Ichigo flexed his right arm, which had been wrapped in bandages. "This is going to be fun explaining to people." He grumbled as a hand grasp his shoulder.

"It'll be fine." The hand's owner, Lady insisted. "If they make a fuss, tell em' to fuck off."

"Besides, you've got us to hang out with," Dante spoke up. He and his brothers, along with Ichigo, Lady and Trish were all wearing the Karakura High School uniform; Grey Pants for the boys, a skirt of the same color for girls, and a white button-up shirt with short sleeves.

A week had passed and went, with Ichigo convincing his father to allow Trish and Lady to move in with them. Was surprisingly easy, mostly due to how Isshin was accepting of the duo and Karin and Yuzu were pretty conformable with them.

"I'm still confused as to why you guys are out here," Ichigo said, moving across the street as the light turned red and let them move. "You guys can not only appear to regular humans but can stay out of me indefinitely?"

"It is due to our Quincy part," Vergil stated. "We are able to absorb Reishi from the air and fuel ourselves with it. We also can force it into normal flesh."

"Talk about complicated," Ichigo muttered. "Can I do that? I kinda need a way to fight Hollows without people seeing me."

"That's a negative," Vergil answered. "Though your body will coat itself when it deems it necessary. A mixture of your Hollow instincts and Quincy control."

"Oh boy. Just wait until everyone meets your cousins." Nero said. His own arm was bandaged, but with the addition of a sling for some reason. "And your new hair."

"Hmm, if they don't like it, their lost," Trish said with a shrug. "I think it makes him look so dashing."

"Hope you guys are ready for high school, cause here we are," Ichigo informed, stopping in front of the building. They soon entered it and he spoke once more. "You have to go to the office first."

"You gonna miss us while we're there?" Trish teased, giving a blown kiss towards him. "Don't worry, we'll be back soon."

"Vergil," Ichigo said, getting his attention. "Make sure they don't destroy anything."

"Don't worry," Vergil reassured, his hand clenching a ruler he held like Yamato. "Nero and Dante will stay in line, or else." He quickly turned and joined the others, leaving Ichigo alone.

"Maybe I should have asked Lady." He muttered before heading off to his class. The hallways snaked him closer to his classroom. He stopped when he heard a voice scream accompanied with quick steps.

"Ichigo!" The voice yelled as he ran towards Ichigo. He was stopped in one of the most elegant ways possible; a clothesline to the face that sent him tumbling towards the ground, his head thumping as it hit it.

"Nice try dumbass," Ichigo said to a disoriented Keigo as he continued towards the stairs, passing by his friend, Mizuiro. He didn't stop for Ichigo, not even recognizing him.

"Well, " He greeted to a recovering Keigo. "It seems like your so unpopular, even new students are attacking you."

"What the hell are you talking about Mizuiro?" Keigo said confused, holding his head. "That was Ichigo."

"No, it wasn't Mr. Asano. It was some kid with shaggy white hair. Didn't catch a good look at him besides his arm. It was bandaged for some reason. And I think he had a tattoo."

"If that wasn't Ichigo, who the hell was the bastard who clotheslines me?"

Ichigo managed to get to his classroom and pulled open the door, showing everyone in the classroom, including Orihime, Uryu, Chad, and Tatsuki. Time to face the music. He told himself before entering, ignoring the looks he got. He sat down at his desk and set his head down, waiting for the class to start.

"Ichigo," Chad spoke, catching his attention as well as everyone else. "What held you up?"

"Had to show a few new students to the office." He answered with a single eye peeped open. "Just that."

"Ichigo?" Tatsuki asked. "Is that really you?"

"No, I'm the other Ichigo that Chad happens to be friends with." Ichigo raised his head and looked at her. "Of course it's me."

"Then what happened to your hair? Where did you get a tattoo? Better yet, what the hell happened to your arm to make it all bandaged?" By now, the entire class was now staring at Ichigo.

"Both of those questions can be answered by a single word; Cousins." He yawned slightly, covering his mouth with his bandaged right. "I'll explain it better when the new students show up."

"Hey, asshole!" Keigo insulted from the open door. "Your sitting in a spot that doesn't belong to you." He stared at Ichigo, whose eyes were closed as he relaxed. "So boot it."

"Yesh Keigo, nice to see you too." Ichigo greeted as he opened both of them, showing his brown-almond eyes. "And a nice recovery from the clothesline."

"You're actually Ichigo? What the hell happened to you!"

Before Ichigo could be a broken record, the teacher came in, holding a book in his arm. "Hello, students! Everyone get into their seats so we can get started!" Everyone quickly got into order and let Ochi continue. "Before we even start, we have quite a few new students! Why is it that I get all of you? Anyway, the first three come on in!"

The door was soon shadowed by a trio of triplets, all with silvery-white hair, and icy blue eyes. "Welcome the Redgrave Triplets! Dante, Nero, and Vergil! Mind saying something about yourself?"

Dante stepped up front. "Names Dante and enjoy pizza. Simple and sweet." He introduced himself before stepping back.

Nero was next. "I'm Nero and I'm generally cool unless you piss me off. Otherwise, there's going to be problems."

Vergil capped off the presentation with a blunt presentation. "I go by Vergil. That's all your getting."

"Is your hair naturally like that?" A student asked.

"It's au naturale," Dante said with a smirk, tousling his hair with his hand.

"Now that is done, we need to find you three seats." Ochi gazed over the class to find a few seats. "You can around Ichigo Kurosaki." Her book pointed towards him.

They went off without a word, sitting around Ichigo and forming a vague L-shape out of the four. "' Bout time you got here guys." Ichigo greeted.

"Nice to see you to Ichigo," Dante said. "All these eyes staring at us, kinda creepy."

Ichigo nodded in agreement before turning to the rest of the class. "You guys never have seen cousins interact before?"

"Your cousins? How interesting." Ochi commented. "Will the next three step in?" The door was shadowed by Lady, Trish, and some guy with blonde hair that reached his jaw, and an expression that showed his upper teeth.

"I'm...Mary Ann Arkham." Lady greeted with discomfort in her voice. "I like...Shooting?" She quickly stepped back and let Trish take the reigns.

"I'm Trish Inazuma. Hope you boys don't mind me." She gave a smirk at them all. "But I'm already in a relationship with a lucky guy. Sorry."

"Now that those lovely girls are done, I'm Shinji Hirako. Pleasure to make your acquaintance!" The newly named Shinji introduced himself with a wide smile.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes on him, who was putting on a spectacle. This guy seems...familiar. Don't know from where though.

"Pleasure to meet you three. But now we've got the same problem as before…Mary and Trish can sit on the sides of Kurosaki." Trish and Lady soon sat next to Ichigo, much to all three's pleasure. "And Shinji can sit...Next to Chad!"

"Well okay then!" Shinji said with a smile as he moved towards his seat, sitting next to Chad. "Hope we can be friends, big guy!"

"Maybe," Chad answered, before focusing on Ochi, who was beginning her lesson.

Several hours and several periods later, the bell signaled Lunch. "Okay, class! Time for lunch!" Ochi informed as her book tapped against her desk several times.

Ichigo groaned as sat up, stiff from sitting for so long. "Meet me on the roof after grabbing lunch." He told the Redgraves, Trish, and Lady. He got up without another word and made his way to the lunchroom, snagging a meal on the way.

When he got to the roof, it was dead as a graveyard. He sat against the wall and waited for everyone to show up. A few moments later, Lady and Trish showed up and sat next to Ichigo. "So how has your first day at school been?" He asked with a smirk.

"It's miserable." Lady groaned as she leaned against Ichigo. "The amount of crap is overwhelming. I would rather be traveling then this."

"But then you have met me." He said as he patted Lady's head. "And I wouldn't have met either of you guys."

"I guess you have a fair point strawberry," Trish commented as she also leaned against Ichigo. "We wouldn't be stuck to you like leeches if we didn't happen to bump into you."

"I'll be sure to keep you stuck on me then." He wrapped his arms around them both, pulling them closer. "Just be prepared for shit to hit the fan."

"Oh please Ichigo! Please be the knight in shining armor!"

"Hmm...Nah. I don't think being a knight suits him." Lady said. "I would have to say...A rebel."

"You know, they're a thing called a room. Should look into one. "Nero butted in, exiting the stairwell.

"I don't know little bro, we could've gotten some good blackmail material," Dante argued. He was followed by Vergil. "But you had to go and ruin it, didn't ya?"

"Be silent Dante," Vergil ordered as they sat down. "You shouldn't try to blackmail our "cousin"."

"Only this once will I quit talking since I have pizza." Dante pulled out a slice of said food and began eating it. "Ah! Ko Selicous!"

"Mind chewing with your mouth closed? Gross when don't." Nero complained, eating his own pizza.

"Is pizza a family thing?" Ichigo asked. "Cause, besides Vergil, that's all you two seem to eat."

"Maybe it is," Dante said, finishing his slice. "Just know that the only thing I might like more is strawberry sundaes."

"Fair enough." Ichigo's ears twitched as they picked up a few footsteps running up the stairs. "Who the hell is coming up here?" His question was soon answered as Tatsuki, Keigo, and Mizuiro showed themselves.

"About time I found you Ichigo," Tatsuki said. "Orihime and Chad were looking for you. Why are you hanging out up here with these guys?"

"Yeah come on Ichigo! Blow these losers and hang out with us." Keigo yelled with waving arms. "Well besides the ladies. They can come."

"Apologies for ." Mizuiro apologized. "He's a bit of an idiot. But with them? You said they were your cousins."

"They are. Meet my cousins. Nero, Dante, and Vergil." He introduced them.

"I didn't know that you had cousins," Tatsuki commented.

"Didn't know either until the summer. That's why I wasn't around for the summer. I was visiting them."

"And didn't you have fun with us," Dante said.

"You nearly destroy our arms!" Ichigo snapped. "I'm lucky I didn't end up like Nero."

"Oh please." Dante waved his arm. "You made it out of the wreck just fine."

"And that explains why we're here?" Vergil asked with an eyeroll. "We are here because you were foolish and destroyed the car during your joy ride, and were sent over here."

"So if those are your cousins, then who are the chicks?" Keigo asked.

"They..." Ichigo drew a blank for explaining Trish and Lady.

"We're new in town and Ichigo helped show us around when he got back," Trish explained. "He's quite...nice."

"Oh, common man! Why you gotta hoard all the hot chicks for yourself!" Keigo suddenly found Tatsuki's fist planted into his head.

"Shut it you perv! Your almost as bad Chizuru." Tatsuki complained as she twisted her fist to drive home her point.

"I like her," Vergil said with a smirk.

"Of course you would." Ichigo commented. "but I've got to ask ya something Tatsuki. Mind if I join your dojo?"

"Now why would you want to do that? You haven't done it in years."

Ichigo thumbed towards Vergil. "He beat my ass and mocked me for it. Decided that I should brush up on my karate and return the favor. That good for you?"

"Alright. I'll see what I can do to let the instructor in."

"If you're joining them, do you mind if I jump on?" Nero asked. "Could use the exercise."

"What about your arm? Can be going around with it like that." Tatsuki argued.

"And why were you allowed last year?" Ichigo asked. "You managed to kick ass with a broken arm. Nero can do the same."

"Fine. Don't come crawling to me if you get injured. But you'll have to wait until the end of the week to see if you're allowed."

"Meh, whatever." Ichigo sounded just before the bell went off, signaling the end of the lunch period. "Hope you guys aren't hungry. Cause you kinda wasted the entire period talking to us." He got up and made his way off the roof, intent on finishing the rest of the day.

"Bout time this damn thing ended," Nero complained as the day finally ended. "Think I'm regretting signing up for this."

"Suck it up, Nero. You guys decided it would be fun to go to school with me." Ichigo said. "You're toughing it out for the rest of the year."

"Aren't you just mean." Ichigo rolled his eyes. "So what's the plan for today?"

"Figured that we'd just chill. We've got nothing to do besides homework. It feels weird saying that."

"Welcome to mundane life Ichigo." Lady butted in. "You can't exactly fight monsters."

"You don't have any room to talk Lady." Ichigo got up and stood in front of his desk. "Especially with how awkward you were earlier."

"I'm sorry! But I haven't exactly had a normal life for the past year."

"And that weird life led you to Ichigo. I would say it's a net gain." Trish said. "So why complain?"

"Let's get home. Kinda had enough of this place." They soon got up and made their way to the door, until Chad called out Ichigo.

"Ichigo. Shinji wanted to talk to you." Chad said.

"Hi there Ichigo!" Shinji greeted with a wide smile. "I hope to tell you that I would like to be your friend. So what do you say?"

"No thanks." Ichigo declined. "You just scream suspicion. So no thanks."

"Well, no need to be so mean man!" Shinji complained with crossed arms and a frown. "People ever call you rude?"

"Several times. I'll see ya later Chad. And creepy guy."

"See ya Ichigo," Chad said with a slight wave. Ichigo gave one back as he left with everyone else following him.

So that's Ichigo? He is different from what I was told. The thoughts rolled around Shinji's head as he soon left the classroom, noticing Ichigo walking in the opposite direction. Already thinks I'm creepy. Good going Shinji. Hiyori's going to be pissed!

"So how are we going to explain you guys to the old man?" Ichigo asked as they walked down the street towards the clinic.

"You think we're living with you?" Dante asked. "Nah. Not enough space. We'll just go into your inner world. Speaking of which..." They soon disappeared and entered Ichigo.

"Dah! That's still an odd feeling." Ichigo said as he stopped for a moment, adjusting to them being in him, before catching up to Trish and Lady.

"So why haven't you confronted your dad about his Shinigami stuff?" Lady asked. "I thought you would be pissed beyond hell about it."

"Tch, I am. But I can't find a good time to make him spill." Ichigo explained with a scowl. "Pissing me off that he hasn't told me, Yuzu, or Karin."

"Hey! Get back here asshole!" A voice called out behind them. Lady turned to see a fleeing thug holding the guy's bag. She held her foot out and tripped the thug, sending him tumbling to the ground. She planted her foot on his back, holding him in place

"Talk about an asshole," Ichigo said as he snatched the bag from the guy. "Here's your stuff man."

Said man was well built and had combed-back, black hair. "Thanks, guys." The man said as he took the bag from Ichigo. "I'm Kūgo Ginjō!"

"Nice to meet ya Kūgo." Ichigo greeted as he started to walk away. "Try not to have your shit stolen alright?"

"Um...Okay. Mind joining me for some ramen? As thanks for stopping him."

"No thanks, man." Ichigo answered, "We've got stuff to do. So see ya." They started walking away, Lady stepping off the thug.

"Looks like you dropped something," Kūgo remarked as picked up a small black card.

"What the hell did I drop?" Ichigo turned and grabbed the flicked card Kūgo had sent towards him. He saw it had a white band near the top and the words, "Welcome to our Xcution." written on the bottom. "Hey this isn't-" Where ever Kūgo was, it wasn't where Ichigo was.

"What was that guy's deal?" Lady asked as she looked at the card over Ichigo's shoulder.

"I've got no clue. But," Ichigo's fingers flipped over the card and saw a phone number. "This screams creepy. Like Shinji levels of creepy."

"So what's the plan?" Trish asked as Ichigo stuffed the card into his pant's pockets.

"We sit on it. We don't know who that Kūgo guy is. And I've got to deal with that Shinji guy. He's familiar somehow. His Reiatsu is at least."

"So head home?" Lady questioned, earning a nod from Ichigo. "Good. Your sister's cooking is pretty good."

"Eh, I guess it is." Trish agreed as the started the walk towards the clinic once more. When they got in the clinic, they saw that Isshin wasn't there.

"Where's the old man?" Ichigo asked as he sat down at the table, Yuzu preparing dinner.

"Don't know," Karin said. "Goat Chin said that he was going out for the night. All he said."

"Huh, seems weird."

"Ya think?" She responded. "He's been acting weird recently. And I'm talking your levels of weird."

"You shouldn't be mean to big bro Karin!" Yuzu yelled as she pulled a steaming pot of the stove. "There's nothing weird with Ichigo anyway! Dinner is served by the way."

"What did you make?" Lady asked, having pulled up a seat next to Ichigo, Trish mimicking her.

"Take a look!" Yuzu placed the pot on the table, showing it was ramen. "Hope you find delicious."

"Considering your past cooking, I'm sure it's good." Lady's face had a smile as Yuzu nodded.

"So, what are guys exactly?" Karin asked as they ate. "You guys seem to stay around Ichigo around a lot."

"You mind keeping a secret?" Ichigo asked as he looked around. When Yuzu and Karin nodded, they leaned closer. "They're technically my girlfriends."

"Really Ichigo! How could you be such a playboy!" Yuzu cried out in slight despair. Her sister, however, had a skeptical eyebrow raised.

"How did you managed to score two babes like them? I would have thought you would've gone out with Orihime or Tatsuki." Karin said.

"Nah, when we saw this stud, we couldn't let other people nab him. So we corrupted him." Trish explained with a teasing smile.

"See why I didn't want the old man to know? Trish is nearly impossible." Ichigo said exasperated. "But Lady helps balance her out."

"We won't tell dad," Karin confirmed with a nod. "But if he finds out, you're on your own."

"Eh, we'll be fine." Lady waved off. "But let's start eating."

They soon dug into the food, enjoying it with each slurp.

"So why are we looking into this guy? He seems pretty normal." A bored voice toned outside of the clinic, standing on top of a building overlooking it. The owner of the voice was a young looking boy with blonde hair, a few bangs which covered one of his piercing green eyes. The hair was tucked underneath a black cap which complimented his mostly black outfit; black coat, pants, and boots, with the exception of a white cravat.

"He was normal Yukio. But something happened to him." A female voice argued. The owner was an older woman with dark skin and black hair, reaching her chin. "Apparently he's a good candidate to transfer. Not to mention his girlfriend."

"Whatever Jackie. If Kūgo wants us to keep track of him, I'll just leave a lookout." Yukio said as he paid more attention to his handheld game. He pressed a few buttons and a small pigeon appeared on the roof.

It cooed as it seemed to pixalize for a moment before returning to normal. "There. Can we go now?"

"Fine. Just make sure you tell Kūgo about what you did." They soon left the rooftop, leaving the pigeon to coo before taking off, staying close to the clinic.

After the meal and Ichigo and his partners helped clean the dishes, they retreated into his room. Ichigo groaned as he sat on the bed. "This has been a tiring day." He commented.

"Have to agree with you," Lady said as she sat next to him. "Suspicious people are attracted to you like a moth to a flame."

"Hope they get burned then," Trish added as she hopped onto Ichigo lap, making herself comfortable. "Cause they are going to have a hard time beating him."

"Fair point. But why are they after him?"

"Probably because of my clusterfuck of genes." Ichigo guessed as he adjusted Trish on his lap. "I seem to be everything. So they may want to recruit me like the Shinigami did."

"Has that stupid badge even gone off yet?" Lady asked. "Cause I want to hunt some Hollows."

"Since when did you like hunting Hollows?"

"Since we decided to move in with you. Didn't your friends always help you fight Hollow?"

"Don't come crawling to me if you get hurt," Ichigo said with a smirk.

"I think I'll be fine. Just don't get jealous when we kick more ass than you."

"Enough with the teasing you two." Trish interrupted. "Unless your going to include me than the angry sex is a no go."

"What!" Lady asked with a blush. "We weren't even thinking about that! Were you?"

"Nah, I wasn't," Ichigo said. "I think Trish is dirty minded."

"You're dense if you didn't figure that out," Trish said.

"I was thinking about killing Hollows! When is that damn badge going to

They all slightly jumped when a loud growling sound could be heard from his pocket. Ichigo pulled it out of his pocket (having to move Trish, much to her displeasure), and saw it was the badge, eyes flashing yellow.

"Looks like you're a fortune teller Mary." Trish teased. "We going to get it?"

"I would prefer you guys to stay here. You need to get some rest. Please."

"Hmmph, you're no fun," Trish said with a frown as she crossed her arms. "But we'll stay here then."

"Just don't stay out. You need sleep like us." Lady mentioned as Ichigo sat up and opened his window. His clothes soon glowed blue as they changed. Where there once was a school uniform, now there were clothes better suited for hunting.

The lower body was the same as in the Soul Society. But the main difference was the coat and vest. The new vest was now black sleeveless, and resembling body armor. It had an upturned collar. The coat once was a dark red almost crimson-colored, four-tailed one, though the sleeves now only reached his elbows, showing his Devil Bringer in its unholy glory. The middle tail of it was slightly shorter than the other two, having it split into two, smaller tails. The outer, longer tails had elaborate, black scrollwork sewn into them.

"Not a bad look," Ichigo commented as he did a once over at his new look. "I'm sure the Hollows would agree."

"I know I do." Trish agreed. "Now go and be a hero!"

"Alright alright!" He soon jumped out and left Lady and Trish alone.

Now, where is this Hollow? Ichigo mused, standing on a roof as he used Pesquisa repeatedly to narrow down its location. He smirked when he felt it's Reiatsu. Hope he's ready for some steel! His feet glowed blue as he flickered and moved towards it.

He stopped when he saw it. "Hey, asshole!" He yelled, earning a roar from it. "Rarr, to you too! Let's just get this over with, shall we?" The Hollow jumped off the roof it was on. Ichigo's face gained a smirk as he held out his hand, Blue Rose appearing. When the Hollow smashed its fist down where Ichigo was, he quickly dashed aside. Wordlessly changing Blue Rose into Red Queen, Ichigo retaliated with a brutal two-handed swing, slicing off its leg.

It let out a pained roar as it was sent to the ground. Its eyes rapidly flickered around, focusing on Ichigo that was in front of it. "The player is up to kick, will he get the field goal?" Ichigo commentated himself as the Hollow gave off an animalistic growl. He rapidly ran up and kicked the Hollow's head, the force of it sending the head flying, disintegrating while it entered the threshold between the stratosphere and troposphere. "The ball is sent! He wins the game! The crowd goes wild!"

Ichigo laughed wildly at himself before calming down. "Time to head home then. Don't want to leave the ladies in wait." He soon began walking home, wanting to take in the night.

"Halt!" A voice called out from above, earning a groan from Ichigo, who turned to see who was talking. The person in question was definitely a Shinigami, given that he was wearing a Shihakushō and had a katana strapped to his waist. The most identifying feature was the large afro on his head.

"What the hell do you want?" Ichigo asked. The Shinigami jumped from the roof, nearly eating from the newest restaurant in Karakura Town; the pavement.

"I'm Zennosuke Kurumadami! The Shinigami assigned to this town!" Zennosuke introduced himself, his tone carrying arrogance in it. "And I want to know what looks like a human is doing!"

"I ain't a human." Ichigo pulled out the Substitute Badge. "Substitute Shinigami, Ichigo Kurosaki."

"I've never heard of a Substitute Shinigami." Zennosuke soon narrowed his eyes. "And I don't some punk kid doing my job!"

"Heh, a punk kid?" Ichigo asked while. "I'll show you a punk kid when I beat your ass!" He soon slammed Red Queen into the ground.

"You intend to fight one of the Gotei 13's elites?" Zennosuke asked, arrogance present of his facial expression. "You're a fool!" He became slightly unnerved as he heard the roar of Red Queen's engine, the blade getting red hot.

"The only fool here is the asshat thinking he can beat me." Ichigo ripped his sword from the ground. He slowly walked closer towards Zennosuke. "Where's your tough talk? Huh?"

Ichigo heard a light laughing of someone behind him, slightly covering the swish of a sword. His muscles tensed as he spun Red Queen around, blocking the strike from Shinji! The meeting of the blades was followed by a large shockwave, launching Zennosuke away.

"If you're trying to be my friend, you're doing a shit job Shinji," Ichigo commented as he pushed Shinji away. "Now why the hell are you trying to be a backstabber?"

"I recommend you calm down Ichigo," Shinji suggested with a finger wave meant for a child. "Otherwise you'll attract some unwanted beings."

"Then I'll kick their asses. Like yours, if you don't start talking!"

"Hmm? My Zanpakuto didn't give you a hint?"

"Your not a Shinigami for sure. Your clothes aren't like them."

"I guess you're a bit sharper then you let on. Fine. Maybe this will give you a hint." He raised his hand and blue Reiatsu began to gather and form something. The end result was a white mask that resembled a pharaoh's, complete with a flowing hood. "Does it ring a bell?"

"Not at all," Ichigo answered bluntly. He sighed before continuing. "What's your damn point?"

"Simple Ichigo. You don't belong with them, the Shinigami. You're one of us. You're a Visored."

"Is that the name of your little club? Cause I'm going to decline." Ichigo began walking away. "I'm not interested in whatever cool-aid you and your buddies are drinking."

"You can't say no Ichigo. You'll eventually succumb to the Hollow in you."

Ichigo would have retorted but he felt a sense of Reiatsu. One that he hadn't felt in months. One that stirred fury and anger in him. "Fisher," Ichigo muttered as he began to walk in the direction of Grand Fisher.

"Hey! Didn't you hear me?" Shinji called out.

"And I don't give a flying fuck attached to a fuck copter!" Ichigo responded. "I've got more important things to do than waste time with your club! I'm not interested." He soon flickered out of Shinji's view, leaving him silent and slightly scarred.

Ichigo rapidly moved through the air, his mind solely focused on one thing; Grand Fisher. Hope you're ready bastard! His mind was flooded with rage as he finally stopped above Grand Fisher, who had a complete makeover.

He now was a Goliath, easily giving the clinic a run for its money for its height. The green fur covered it's entire body and left the back of its Hollow Hole open. The mask was unchanged, but was accompanied by a giant Zanpakuto that rested amongst is fur.

Ichigo soon appeared before it. It looked down and gave a low, gravely chuckle. "Ichigo Kurosaki. Do you intend to face me in your human body?" He asked.

"Trust me. You'll be beaten even with it." Ichigo answered. "Now enough talk."

"Very well." Fisher grasped his giant sword and swung down, intent on bifurcating Ichigo or rather smashing him into oblivion.

Ichigo remained silent as he held up his hand, a blue pattern appearing on it. The blade struck it, causing sparks. "What is this?" Fisher asked as he attempted to pull his sword back, but a spectral arm grasped its blade, holding it down.

"Don't think so," Ichigo said calmly, betraying his internal emotions. He pulled down and planted it into the ground. "Weren't you told not to blade with sharp objects?"

"You think I am incapable without my weapon? You fool!" Fisher raised his fist and smashed it into the ground, kicking up rubble and dust. When it cleared, Ichigo was standing on the fist with Yamato in his grasp, the sheath held behind his back. He slowly sheathed it via over his back. "You think that a puny weapon such as-" The words died as the sheath met the guard, creating a "klink" sound. The hand and lower portion of the arm fell apart, looking like it went through a blender.

Fisher screamed in pain, recoiling in pain as Ichigo stared coldly. "That is what this night will be. Painful. Long. And revenge for what you did." Ichigo stated as he slowly walked forward, dismissing Yamato and Red Queen. He cracked his knuckles as he continued to walk at a steady pace.

"You-bastard!" Fisher yelled as Ichigo's arms became covered in a pattern like before. But instead of a soft blue, it was a menacing red. Ichigo jumped, the ground breaking beneath him and slugged Fisher in the face, destroying his mask.

Instead of dying like other Hollows before, the fragments gave way to a humanoid face with three apostrophe like marking near each eye. "How does it feel? Do feel weak and trapped? Cause this is how my mother did when you killed her!" Ichigo felt something with his eyes but didn't give it much thought.

"Is this what you are here for? Revenge?" Fisher gave a low laugh like before. "It would appear that I will need to unleash my true power." His body grew, swathes of fur fell off, and two horns jutted out of his shoulders.

"Now why don't you play with me?" A voice asked from behind Ichigo. "And leave Kon alone?"

Ichigo turned to see his father Isshin, or some doppelganger. Instead of regular clothes and a goofy expression, the man before Ichigo was wearing a Shihakushō, a Haori strapped to his shoulder and waving in the air, and carried himself with an air of confidence.

"I'm not that damn pervert!" Ichigo yelled, his emotions nearly overwhelming him. Isshin noticed Ichigo's appearance, mainly his Devil Bringer, and his eyes. They now had a black iris and a hollowish yellow purple.

My son. Isshin thought sadly. What has happened to you?

"We're going to be talking after I finish this gigantor." Ichigo turned back to Fisher.

"You fool! You will not be able to defeat-" Ichigo snarled as he jumped up, grabbing Fisher's face with his spectral arm. He twisted himself and Fisher as he smashed him into the ground, destroying him.

"Now then." Ichigo walked closer, the remains of Grand Fisher fading away behind him. "Time to have that discussion."

"It's pretty simple Ichigo. I'm a Shinigami." Isshin said with a shrug. "What else is there to discuss?"

"I can name a few. How about why you never told your children? Especially me."

"You weren't ready to know." He insisted. "You didn't need that burden on you." By now, Ichigo and Isshin were mere feet apart.

"I didn't need that burden!?" Ichigo grasped Isshin's clothes, hoisting him up. "You didn't be a good idea to tell me that I, oh I don't know, have Shinigami, Quincy, and Hollow powers?!"

"How do you know about your Quincy heritage?"

"My Zanpakuto. But that's not the point." Ichigo roughly pushed Isshin away as he let go of him. "I'm in the need to let off some steam before I'm willing to talk. And you just volunteered."

"You really don't mean to fight your old man, do you?" Isshin's answer was met with the slamming of Red Queen into the ground. "I suppose you do." He, reluctantly drew his sword, Engetsu.

I'm sorry son. But it looks like I'll have to knock some sense into you! Isshin's grip tightened on the grip, feeling his determination being mirrored by Engetsu.

"Let's go then!" Ichigo yelled as he ripped Red Queen out and quickly dashed towards Isshin, who held his own weapon with both hands in front of him. One represented rage and revenge. The other was calm and wanted reconciliation.