"The hell do you mean!?" Ichigo yelled out clenching his fist.
"I don't know how, but I don't think anyone could be as dumb as you, think of it as a blessing Ichigo Kurosaki," Uryu Ishida, The once last Quincy said before turning his back and walking away.
"So you attack me, then you insult me, and now you're just gonna leave!?" Ichigo Kurosaki, the now only other Quincy, yelled out.
"Meet me in the Arts and Crafts room after school," Uryu cryptically said before running off, leaving a stunned Ichigo and Rukia.
"...what the hell just happened?" Ichigo muttered as he stared at the spot Uryu was just at.
"I need to speak to a certain candy store owner about what happened," Rukia answered in a cryptic tone before shaking her head and raising her hand, and slapping Ichigo's horsy ass.
"Now hurry up and go, we have class to attend!" Rukia yelled out with a smile.
"You damn bitch I shouldn't have allowed you back on me!" Ichigo yelled out only for Rukia to kick his side.
Once more Ichigo would try to buck her off or grab her but like a hard tick, she stuck to his toned body.
So with a grumble, Ichigo walked back towards the school.
"Hey, Rukia…I nearly forgot but that U…that Quincy dude, reminded me…why are everyone's memories different?" Ichigo asked as his hoof hit the concrete pavement making a "clop" sound with each step, briefly his mind questioned if he would need horseshoes before promptly getting rid of that thought.
"It's a Shinigami duty to keep the human world unaware of the true going on of reality, so we Shinigami have devices to replace memories, though they're not exactly strong nor perfect, as we can't choose which memories get replaced with which is an issue for large scale environments where people will talk, like your school or home… so we had to use an experimental device which is a lot weaker but we can standardize the memories,"
"What do you mean weaker?" Ichigo asked as he walked past an ordinary human wearing a standard business suit.
"The original the fake memory would collapse if a person had stronger spiritual energy, a bit under what you have now, but more than when you were human, this one would collapse if it had enough spiritual pressure to see wholes, thankfully it seems only Uryu is on that level that knows you,"
"Yeah, that's luck- Karin!" Ichigo's glowing yellow eyes widened.
"Huh?" Rukia asked with a turn of her head.
"My sister! How the hell am I supposed to explain this to her!?"
"He already thought of that, he used the standard issue on her, which makes her memories conflict a bit with the rest of everyone, but it should be fine," Rukia said with a sigh and a thumbs up.
Ichigo's head lowered before speaking
"Is…this really okay?"
"Hmm? Oh…for you humans this must seem a bit morally questionable huh? Well, would you rather deal with the chaos? Imagine everyone you know acting like Uryu, not knowing if that's the real you or some crazy lady,"
Ichigo nodded before looking up to see they arrived at the school Rukia promptly jumped off, relieving the small weight that she was off his back.
"So…how the hell do I get back in there?" Ichigo asked after a few minutes of Rukia dragging his body to him.
"You just step in…I refuse to shove you back in there myself again so don't fall unconscious!" Rukia yelled out with a puff.
"Where'd that come from?" Ichigo asked as he gingerly stepped into his body, after a few minutes of wiggling Ichigo finally got back in his body.
"Ugh, I can't tell if this is worse or better than being in that other form," Ichigo jested as he cracked his neck, and stretched his legs.
"I wouldn't be too surprised if your body feels uncomfortable knowing what your spirit form looks like," Rukia said, patting her pleated skirt- once more firing off an odd question in his mind- 'do I leave spirit fur around?' before focusing his mind on fixing up his school uniform as much as he could.
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"What the hell did ya want!?" Ichigo asked as he slammed the sliding door open which revealed the cozy arts and craft room Rukia had earlier left claiming she had "Important Shinigami business to do," whatever that meant.
Ichigo never entered this room, on the standing argument that his image which he built up for so long would crumble, but for once Ichigo did an un-Ichigo thing and let his curiosity override his pride.
Instead of speaking, Uryu walked over to Ichigo, walked around him in a complete 360 then let out a sigh.
"Hmm, my initial estimates seem to be correct.." Uryu said, pushing up his glasses and then reaching into his pocket.
"Hey! Wait a minute, what are you doing!?" Ichigo yelled, raising his fist in a defense position.
Once more instead of speaking, Uryu pulled out a long measuring tape, and much quicker than Ichigo thought possible for human began roping it around him.
"Is this some sort of Quincy attack!?" Ichigo yelled as he attempted to punch the Quincy, only to miss.
"Hmm as I thought…this should fit perfectly," Uryu said with a small smirk before walking over to his desk, which Ichigo just realized had a collection of small cloth bags.
"Hey! Will you just explain yourself!" Ichigo said his tender and lamentful eyes now filled with rage.
"I got ahead of myself, my apologies," Uryu said, his back fully turned towards Ichigo as he grabbed one of the bags.
"If you really are a Quincy, no matter what sort of monster that Shinigami turned you into, it is my duty as the last trained Quincy to teach you. On the pride of the Quincy, I refuse to let you remain standing in the dark any longer!" Uryu's shoulders broadened and stood stiff as a fire blazed in his hidden eyes as he faced Ichigo Kurosaki his self-declared-protégé
"Last Quincy?" Ichigo muttered before shaking his head.
"Hey! Wait a minute I never agreed to this sort of thing! I don't care anything about you, this Quincy thing, or Shinigamis!" Ichigo yelled as he made an "X" with his arms.
"Ichigo Kurosaki, that Shinigami, claimed that you took her powers to protect your family, correct?" Uryu asked, stepping closer to the strawberry mint.
"So what?"
"There are things out there that are more powerful than that simple hollow you fought, beings amplitudes higher than you could imagine beings able to bring down the sun itself, to forever torment the men it scorched, do you really think you can protect your family, friends or anyone when there are beings out there like that?"
"..." Ichigo remained in silence as a slight sweat dripped down his forehead.
"It doesn't matter, Rukia will regain her powers and I'll lose the ones I have now,"
"Tch, once again I can't believe that you're this thick, Ichigo, why are you a Quincy Hollow-like being right now?"
"Because Rukia gave me her powers?"
"Rukia is a Shinigami, wouldn't it make sense if you were some sort of Shinigami Hollow-like being instead?"
Ichigo's eyes widened, before speaking.
"It's because I was already a Quincy…"
"Yes, so once that Shinigami gets her power back, you should be weaker, but still retain your Quincy powers, so, will you allow me to teach you?" Uryu asked, raising his empty hand.
"Tch…you really like to talk doncha?" Ichigo huffed out before raising his hand to take Uryu's before suddenly pulling him in,
"If you fuck me, or my family because of this, I won't hesitate to hurt you,"
Uryu nodded before suddenly realizing that he was incredibly close to a member of the opposite sex-at least in appearance a large blush overtook his face and he rapidly scooted away.
"Tomorrow we will start, but before that, I refuse to teach you while you wear that…outfit," Uryu said, throwing the cloth bag towards Ichigo before looking away.
"The hell!?" Ichigo yelled as he caught the bag.
"Looking through my Sensei's notes on Quincy culture before… that should be a pretty accurate replica, I hope it fits and…the…the… missing bits I refuse make them…you'll have to buy them yourself," Uryu said red covering his face before pointing to a nearby door with a note nailed into it.
"Changing room"
"Wait…Uryu…" Ichigo muttered softly as he opened the bag before nearly being blinded by the amount of white in the bag.
"It's a historic part of Quincy culture, I would make something to replace that Shihakusho that you wear in your spirit form, sadly I don't have the materials to make it non-corporeal, also I wasn't sure if I should make a skirt or how, and with the way you tote around that Shinigami would you need a saddle-" Before Uryu could continue Ichigo finally landed a hit, making him fall to his ass.
"What the hell is this shit!" Ichigo yelled out as he held up a skirt and a pair of knee-high-heeled boots.
"Ichigo, I knew you lacked certain mental fallacies, but I assumed you would know what a skir-" once more before he could continue Uryu was punched in the face.
"I know what a fucking skirt is! What I want to know is why the hell did you make one for me!?"
"Well…" Uryu's face turned an even deeper red that even tomatoes would be jealous of.
"W-Well, you're currently a f-female, and you can't just throw away tradition even if your…situation is…a tad odd," Uryu said with a puff of his chest as he stood up.
"No way in hell am I wearing that! It doesn't even look cool!"
"You're disrespecting the pride of the Quincy! As with the last two we must preserve some of it, and that won't be your only outfit, I do need to make some female clothes as part of an assignment, which has been tanking my grade for a while, and you're the perfect muse!" Uryu yelled his glasses glinting in the sun as if to hide the many ideas locked in the lonely Quincy's mind.
Ichigo glared at the boy then at the skirt and heels than at the shabby attire that he was wearing now that he was tripping over, before letting out a sigh.
"Only until you get me better clothes and no more skirts!"