Two blades clashed on a desolate street. One belonged to a son, the other was a father. Ichigo clashed with Isshin's Engetsu. They were roughly the same in strength at this time. "Looks like your stronger than I'd guess," Ichigo said as he put his other hand on the sword and pushed harder, overwhelming Isshin.

The lock was stopped and Ichigo attempted to slam Red Queen into him, but Isshin stepped back, the swing missing him. "You're taking this seriously, aren't you Ichigo?" Isshin asked. "I won't take you serious. I can't."

"You better." Ichigo's voice came out slightly warped as if it came out of a Hollow Mask. The scales of his right arm seemed to have crawled further up his arm, affecting his coat. "Otherwise you're screwed!"

"Fine Ichigo." Isshin sighed it out as he held out his hand. "Hadō #31. Shakkahō!" Energy began to gather around his hand, forming a red ball of it. It was soon launched towards Ichigo. As if not by his own volition, Ichigo held out his Devil Bringer and a small red Cero formed and fired off. Both projectiles clashed, resulting in a small explosion that did little to any damage to either.

"How did you use a Cero Ichigo?" Isshin asked with slightly wide eyes. His form became less casual and more battle ready.

"It's an instinctual thing." Ichigo dashed forward with a swing already being set up. "And it's piss poor for you!" The scales grew further up his coat and arm and his hair began to stiffen. Isshin raised Engetsu and blocked Red Queen.

"Gonna have to do-" Isshin was interrupted with the roaring of Red Queen's engine pushing the blade through his defense, cutting his chest. "Heh, didn't know you had a fire-based Zanpakuto too."

"Too? Is that what yours does?" Ichigo asked. "Seems like you might want to bust it out."

"Maybe your right Ichigo." He held his sword out in front of him. "Burn, Engetsu!" The blade soon was covered in a fiery Reiatsu aura, causing the two tassels attached to it to be lit ablaze.

"Just some sparks? Pathetic." Ichigo said. Isshin's hand moved to his wound and got coated with some blood, which was soon coated onto the blade. It once again got covered in energy, which got released as a wave which soon crashed into Ichigo, covering him. It had a great roar accompanying it, blocking any sounds from Ichigo.

When the energy dispersed, Ichigo was nowhere in sight. "Ichigo?" Isshin asked scared. He tighten with fear. That seemed to go through the roof when he felt a sword poke his back.

"You really suck at fighting," Ichigo said behind him. "But you've probably been out of the fight for a while."

"Ichigo." Isshin sounded as he turned his head, seeing Ichigo. By now, half of his coat had become scalish, with the vest turning silver. There was now a red line which went from his right eye to his mouth. "Do you know what's happening to you?"

"You mean the scales? Yeah." His voice had warped even more. "And I'm running low on steam."

"So are we done?"

"Almost." Ichigo soon removed Red Queen from his back. "Just need to do one thing first." He stood in front of Isshin.

"Do you want a hug?" Isshin held his arms out. Ichigo came in close before smashing his head into Isshin's sending him reeling back and breaking his nose. "Ah! Why did you do that?"

"Wanted to," Ichigo answered casually. The growth of scales reverted and the red line was fading, peeling away and turning into nonexistent ash. His eyes were now back to normal as well. "Only reason I'm not doing more is for Yuzu and Karin's sake."

"Ah good! Seems like I don't need to step in then!" Kisuke made himself known, walking down the street. "I thought it would have gone a lot worst for Isshin."

"Would have if I wasn't occupied with other things. Now spit it out, why are you here Kisuke?"

"Just getting straight to the point Ichigo? Alright then." His demeanor shifted to being serious, his eyes being covered. "I wanted to make sure that Isshin's power didn't fail on him. He was suppose to defeat that Arrancar behind you."

"To bad. I did it for him. And it felt good!" He rolled his right shoulder. "Whatever happened to me is a bit of a strain."

"Ichigo, did you hold anything against Grand Fisher?" Isshin asked Ichigo.

"Of course I fucking did!" Ichigo shouted. "You should too!"

"No, I shouldn't. They're Hollows? It's simply how they are."

"Sorry to say "dad"." Isshin cringed at the sarcasm at his title. "But I'm a really stubborn person. And I'm stubborn about a person who killed my mother!"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I've got a few things to ask you Ichigo." Ichigo's narrowed eyes turned to Kisuke. "Were you approached by a man with a Hollow Mask and a Zanpakuto?"

"Yup. And I declined his ass hard when he invited me to his clubhouse. Said something about being overtaken by my inner Hollow."

"You need to accept Shinji's offer Ichigo," Isshin said, Kisuke nodding in agreement. "That thing inside you will eventually rampage."

"I take offense to that!" Dante's voice called out, appearing next to Ichigo. "I ain't even a Hollow!"

"I suppose you aren't. Yoruichi mentioned it to me when you returned." Kisuke muttered. "But if you're not his Hollow, what are you?"

"I'm vaguely like the big brute Ichigo axed. Something like an Arrancar." Dante's hand soon grasped Rebellion.

"If you're working with Ichigo, shouldn't he have a mask?"

"Oh, that thing." Dante held out his hand, forming the mask he used in Soul Society. "Catch kid!" It was tossed to Ichigo, who caught it.

He turned it over, looking at the design, before dawning it. His eyes turned back to how they were earlier. "I kinda feel...stronger." His voice was heavily warped, even more so than before. He pulled it off as it faded away in red particles. "Shit. Now how do I get it back?"

"Hold your hand over your face and focus your Hollow Reiatsu on it. Should work. Or blow off your face." Dante shrugged. "You'll be fine if it blows up in your face."

"Ah yes, I want to have my face shredded by a Cero!" He snapped before putting his hand in front of his face. The lightning effect returned once more, forming a mask that was slightly different than Dante's. Instead of two ram horns, there was a singular one, on the left side which plunged downwards near his shoulder. The most interesting detail was the entire thing was fragmented, only being held together by red energy.

"Not bad Ichigo," Dante mentioned. "Should give you a bit of a kick to Ebony and Ivory."

"I guess." Ichigo's mask crackled and disappeared as he focused on Isshin. "Should probably heal your wounds."

"You know healing Kidō?" Isshin's face should slight shock. "Didn't think you'd take an interest in it."

"Don't know any, but I've got something just as good." He gave out a whistle and the tattoo on his neck emptied itself out, leaving an outline. Kikōō soon appeared in a burst of flames and rested on Ichigo's shoulder, now back to its regular, hawk size. She rubbed Ichigo face. "Nice to see you too. But I was wondering if you could heal the dumbass' wounds?"

Kikōō sang before taking off, hovering above Isshin. Her beak opened and a gob of golden fire splashed onto Isshin. He freaked out, thinking he was burning until he realized he wasn't feeling any pain. It was the exact opposite. He felt his wound healing.

Kikōō cooed before returning to Ichigo's shoulder. "How?" Isshin asked as he gave himself a once over.

"Kikōō can heal people with her flames." He explained as he lightly rubbed Kikōō. "She's pretty useful."

"Kikōō? You mean the Sōkyoku?" Kisuke asked. "But I heard it was destroyed."

"Technically was, but I got Kikōō to obey me. Now if you don't have any more questions," Ichigo turned to Fisher's sword, which was still embedded in the road. Ichigo walked towards it. "What to do with you?" His words came out as a murmur, not reaching anyone's ears besides Kikōō's. He flexed his fingers and summoned his spectral arm and grasped its hilt.

"What are you doing Ichigo?" Isshin asked, walking closer. "It could be dangerous to touch it!" His words reach Ichigo to late as the sword was pulled from its asphalt sheath. It soon glowed blue and absorbed into the Devil Bringer. Ichigo swung his spectral arm and a spectral replica of Grand Fisher's sword appeared.

"Now this is going to be useful." Ichigo dismissed the spectral arm and sword combo. "I'm heading home, just don't expect me to be all jolly with you." He began to walk home.

"That could've gone better," Isshin said with a groan. "Guess this what I get."

"Sucks for you old man," Dante spoke. "You probably should've gone clean with who Ichigo really is."

"I don't need to be lectured by a Hollow." He spoke. "Besides, I still don't trust you."

"Why? Because I'm Ichigo's Hollow side?"

"It is rather peculiar that you are more in line with an Arrancar," Urahara stated. "Why are you so cooperative with Ichigo?"

"I'm his Zanpakuto, a reflection of himself. The best person you can trust is yourself." Dante's words were followed by him going back to Ichigo, but not before speaking once more. "You've gotten weaker since last time."

His words left a stunned Isshin. "Last time?" He tried the words in his mouth. "Does he remember being White?"

"Perhaps," Kisuke said. "Highly doubt that we'll get much info out of Ichigo or his Zanpakuto. It appears that he's a stubborn one."

"You think?" Isshin's tone turned snarky to Kisuke. "I need to train him in case the worst happens."

"Doesn't seem likely Isshin. He rejected offers from myself, Shinji, and Yoruichi. Though she trained his Zanpakuto. Best to leave him be."

"Fine. I'm heading home." Isshin soon followed Ichigo's footsteps to the Clinic.

Ichigo shut the door as he arrived home. His outfit changed back into his school uniform on the way back. He went into the living room and pulled out a book. He sat on the couch and opened it up, showing a collection of photos of his family. He flicked through it, eventually landing on a specific one.

It showed a younger Isshin and Masaki both smiling, Masaki hugging Isshin. Congrats Mom. You've been put to rest. His eyes slightly watered but didn't release any drops. He stared at the picture for a while before he noticed something. There was a hand grasping Masaki's shoulder.

It didn't belong to Isshin as his arms were grasping her waist. Who is that? Curiosity piqued, Ichigo removed the picture and saw the photo was actually was folded. He unfolded it and showed another person, with white hair and wearing glasses. He had a neutral face as he grasped Masaki's shoulder.

Ichigo flipped over the picture and was even more surprised when he saw writing on the back. "Ryūken Ishida." Under it was a string of numbers. A number? A guy related to Uryu I guess. He got off the couch and made his way to his room.

He opened the door and saw Trish and Lady were currently sleeping. Guess I have to keep quiet. He sat on his chair and turned on his phone and tapped in Ryūken's number. The phone toned as he waited for it to be picked up.

A puff of smoke came out of Ryūken's mouth. He was at the hospital, more specifically in his office. "Foolish son." He said to himself as he took another drag of his cigarette. "Why were you so foolish to throw away your meager powers? I wonder what choice you'll take Uryu."

He felt a vibration from his pocket and was slightly surprised by it. The phone that he had was his personal one and very few had access to it. I highly doubt it's Uryu. He took out his phone and saw it was the unknown number.

He put his head close to the phone and spoke. "Who is this?"

"This is Ryūken Ishida, right?" The voice on the other side was a whisper and belonged to a teen.

"How did you get this number?"

"This is Ichigo Kurosaki. I found your number on a picture of you and my parents."

"Ah. Masaki's boy. Why are you contacting me?" He heard a sigh on the other side.

"I wanted to ask you a few things about Quincies. It's a bit late, so can we met up tomorrow?"

"Hmm, perhaps. Met me at this cafe after school." Ryūken quickly listed a cafe in the town.

"Alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Ichigo soon left the call. Leaving a silent Ryūken.

"Isshin is going to be upset that you contacted me, nephew. I wonder what you're decisions will be." He told himself as he went back to doing paperwork.

Ichigo leaned against the chair at his desk. "What's his connection between him and mom? He knew about her without me mentioning her name." He murmured to himself before he got out of it.

He looked at Trish and Lady on his bed and sighed at the scenario. "How am I getting in here?"

"Hm? Ichigo?" Trish asked as she slowly woke up. "You okay?"

Ichigo gave a slight smile, if slightly strained. "Yeah. A lot better than I have been in a while." Trish gave a raised eyebrow.

"Wanna talk about it? It looks like you've got something gnawing at your soul."

Ichigo shook his head. "Nah. We've got school and I wouldn't want you to lose sleep."

"I'll be fine. You look like you won't with whatever is on your mind." She slowly removed the blanket from her, careful not to wake up Lady, showing she was wearing a white nightgown which complemented her looks.

"Fine. Let's talk in the kitchen. Don't want to wake up Yuzu or Karin." They tipped-toed out of their room and down the stairs. They sat down at the table, opposing each other. "So what happened tonight?"

"Remember what I said about my mom, how she was killed by a Hollow?" Trish gave a pained look but nodded. "I found the bastard who killed her. He transformed into something called an Arrancar. I killed him."

"Ichigo," Trish said quietly and held Ichigo hand with her own. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm relieved actually. But that's not what's on my mind. Turns out my dad regained his Shinigami powers. And didn't care about Grand Fisher killing her."

"You're wrong Ichigo," Isshin spoke from the front door. He was no longer in a Shihakushō, but regular, human clothes. "I just didn't hold a grudge against him."

"Tch, you should have."

"Moving past that, we've got things to discuss." He moved closer to the table and sat down next to Ichigo, who responded by getting up and sitting next to Trish. Isshin sighed at his son but continued the talk. "We need to start training you."

"Training how?" Ichigo had a confused look. "And what precisely would you train me in?"

"A technique that I would prefer not to ever have you learn, but the situation may call for it. It's called the Saigo no Getsuga Tenshō."

"What the hell is Saigo no Getsuga Tenshō?"

"A foolish skill that you won't learn," Vergil spoke as he appeared next to Ichigo.

"Ah, nice to see you to Vergil." Ichigo greeted. "What's the deal with it?"

"Who is that Ichigo?" Isshin asked as he tensed up.

"He's my Zanpakuto. Now spill it, what is this thing all about."

"The Saigo no Getsuga Tenshō gives terrifying power at the cost of one's Shinigami powers being lost forever."

"...And that idea is going promptly in the trash." Ichigo said, earning a shocked look from Isshin. "Sorry if losing my powers isn't on the top of the list."

"I know you don't like it Ichigo, but it may be the only way to defeat Aizen."

"I am able to damage Aizen," Vergil informed, holding Yamato in front of him. "A swift cut to his neck will suffice."

"Jesus. I didn't think we were killing him." Ichigo commented. "And I don't even know Getsuga Tenshō, so I can't learn the final version of it."

"And you will not learn it." Vergil insisted as he grasped Ichigo's shoulder. "It is not our technique."

"Damn," Isshin muttered. "I guess I can't teach you."

"Whatever. I'm heading to sleep." Ichigo got up and started to walk to his room, being followed by Trish. "I've got stuff tomorrow, so I'm not going to be home."

"This situation is getting more and more complicated," Isshin told himself in a whisper.

"So it is what you sow and reap," Vergil commented as he leaned against the wall.

"What do you mean?"

Vergil pushed himself off the wall. "Your choice to hide Ichigo's nature from himself will cause him to seek them out."

"What do you mean?"

"It is not hard to understand." Vergil words were followed by him disappearing from Isshin's view, leaving him with his thoughts.

"How you think this is going to go?" Ichigo asked as sat on a chair outside a cafe. It was after school and nothing of interest happened. Uryu complained, Keigo was perverted, and Shinji tried to make him join his club.

"Most likely well," Vergil answered, sitting in the chair right to Ichigo. "Though my presence my alarm him."

"He would probably be confused about how I even know a few Quincy techniques."

"Indeed I am," Ryūken spoke as arrived. "Hello, Ichigo."

"Nice to see ya Ryūken." Ryūken sat opposing to Ichigo. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it ablaze and put it in his mouth.

"Now who is your friend?"

"It's a long story. But to shorten that, he's my Quincy heritage manifested." He thumbed Vergil. "He looks scarily similar to you."

"I can see the resemblance," Ryūken said as he gazed at Vergil. "So he is the reason for your knowledge of your heritage?"

"Indeed. I would have progressed his lessons, but I lack the supplies necessary." His jaw tightened before he continued. "We would like to ask you for your assistance."

"Hmm...Very well." Ryūken nodded. "Consider this a favor for Masaki." He fished into his suit's pocket and pulled out a necklace and presented it to Ichigo. Instead of the traditional silver and cross shape, it was a gold color and had two sets of wings clutching a red gem. "This was your mother's. I would assume she would want this."

Ichigo grabbed it from Ryūken, clutching it tightly in his hand before looking into his eyes. "Why did you have this?"

"Do you not know the connection between Masaki and myself?" A shake of Ichigo's head gave Ryūken all the info he needed. "I see. To summarize the relation between us it that when we were of younger age, Masaki was adopted into my own family. You know of my son, Uryu. She grew up with me, but was to marry me to continue the bloodline."

"Did you agree with it?" Ichigo growled slightly.

"I did not like it. But the Quincies were and still are nearly extinct. She was closer to a sister than anything else."

"Well nice to meet you, uncle," Ichigo said. "So what else to want to talk about?"

Ryūken took a drag from his cigarette. "My break is drawing to a close, but I wish to ask one thing. Why do you wish to gain the power of the Quincy?"

"Is asking why I want power a Quincy trait?" He asked rhetorically. "I want it to make sure no one can fuck with my family or friends."

Ryūken processed Ichigo's response before nodding. "Very well, it seems like your wish will be granted. Contact me for the list of items you desire."

"Huh, Uryu mentioned you're kind of a dick. Don't seem like it."

"Ah so my son as spoken about me? He perceives me as such as I feel like the Quincies are fools. There is no chance of making a living by saving the dead."

"...That makes sense I guess." Ryūken gave him a skeptical eye. "If you didn't work at the hospital, he couldn't live as he did. It's kinda a dick move on what you said, but makes sense."

"How peculiar. I wasn't expecting that response." He soon sat up and took one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground and putting it out beneath his foot. "Apologies for the sudden departure, but my break is nearing its end."

"See ya Ryūken." Ichigo gave a small wave to him. Ryūken gave a nod as he continued to walk away. Ichigo focused back on his mother's or rather his new Quincy Cross. He wrapped it around his left wrist like he had seen Uryu had done it before and attempted to activated it.

"You shouldn't do that in the open Ichigo," Vergil advised. "It may cause alarm."

"Fair point." Ichigo stopped his attempts but kept it wrapped around the wrist. "Now what?" As if some god was listening, they felt two massive amounts of Reiatsus appear. "The hell is that?"

"Practice for your Quincy Cross," Vergil answered as he sat up. "Should I grab your girlfriends?"

"Good idea, if just to have back up." Ichigo mimicked Vergil's actions as they both began to walk off in separate directions. Ichigo gave a wide smirk as his clothes transformed into what he dubbed his "Hunter" outfit.

Now, who could be that strong and I wouldn't know them? Ichigo sped off towards where the sources were; the park. Along the way, Nero and Dante appeared beside him.

"So kid, what's the game plan?" Dante asked. "I've been needing to kick some skulls in."

"Get in line Dante," Nero replied. "School isn't exactly the most entertaining thing to do the entire damn day."

"Suck it up both of you," Ichigo said. "Considering how strong they feel, we should be given a run for our money." They soon arrived at the park to see Chad was having his arm being slowly regenerated by Orihime, who was currently sending one of her faeries to attack one of the sources.

The sources both were wearing white outfits, but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. The bigger of the duo was a giant in size. His head was nearly bald with the exception of a ponytail on the back of his head. His jaw had a bony copy of it attached to it. His jacket was open and he lacked an undershirt, showing a muscular build with a hole in his chest.

His partner was significantly smaller than him. His skin was bone white, matching the broken half of the helmet atop his head. His cat-like eyes gave were entirely void of emotions as thin teal lines descended from them. His coat was slightly unzipped, showing a hole of his own going through his neck.

"Now who are you?" Ichigo asked as he slowly walked towards them. The fairy which Orihime launched towards the brute was blocked by him and crumbled to dust.

"Well look Ulquiorra! The target is here!" The brute commented to his partner, who's eyes shifted to Ichigo. "What shall we do with him?"

"Isn't it obvious Yammy? We kill him." Ulquiorra's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. "I'll let you take care of him."

"You did this all for me? I'm touched." Ichigo walked closer to Yammy with a smirk, holding Red Queen on his shoulder. "But you didn't need to bring in anyone else."

"Is that so? To bad bastard! You'll be too dead to care!" Yammy's fist swung at Ichigo, who parried with the tip of Red Queen, the clashing causing a shockwave. "Damn runt. You think you can beat me?!"

"I think he's got a fair chance," Dante said from the sidelines. "Definitely against someone like you. All brawn and no brain."

"You bastards think you can mock me!?" Yammy raged as he started to pull out his sword.

"Are you so outclassed that you have to use your Zanpakuto on a runt like him Yammy?" Ulquiorra asked.

"I'm pretty sure I'm taller than you emo." Ichigo shot back as he placed Red Queen on his back as Rebellion appeared next to it. "So unless you're secretly on your knees than you're the runt here."

Yammy's face had a wide smile as he swung his sword down at Ichigo. Ichigo gripped Rebellion's grip, the metal feeling cool against the scales of his hand, and swung, creating sparks against Yammy's sword.

"This all? Man, you guys are pushovers." Ichigo commented as Yammy's hand started to spark with red electricity. Ichigo himself started to pull out Ebony.

"I'm a pushover? Let's see if you like this!" Yammy thrusted his fist, releasing a red Bala from it. Ichigo held Ebony and fired one of his own. The resulting meeting of their Reiatsu canceled each other out. "What?"

"Surprise. Aizen never told you about my toys?" Ichigo pushed Rebellion harder, pushing Yammy's Zanpakuto closer to its owner. "Sucks for you." His hand started to glow as a sheathed Yamato appeared within it. Ichigo forced Reiatsu to coat Rebellion's blade, shocking Yammy. "Drive!" The energy released an arc-shaped Cero, which ripped through Yammy's defense. The opening allowed Ichigo to replace Rebellion with Yamato, which he quickly bent his knees and sheathed it and unsheathed it like lightning.

Yammy howled in pain as his arm fell off, his sword clattering along with it. Ichigo smirked as he put Yamato's sheath on his belt and focused on his Quincy Cross. It ignited with gold energy as a bow formed.

The bow had four limbs in an x-like fashion, with the limbs being golden energy and shaped like furled bird wings. Ichigo pulled the string which had formed back, creating a golden arrow. "Let's see how this works!" Ichigo let go of the string and shot the arrow straight at Yammy, hitting him in the chest.

"Ah!" Yammy recoiled as the arrow disintegrated, taking part of his flesh with him. "You little pest! You-" Yammy's voice was cut off by several more arrows sticking into him, making him a living pincushion. A final one nailed him in the head. His body fell to the floor, showing an unfazed Ulquiorra.

"So that is how strong you are?" Ulquiorra questioned as looked on at Yammy's body disintegrate, leaving only a white orb. "What is that?"

Ichigo remained silent as he held out his hand and the orb flew to him. He was enveloped with a glow which blinded Ulquiorra. When it died down, Ichigo now had pieces of armor covering him, all colored silver and pulsating with energy which shifted color.

His mouth was obscured with a mask, his legs were covered with grieves with saw blades attached to them, and his arms were covered with gauntlets. On his back was armor which resembled a small pair of wings.

The mask seemingly disappeared from existence, showing Ichigo face, who turned to Ulquiorra. "Your turn emo," Ichigo said as he started to march towards him. Ulquiorra disappeared from view, appearing a ways away.

He removed his hand from his pocket before tapping the air, causing a black void to open. "I have no desire to fight. I must report this to Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra informed as he entered the void, it closing it's maw after.

"Damn," Ichigo commented as he watched as Ulquiorra disappeared. He turned to Dante and Nero. "Looks like you won't get to fight."

"What a shame," Nero remarked. "At least you got a new weapon."

Ichigo looked down at the gauntlets and greaves. "They don't really fit me." He dismissed the weapons. "You want em, Dante?"

"Oh Ichigo, how did you know it was my birthday?" Dante smirked as he formed Gilgamesh on him. He did a few moves, testing it out before he nodded in approvement. "Nice."

"So where are the bastards?" Lady asked as she, Trish, and Vergil appeared. Kalina Ann was held at the ready.

"Eh, I kicked one of their asses and the other fled. Sorry." Ichigo said, earning a grunt of annoyance from Lady.

"How was the trial run?" Vergil asked as he noticed Dante's new weapon. "I'm presuming successful."

"Nailed it on the head, Vergil," Ichigo said as he activated his bow, showing it. "A bit difficult to use, but I'll be fine."

"Since when did you have that?" Trish asked.

"When I met my uncle today. That's why I couldn't hang out after school. Kinda a cool dude."

"Well since you had time for your uncle, you have time for us," Lady said, putting Kalina Ann on her back. "Date time."

"Well, this is going to be fun then." Ichigo agreed. His attention shifted to an injured Chad, a seemingly passed out Tatsuki, and a barely conscious Orihime. He jogged over and snapped his fingers a few times. "You okay Inoue?"

She gave a weak nod as she struggled. "Thank you Kurosaki-kun." She murmured out.

"My Ichigo. Looks like we didn't even need to interfere." Kisuke spoke as he and Yoruichi walked closer. His Zanpakuto was already prepped for battle.

"Oh yay, Urahara. And Yoruichi." Yoruichi smirked at the snarky tone towards Kisuke. "Are you here to shove another rock in someone?"

"Hm, not today. I was preparing to fight. You're not the only one to feel the Arrancar. But looks like you handled it."

"Only one. The emo escaped." He started to walk towards his own group. "I've got some stuff to do. Make sure they're okay."

"Alright, Ichigo," Yoruichi said as she walked towards Orihime, checking on her. "Have fun with your date."

"Probably will," Ichigo answered as he didn't stop his stride. He dropped both his hands on Trish and Lady's shoulders. "Let's get that date started eh?"

"Ah yes, let's go with our weapons. Perfect idea." Lady snapped snarkily. "We need to drop them off."

"Eh, we'll take care of that." Dante offered. "Turn over and they'll be back at home."

"Just don't mess with them." They turned over there weapons. Lady kept a handgun though.

"There in good hands. Now go have fun, crazy kids!" Dante and his brothers disappeared using their respective techniques, leaving Ichigo and the killer duo. Ichigo's clothes shifted back into his school outfit, complete with a bandaged right arm.

"so where are we going?" Trish asked.

"Umm..." Lady trailed for a few moments, earning a light laugh from Ichigo.

"I've got you covered. Let's head to a cafe." They both nodded in agreement and they were off to begin their date.