His Hollowed Soul

Ichigo Kurosaki, orphan, and amnesiac sat cross-legged surrounded by books and scrolls. He was alone currently and studying within the old dusty cabin in uptown New York.

Ichigo Kurosaki was the only name he had, remembered at the age of four years old. He wondered the streets without his parents or guardian for a long time, getting help from strangers and local gangs surprisingly enough.

Being fed and getting clothing. Being nurtured to fight if push came to shove while learning how to read and write by gangsters.

That changed when an old man with strange clothing stood in front of him. He wore a very big wizard hat that obscured his face and while he seemed bizarre and odd, had taken him in as his own son and apprentice.

Learning Magic…

The Orange haired seventeen-year-old shifted his position on the dusty floor to one of relaxation. He was on his side, elbow used to prop up his upper half and his fist pushed onto his left cheek. His eyes going over the text, funneling in all the information cheaper by chapter.

Ichigo yawned abruptly and grumbled.

He was beginning to get annoyed by just doing this.

Without much to do, the young sage in training was wondering when he'd be called to do a mission.

That's right, a mission.

From time to time, Ichigo, as well as his teacher would take in odd jobs from someplace called Soul Society. While the place had an interesting name and conducted jobs within their own spherical influence, Ichigo's master received letters from time to time.

He'd go with and subdue things called Hollows for them.

At times they wouldn't be needed and they'd simply just stay in connection with them.

On this trail of thought, the orange-haired student of magic purses his lips at a certain term he didn't know about.

He racked his brain to and even opened several books to understand what it meant but he couldn't get a lick of it. Instead, he got up and dusted himself off.

"The hell is that stupid staff at when you need it?" Ichigo asked himself looking from right to left. Not that he thought about it, the young man noticed the darkroom he was in, was far darker than normal. Maybe he should open up a window or something.

Rubbing the back of his neck he decided to do just that. Walking over within the dark, barely avoiding falling or kicking stacks of books over.

Small-time curses and almost falling aside, the apprentice grabbed the curtains and threw them open. A blast of sunlight blinded the teen's vision for a second and he flickers away.

When he felt it would be good to look, he ended up leaning on the wall. Looking over the city of New York.

He couldn't help but grin at the sight of the tall towers and bustling roads of life.

He smiled fondly at the sight.

Rigging caught his ears and he turned around to see the old school phone go off. He blinked his eyes and moved over to pick the thing up.

"Hello," Ichigo began. "This is the Dragons School of Sorcery, Ichigo speaking."

The other side was quiet.

"Hello?" He repeated again.

"Yes, yes, hello, and sorry for not speaking up! I'm calling for the man named Logan, is he in right now?"

Ichigo sighed, 'Must be another mission.' "No, unfortunately. Old man Logan is out right now doing some business. He won't be returning until the end of the year."

"The year!?" Ichigo steeled himself and pushed the phone away from his ear with a cringe. "H-he didn't think to notify us on such a sudden leave!

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. His teacher didn't think to tell their employers about this? Odd.

"Well, please don't yell into the student's ear, please. If anything, I'm guessing you need his help right?"

"Yes! More than you'd think- what! Now!? The stupid old man isn't-" 'Who the hell is she talking to…?' He heard the woman growl and sight out. Sheesh, he was kinda feeling bad for her. "Ichigo right?"

"Yes, that's who I am."

"And your Big Hat Logan's Apprentice?"

"The one and only…" 'Where the hell was this eccentric ass lady taking this.?'

She cleared her throat over the line, causing the young mage to wonder some things. "Will you come in his stead and provide the Soul Society your support? As per the agreement between Soul Society and Supreme Sage Logan, when-" "Ya sure."

He heard things being thrown all over the place and cringed at all the supposed furniture being broken.

This went on for some time, voices in the background going off.

He couldn't help but nervously laugh over his end of the line.

"Ahem, sorry for that, you've agreed to take up this Mission correct?"

"Y-yes."

"Good. The time and date for you to receive a letter will be in seven days. Please be ready to leave right after reading it and prepare your belongings and any necessities. Good day, Ichigo." And with that, the line went dead.

For the young man's part, he couldn't help but deadpan. This wasn't something he was used to, and that was for damn sure something that shouldn't have happened.

The orange-haired boy just placed the phone down and decided to get ready ahead of time. This shouldn't be too much of a problem…

Well, this would be his first mission on his own.

Seven Days Later

Currently dressed in all-black attire with bleached white bone armor adorned in specific areas of the body, Ichigo Kurosaki was sitting at the table of the home he resides in. A sheathed sword on his back and long as his arms, a staff as black as night as well. He wore the mages cloak over the bone armor and he had the wizards big hat on his head.

Just like the man who adopted him, it was rather, extremely, large. It too was black, yet it was pointy at the front. His face was barely covered by it, only masking his eyes.

He was reading a letter, addressed to him. Ichigo was given the time to depart, where to go, the mission instructions, and who to meet.

"Damn it, these guys seem to be in some deep crap," Ichigo commented out loud. Not really sure about this mission.

"How so boss?"

"Infighting and more than just that. I'll inform you on the way, Ebony. There's a grip to go over." Ichigo moved to stand up and check his things. This was going to get ugly and he knew it. After all, this was going to be war.

"Roger that. Say, where are we going anyway?" The voice asked and Ichigo reached behind himself, grabbing the handle of the black staff. "Boss?"

"Karakura City, also Ebony," His staff was at his side humming a strange noise.

"What's up?"

"You got everything ready right? The Miracles, Pyromancy, and the backup right?"

"Yes sir! It took some time but the Hellkite summon is ready and waiting upon your desire. Just don't be seen riding the damn thing or else."

Ichigo winced at the hidden warning. He remembered clearly and hoped to never be lectured by the old man again. Adjusting his satchel which housed the rest of his arsenal he gave himself a once over.

"Ready?"

"Ready. Let's head out."

And with that, Ichigo Kurosaki would flip the sign from open to close as he walked out onto the streets of New York. No one batted an eye at his strange appearance and he looked back at the door he walked out of.

He smirked.

This was just another day.

Another day, unlike the rest.

And he, Ichigo Kurosaki, apprentice of the Supreme Sage; Big Hat Logan would soon behold the sight of a Dark Soul.

End

This is an AU of both Dark Souls and Bleach. Everything will be fundamentally the same, but vastly different. This was something I was thinking of, and low and behold a wacky idea the involved Bleach and Dark Souls.

By the way, this Ichigo will have pretty much all the Miracles (Dark included), Pyromancies (Chaos and Dark), alongside all the Sorceries, and this will span all three games. If anything I'll add in more weapons and armors, and bring in some bosses.

Ichigo isn't going to be OP Bs, but he is going to be strong. However, he ain't much of an ass beater.

Anyway good day, or night, and please review if you've thought that anything needs more explanation or simple grammar mistakes. I use Grammarly and it has been helpful, but if anyone can, I'd like some assistance with my other stories. If you can, please PM me.