I will NOT be giving Sam or Tucker or Jazz Fullbrings. Sorry, but I don't have enough experience with Fullbring powers to write them. And I know most people don't like that arc, so I don't see the need to put them.
A Quincy will be joining the crew. I will do my best to make a personality to her, and if she becomes a Mary-sue (Oh please no) I will kill her off. Its always fun to kill a main character, right?
OMG. I found the Bleach Pilot.
Mangatraders(dot)com/view/file/38709
Its so weird! But I kinda wish Bleach went that way...
I just finished Fullmetal Alchemist, and I recommend it for EVERYONE. I can not express how much its changed my outlook on life. You can watch it on Youtube, Funimation's site, and Netflix untill April 1st.
Its also why my Phantom Reaper muse has been MIA. Just need to watch more Bleach! XD
"I don't think we should be here Boss. This Amity place is haunted. Ghosts are eaten by monsters all the time here." The taller, skinnier of the ghosts said, his eyes glancing back and forth, expecting something to jump out of the darkness of the empty jewelry building.
"Yeah. This is real fun robbing and stuff, Boss. But what if that Phantom shows up?" His short, fatter friend said, just as nervous.
"Him? He's a measly punk who can't keep his nose outta other ghost's business." The leader scoffed towards his idiotic lackeys, who stopped ransacking the place to search for the Reaper who lived in this town. Time was money, and they were wasting it.
"I hear he's ruthless."
"I heard he's a Reaper who eats ghosts!"
"What? That's stupid. He just fights them and sends them back into the GZ."
"But Southerland never came back!"
"He got caught by the GIW, every knows that..."
"You know its him from his snow white hair and green eyes. Its scared most of the ghosts from even leaving the GZ."
"Did you see Skulker? He was thrown into the GZ again, defeated."
They talked back and forth, only increasing their fears and annoying the leader.
"Its all a bunch of shit. None of its real. Just fairy tails to scare us from coming here. That's why is perfect, because no other ghosts will dare to try."
The boss phased his hand into the jewelry case, and expertly removed the precious jewels from the case. He smirked.
"Like taking candy from a baby. Move out boys!" He ordered to his two followers, who hesitantly followed.
They phased through the ceiling and up onto the roof, towards the natural portal that was open nearby.
"Babies, huh? You should listen to the rumors more. It might save me the trouble of following you guys for the past hour or so."
He stood on top the building across from them. His clothes flapped in the wind, and his Zanpakutō sheath reflected off the nearby lights.
The two followers screamed. White hair, green eyes, Reaper garb. There was no doubting it. It was Phantom. And he looked pissed.
Are you sure about this?
Positive. Just repeat what I said, and aim your hands right. Concentrate, and I'll provide the power. This is number one of 99. We'll have no problems.
He scowled, but did as she told.
"Hadō Number One! Shō!"
A ball of blue energy formed in his hand, building slowly. He pushed a little more energy into it, and his hands tingled. The ball reacted by turning green and sparking violently.
The ghosts watched, and quickly fled towards the portal as the glowing ball of energy changed.
Next thing he knew was he had woken up about 3 blocks away, scorched and singed and no signs of the ghosts. His now gray hair was covered in ash.
I thought you said we'd have no problems.
Well. No more Kidō for us.
You? Giving up? That's new. Don't give up so soon. Let's try another one. It would be much easier if I could do some Kidō at least.
The offensive one almost blew us apart! But it was the offensive one, so maybe the restraining will be less of a challenge... Try the Bakudō One Sai, but don't push anything into it.
He threw his hands out, and concentrated, being careful not to push anything into it, while monitoring his energy. If he could keep from putting too much into it...
"Bakudō Number One. Sai!" He called out.
And nothing happened. No energy formed in his hands, but nothing left. He knew it was supposed to be aimed at a person, but didn't energy at least have to leave his body?
"Bakudō Number One. Sai!" He called again, with the same result.
Well. We suck at Kidō.
"Hadō Number One! Shō!" He tried the offensive one again, only for it to explode in his hands again. It was supposed to be blue, and instead came out green, every time. No matter what he did, he could not fire it, or stop it from exploding in his face. Was he using too much? Was his hands wrong? W
Ok. We suck. He finally resigned himself. He tried different positions of his hands, and not using any energy, and varying how much, but nothing changed.
But isn't every Soul Reaper supposed to be able to do Kidō? I mean, it is a Soul Reaper move.
A part of us is ghost, even if it is small. That's why we can affect ghosts, that's why you glow, and that's why you defy most rules of being a Reaper. And I assume that's why it violently reacted, or didn't react at all.
Green is the color of ectoplasm, which kinda makes sense.
His watch went off. He had 30 minutes to get ready for school, and he hurried home.
"So why am I breaking my back for this again?" He asked to Sam, regarding the back-breaking box he was carrying.
"Dude, you're not even struggling!" Tucker said, shocked.
"Point taken."
Tucker couldn't even lift it, so he was stuck with the task of carrying the box wherever Sam's whims wanted it. Friends helped friends, even if the box should have been back breaking. But how did Sam even get it to the school in the first place? It must have taken a weight lifter, or maybe a crane.
"Frogs' rights! We have to stop dissecting frogs in our school biology labs! And at today's school assembly, I'll demonstrate a humane alternative." She pointed towards the box, which Danny obediently read aloud.
"I can't believe it's not a frog cadaver." He groaned. This plan was going to require a lot of work from him, he could just tell. He loved Sam, and she was very smart. But sometimes her plans sucked just as bad as his did.
And they sucked. Bad.
Sam opened the box and pulled out a robotic frog.
"Ribbit. Please remove my three-chambered heart! Ribbit!" It robotically asked, its fake blood/slime dripping onto the floor. It was clear, and Danny really hoped it wasn't impossible to clean off the floor, because the puddle on the floor was growing larger and larger by the second.
"Sam. You're making a mess." Danny sighed.
"Aw damn it. I knew I should have stuck them in a trash bag..."
"Please tell me it will clean up. I don't need another detention from Lancer."
"Indeed you don't Fenton." The teens straighten up, as the said teacher appeared behind him.
"I suggest you clean whatever this is off the floor, Manson."
"Yes! I will get on it right now!" She dragged Tucker behind her towards the Janitor's closet, leaving him and Lancer alone.
The teacher glared at Danny. "I hope that...box won't be causing anymore trouble for you."
Said box ribbited in response, causing Lancer to raise a eyebrow, but continue. "You are getting very close to expulsion, Fenton. Please keep this in mind. You are smart, but if you keep having these...incidents, things will only get worse for you."
He gulped. "Uh, yes Mr. Lancer. I don't try to have anymore problems nor do I want them."
"Good. I don't think the school could afford another repair bill. I'll see you in my next class." The teacher continued on his way, and Danny sighed.
His warning echoed in his head. Sam and Tucker had no idea what his permanent record looked like, or his criminal record. Another ghost attack, and he could find himself in deep trouble.
But he had no intentions of telling them that.
He shifted the box to one hand, and gagged as he realized the box was now leaking, onto his clothes and floor.
Someone yelped behind him, and slipped and hit the floor, almost causing him to fall as well. Metal clanged against the floor.
He groaned, and set the box down, and turned to help out the innocent passer-by.
A girl with blond hair sat on the floor, looking quite stunned.
He offered his hand, but she ignored it and stood up by herself.
"Hey, sorry about that. Are you OK?"
The girl turned towards him, and tilted her head in thought, her eyes randomly moving, not stopping on anything and never making eye contact. Recognition flashed across her face, and she frowned, then faked a smile. "I'm fine, really. I wazn't expecting it. Did I zlip on zomething or did I juzt fall?" She chuckled at herself, and adjusted her strange watch on her right and cross-bracelet on her left. She then tried to squeeze the liquid from her clothes and onto the floor, creating more of a puddle.
"Uh...robot frog blood or slime. I'm really not sure which..."
She paused, and removed her hands, the clear liquid dripping from them. "Eh...Ok then..."
"Danny Fenton." He smiled, and got a better look at her. She had ruffled short blond hair, a black jacket and purple shirt with strange lines, and black pants. But her silver eyes were the strangest part. But then again, his eyes glowed and he owned a talking sword, so what was he to say was strange?
Danny picked up her fallen backpack, and white and red stick. She eagerly took them, slipping the stick's band around her wrist, opposite of the one with the cross bracelet.
"Natürlich laufe ich in dich aller Menschen." She said, exasperated. "Verdammte Gespenst...Cecil Schroeder. I'm going to go and get thiz...liquid out of my clothez." She left, wanting to get away from something. Hopefully not him.
He stood there, pondering the strangeness of that conversation.
Sam and Tucker returned, and she quickly went to work, and removed the slippery substance from the floor.
"Hey Sam. You know most of the people here. Have you heard of Cecil Schroeder?"
"I have. She's a year older then us, and comes from Germany."
He watched her head down the hall, when he realized something. The eyes, and the stick meant one thing.
She's blind.
He vaguely remembered seeing her in the halls a few times.
She gets around here pretty well. He watched her until she disappeared around the corner, and he was surprised to see the hallway completely empty.
"When did the hall get so empty?" Tucker asked, noticing the emptiness as well.
Danny shivered, as blue smoke rolled off his tongue.
"I swear people have a ghost sense. How else is are the halls so empty whenever a ghost shows up?" The geek sighed, and pulled out a Thermos from his backpack.
The wet box full of frogs behind them began to glow, casting a eery green light on the lockers. The box floated into the air, glowing brighter.
"Beware! I shall have my corrugated cardboard vengeance! For I am the Box Ghost!"
The teens dropped from their fighting stances at the sound of the most annoying ghost aliv...dead.
"Not him again. When does he learn?" Danny sighed, and watched for the appearance of the ghost. He recently learned it was smarter to stay hidden for as long as possible, for most annoyance.
"My question is how does he get out of the GZ so often?" Tucker said, plopping the Thermos back into his bag, seeing it was unneeded.
"I can handle this. You wanna go on ahead to the assembly?" He popped his knuckles, and cracked his wrist as green and black particles came from his body. They combined into one basic shape, and compressed together to form the deadly Zanpakutō of a Reaper.
Green smoke rose from the box, forming the Box Ghost with a POP.
"Face the deadly consequences of...I can't believe it's not a frog cadaver?" He finished, surprised.
"Can we get this over with?" He replied bored, his Spiritual Energy surrounding him and quickly lowering the temperature.
The ghost raised his arms, and razor sharp scalpels floated above the box. With a flick of his wrist, they were sent flying towards them dangerously fast. For a human anyway.
Of course he gets the dangerous box. Not one with teddy bears, but the one with dangerous pointy things.
He pushed Sam and Tucker out of the way, and jumped onto the lockers above.
"Huh. Maybe Sam has a point about frogs." He chuckled to himself, as eight robotic frogs flew towards him. They crashed into him, sending him flying into the lockers, denting the hell outta one of them. Sam and Tucker both decided they didn't want to miss the assembly, or take the chance that Boxy would pull out more scalpels. Sam grabbed a nearby frog, and high tailed it outta there.
"Alright. Now I'm pissed." He blocked the next attack, and charged.
"You shall never win against me! For I am the undefeated Box Ghost!"
He sighed. These fights were always so lame.
"Beware! For I am summoning the destructive power of lockers!"
"Sh..." All the lockers in both directions opened, and notebooks and pens and heavy history books came flying towards him in a flurry. The tornado came at him, hitting him backwards. He was pushed down the hall, and destroyed about 20 or more lockers. He could probably never destroy this many if he tried.
"My friend's are safe, I've got time to spare, and anger to use. And I'm not..." Something hit his stomach and sent him flying backwards.
He heard the ghost laugh. He flew through two or three walls. Apparently, Boxy had attacked him while he was distracted, and somehow sent him flying. Oh well.
He created a platform, and dodged the next attack from the ghost. He jumped, and sliced through a poor student's history book. The items swirled around, and he sunk downwards to avoid them.
He leaned left, and rolled at the last second, the items bouncing or denting the floor where he just left.
"Alright, play time's over." His Zanpakutō faded, as he conjured the Thermos. He jumped, using a push from the created platform beneath his feet. He opened the Thermos, and sucked in the annoying bastard.
The lights turned on, and he could hear Sam giving her speech from here. He sighed, and returned the Thermos to its rightful spot, where it vanished.
The assembly emptied, and the students returned to their classes, where he vanished into the crowd to join up with Sam and Tucker later.
"So what's your new locker assignment?" Lancer had no proof who destroyed the lockers, but he and 20 other students were required to get new lockers.
"Its over here...Locker... 724." He stopped in front of said locker, and was surprised to see both Sam and Tucker...scared and shocked. He spun around, ready to conjure his Zanpakutō, and defend against the unknown and scary silent attacker.
Only to find the hallway empty.
"Ok. What's wrong? I can't feel anything off...You guys look like you've seen a ghost. Or something that we DON'T see everyday. Is Lancer in his underwear again?" He looked down the hallway, to see nothing strange.
"Hello? How do you not know the legend of locker 724? Everyone knows of it!" Tucker finally said, after getting over his initial shock.
"What's the big deal? Its just a stupid locker." He opened the locker, to find it rusty and covered in spiderwebs, along with a strange mirror in it. He placed his hand against it, and concentrated. The energy was off, and it almost hummed. It was almost ghost like. It wasn't that strange, but he decided to remove the mirror later. It was just a mirror, after all.
"Hey Fenton! Didn't see you at the assembly. Afraid of frogs?" Dash laughed, and something metal slammed against his head, and knocked his head against a locker door.
His world momentarily spun, and his forehead grew wet, and blood dripped onto his eyes. He growled, and removed his head from the now dented neighboring locker door.
Sam held in her hand a broken robot frog, damaged from being thrown at his head. If he was in his Reaper form, he might have avoided that. But his human instincts weren't up to par yet.
"Cover me." He half ordered, half whispered, as his body leaned onto Tucker.
With a single punch, and expert timing, Dash found himself in a nearby mop bucket flying down the hall, screaming in fright.
He returned to his body, and high-fived Tucker.
"Its about time you used that Phantom advantage for some pay-back."
"Danny, that's irresponsible! I know Dash is cruel, but you have a unfair advantage!"
The janitor ran down the hall pass them, after the still moving Dash. He had probably pushed too hard...He flinched, hearing a loud crash and water splashing from down the hall.
He frowned, seeing that she was right. But, if you thought about it that way...He smirked, seeing the underlying truth in her sentence.
"So as long as I don't use my powers, you're ok with it?"
"There's no rules for doing it the old fashioned way." She grinned. "No one uses my frogs for revenge!"
The bell rung, and the trio filed towards class, along with the rest of the students.
Inside the 'haunted' locker of 724, the mirror glowed a ghostly green.
"Bullies..."
verdammte Gespenst = Damn Ghost
Natürlich laufe ich in dich aller Menschen = Of course I run into you of all people.