go, Kurosaki-kun." She grabbed his hand and tried to walk, but was surprised when he held back. She looked at him inquiringly.
"Kurosaki-kun? What's wro-"
"Stop calling me that." Ichigo grunted. "It feels weird. Try just calling me Ichigo, okay?" Moka blinked, before she registered what he was saying.
"Umm...Ichigo." she said. Ichigo gave a small smirk, relieved.
"There you go, much better. Now, let's get moving before class starts."
Moka nodded and led him through the room. They had to weave around several desks, and over a really nasty looking puddle, before reaching the other side. Ichigo gave a long breath, relieved. Finally, he was going to get some food in his stomach! They quickly went to the counter, and looked up at the menu. Ichigo grabbed a croissant with two hashbrowns, while Moka chose a can of tomato juice.
They sat at a table for two. While Ichigo began to eat his croissant, Moka was busy drinking her tomato stuff. She mentally sighed; That was a close one. I almost bit Kurosaki-er, Ichi-kun's neck. I need to control my hunger better...
Ichigo sighed contently, stifling a burp; that was great! He washed down the croissant with a cup of orange juice, and afterwards ate a hashbrown. He was about to eat the second one, when he noticed that Moka had barely grabbed anything at all.
She doesn't seem like the type of chick who'd worry too much about her body, he thought. Besides, she's fit enough as it is! Why would she just grab a can of tomato juice and nothing else? He decided to figure it out for himself.
"Hey, why aren't you eating anything?" he asked the girl in front of him. Moka glanced up from the drink she had, a blank expression on her face.
"Hmm? What are you talking about, I have this, see?" She shook the now empty can of tomato juice in front of the shinigami. Ichigo plucked it out of her hands and chucked it to the side, much to the annoyance of the school janitor.
"That is barely anything. Besides," he deadpanned, "It's a drink. Not food." He took his last hashbrown in one hand, while with the other, opened up Moka's hand. He placed the hashbrown in the palm of her hand, afterwards closing her fingers around it in a tight embrace.
Meanwhile, Moka was blushing brightly; his hand was so warm! She wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this, but at the moment, she was too weak to resist. She could feel the rough texture of his skin, hovering over her own, supple flesh. It was almost enough to give her goosebumps, and she could feel a bit more heat rise up to her cheeks.
Ichigo, unaware of her behavior, lifted the hand to her mouth. Her plump lips, which she had shut tightly, refused to open.
"C'mon, open up." he teased. "It's not poisoned, y'know." Moka's bright emerald eyes laughed, and she separated her lips just enough for the strawberry to insert the hashbrown. She nibbled a bit on the tip(1), before taking a large bite. She swallowed and paused, before pulling her hand away from Ichigo's grasp and eating the rest herself.
"Haha, there you go." Ichigo flashed a rare smile at the girl before him. "Wasn't bad, was it?"
Moka shook her head, slightly taken aback by the strawberry's smile. "Thank you, Ichi-kun."
Ichigo raised a rich eyebrow, "Ichi-kun? Well, I'll take that over Kurosaki-kun anyday. At least you're easier to convince than Orihime." Moka politely chuckled, with no clue as to who this 'Orihime' was. Their nice little meeting was interrupted when suddenly, one of the speakers blared a bell tone.
"Two minutes until first period!" The speaker beeped before shutting off. Moka stood up abruptly, followed closely by Ichigo.
"Wow, time already?" Moka exclaimed. "Time sure flies! Let's go Ichi-kun, before we're late!" She grabbed the shinigami's hand and began to run, when Ichigo suddenly pulled his hand out of her grasp.
"Moka, wait!" Ichigo waved the girl over. "We'll never make it on time if we run through the entire school! We need to cut through the courtyard: now." He wrapped an arm around the young vampire's waist, much to her surprise and embarrassment.
"Sorry about this." Ichigo whispered, before picking up the girl bridal style. Moka yelped and, instinctively, wrapped her arms around the shinigami's neck. Ichigo ran to a nearby window that led into the courtyard, opening it. Making sure that there was nobody who'd take notice of him, he quickly flash-stepped to the base of a large oak tree.
'I freakin' love being able to use my powers in a normal body,' he thought. 'A lot more convenient than switching with Kon.' He landed crouched with Moka spread across his arms. She seemed really dizzy, probably due to his super fast speed. If she got that dizzy from a shunpo in shikai form, Ichigo could only imagine how she'd be if she faced his Bankai shunpo speed. He patted her cheeks a couple times, trying to get some sense into her.
"Hey, get yourself together! We need to get to-" He was interrupted by the voice of another.
"My my, what do we have here?" said a deep, masculine voice. Ichigo swung his head to where the voice had come from, but there was nothing to be seen.
"Did this young man just do something really inappropriate with that girl?" the voice chuckled. "You seemed to have done a good job of it, too. Look at how dizzy she is!"
Ichigo swung his head to the other side; just grass and air. Where was this voice coming from?
"Ichigo, you need to do that with me sometime." the voice purred. Ichigo immediately caught on to the owner of the voice:
"Yoruichi?" he asked, tentatively.
"Mmmhmm?" the voice replied.
"Where the hell are you? And why are you here?" Ichigo exclaimed. He heard a rustle of leaves, and managed to see some green leaves scattered in the air.
"Up here, dummy."
Ichigo looked up, and sure enough; there she, er, he, umm, it was. Yoruichi hung from the top of a branch, licking her paw patiently. A big yellow eye glanced lazily at the shinigami, before flicking closed again.
"It was about time you found me." The cat licked its paw one last time, before landing gracefully on the ground beside Ichigo and Moka. Yoruichi padded over to the teens, choosing to lay down on Moka's chest.
"Wow, it's sooo much more comfortable right here." she proclaimed, resting both of her forepaws on Moka's breasts. "And these make excellent paw-pillows. Excellent choice, Ichigo, though I didn't expect a gift."
Moka, who had just recovered from her dizzyness, raised her head to the animal on her chest. Her bright green eyes looked over the cat's elegant black fur, before resting on the cat's golden orbs. It meowed, the sweet sound floating across Moka's ears. She squealed and sat up, wrapping Yoruichi in a tight embrace. The cat screeched and tried to wiggle out of the girl's grasp, but to no avail.
"Aww, Ichi-kun look at this! Isn't he just adorable!?" she squealed. "We need to name him something. How about, Mr. Snuggums? Oh wait, how about Cutesie-wootsies?" As she continued to list off names, Ichigo was trying to contain his amusement. He grinned as he watched Yoruichi continuing to struggle against the vampire, meowing and hissing all the while.
"Oh, here it is! The perfect name!" Moka held out the cat with her hands tucked under its arms. "I shall name you: Squishy! And you'll be my little Squishy 3(2)" The newly named Squishy was again hugged by Moka, and Ichigo finally couldn't contain it anymore. He laughed, and he laughed long and hard. Eventually, he had to wipe a tear from his eye before it escaped.
"Ahh haaah, Yoruichi," Ichigo breathed, struggling to regain composure. "Tell me, why're you here? And are you alone?" Moka gave Ichigo a questioning look, wondering if he had gone loco. MUCH to her surprise, 'Squishy' began to talk.
"I'm here because Kisuke told me to arrive ahead of time!" Her small paws were dangling beneath her, attempting to reach the ground. Luckily, as soon as the cat had begun to speak, Moka had let go and backed away, shocked. Yoruichi shook her body around, flattening her fur. "And it's Yoruichi to you, not Squishy." She deadpanned to the vampire.
The ex-shinigami captain turned back to Ichigo, with a small gleam in her eye.
"And for your next question: no, I did not come alone." She stopped at that, instead taking interest in a rather peculiar leaf that fluttered nearby.
"Oh, so somebody came with you then? Who is it, Ishida? Chad? Orihi-"
He was cut off by a small noise. He looked around, even turning around in his search for the noise. Finding nothing, he just sighed and looked at the clouds above him.
But they were blocked by a small shadow. Ichigo squinted his eyes, struggling to see through the sun's rays. To his great surprise, the shadow was getting bigger with each passing second. Finally, he managed to make out a couple of things: one, was a swampy green color. Two, there was this bizarre skull on top of a-little girl's head?!
"N-Nel?!" Ichigo exclaimed.
"IIIIIITTTTTTTSSSSSYYYYGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOO" screamed the tiny arrancar. She curled up into a ball, and her speed practically exploded.
"SUPER ACCELERATION!" Nel yelled, sending her plummeting into a bewildered Ichigo's stomach. The two crashed into the ground, sending up dust all around them. Moka squeaked and covered her eyes, while Yoruichi yowled and returned to the safety of her tree.
(1) If you had something sick in your mind during this part, then you need some therapy. Lol
(2) If anybody recognizes where the name is originally from, then you are awesome. Knuckle, bro!
So, I promised a basic description of the Nisekoi/Bleach crossover, didn't I? So, here it is! (I don't plan on releasing the story soon. Unless you guys like the idea :-)
(This needs a bit of work. Please, don't steal my idea!)
Raku Ichijou and Chitoge Kirisaki have been working very hard to make their false relationship appear real, and so far: they've got everybody convinced! Everybody, that is, except for Claude. Chitoge's over-obsessive bodyguard. To counter this, Raku's father has hired an elite teenage assassin. This assassin, known simply by his alias 'Black Blossom', has been told to act not only as Raku's bodyguard, but an anti-Claude mechanism. But what Raku and his friends don't know, is that Black Blossom also has a part to play in their Promise Paradox!
So, what do you think? Idk if anybody has sent an email to the Fanfiction team. I mean, surely I'm not the only one who plans on typing a crossover between these two franchises? Then again:
I probably am.
Signing off for now,
xX:/Renegade's Revenge\:Xx
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