I don't own Naruto, Bleach, or Harry Potter.
Ichigo finished his sandwich, feeling grubby. He had been avoiding his computer the whole morning. But he knew he'd have to figure out who it was. And now.
He finished eating and ran upstairs, booting up his computer. Afterwards he eventually went through the whole rigaboroll of getting on until he reached his page.
He went and decided to read one of the fanfictions his flamer had made. The writing wasn't really that good either in his opinion. Please. Okay, some occasional dialogue and good phrasing, but still.
"SwordWithoutaName…," he muttered. Who could that be? Who could that be…
He picked up his cell phone and called up Shinji. He couldn't remember his sword having a name. That made sense…that did make sense! He waited as the phone buzzed until Shinji picked up.
"What do you want strawberry…?!" Shinji drawled on the line.
"Do you…..do you have a fanfiction….?"
"A what…?"
"An account on a place called fanfiction…."
"Who do you think I am there carrot top…?!"
"What?!"
"Do you think I sound like someone to have on of those….whatchmacallit's? Whatever you said's? "
"No…"
"And you interrupted me from sleeping for this….!?"
"…"
"Bye Kurosaki," he said and the phone line clunked. Ichigo sighed. M'kay, so that was a no. Annoyed he went to the flamer's page and looked at the email. The user was….wait a sec, yes, the username for the email was indeed Kenpachi1.
"You have got to be kidding me," he said. "You have got to be kidding me." But that made sense. He had seen Kenpachi walking around with the seventh Harry Potter book in hand. "SwordWithoutaName" was obviously his since his soul sword had never spoken to him. Fanfictions for Harry Potter and Naruto….yes, it was all coinciding with one another. It made perfect sense! Kenpachi was the flamer! Ichigo quickly flipped open his phone and punched in the numbers, ramming it into his ear. "Come on…," he said in frustration.
"We are sorry, you are out of minutes, Ichigo Kurosaki. If you wish to purchase more minutes please….," but the phone was snapped shut.
"DAMN IT!" he yelled and fell on top of his bed. "The ONE time I actually NEED minutes and I DON'T have any….argh!" He punched the bed. "Stupid, n00by phone…screw it!"
He sighed in malice and fell asleep.
A/N: Right so this chapter is really short but some things came up and I can't really stay on the computer as much. I will still make this story though! The updates might be a little slower than that day though, but I'll try to get at least one or two updates a week. Sorry! Please continue reading. Thank you! -