Rain Rain Go Away:

Chapter six

The Good, the bad and the ugly

Disclaimer: If I were Tite Kubo I would order Bleach to be on every night and for Dattebayo and Lunar Anime to sub things quicker. And Rukia would be wearing a cape and be running around in circles…..and I would have enough money for therapy

Ichigo suddenly felt like he was being watched. Although the presence of whoever this is was not threatening so he did not take in such a manner. "Oi! Do you mind not ogling me like that?"

Rukia narrowed her eyes. This obviously was not a friendly ghost. "Yeah as soon as you stop acting rude you fool! What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you want to be hollowized?"

Ichigo scowled and turned his head to see whom the annoying voice belonged to. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about but I have every right to be here! It's not like I have anywhere else to go."

Rukia fixed this arrogant boy with a frown. "Are you really that dense kid?" She spread out her legs so that they were at shoulder length apart. "Do you really think you can wander around here for the rest of your life with no problems? You are hollow bait walking around like that! It won't be my fricken problem when you get eaten alive but then again seeing as how insolent you have acted towards me, I would say you could become a hollow all on your own!"

Ichigo did not know why but somehow that stung him really bad. He didn't know what this 'hollow' was but he didn't like being called one. "Well look at you midget, who do you think you are talking to a high school freshman like me? Why don't you play your little hollow games to someone of your age, little brat!"

Rukia felt a neck vein pop. "I'm a brat am I?" With amazing speed, this little midget flash stepped up the school to the rooftop and did a kick in the groin making a certain carrot topped teenage doubling over, cursing out streams of profanity at this girl. He would not let his pride show this girl how much this hurt him so he closed his eyes. "Who are you?!"

Rukia sniffed and gave him this look as if she would never explain to the likes of him. She was probably some rich man's daughter thought Ichigo. She was just like every other teenager at his school, superficial and immature.

Ichigo scoffed. "Fine, it's not like it matters anyway. Why would I want to even know the name of a little girl who goes around beating the crap out of older guys. You have some major attitude problems. Ever think of anger management or therapy?"

So heres the scores so far,

Rukia: uno

Ichigo: dos

Rukia rolled her eyes. This boy was not going to make this easy for her. "Listen, you would do all of us a favor but shutting your trap and letting me perform my konso which is what I'm supposed to do!"

Ichigo smirked now, Rukia did not look so sure of herself now. It was as if she was looking for stuff to make her show off her intellect. "You don't know how to, do you?"

Rukia's face was red. "Of course I do!! Why wouldn't I?"

Ichigo still had the smug smile on his face. "Liar." Rukia took a better look at this boy, it seemed that his attention was diverted from hers and he was now looking in another direction and his eyes were unreadable.

"So what are you supposed to be? My guardian angel or something?" Ichigo frowned when he thought of his mother and that lady who came first for him. "I don't suppose that you are supposed to help me pass on are you?"

Rukia nodded, for the first time looking serious. "That I am, although I don't think you can call me an angel."

Ichigo nodded briefly. "That's good, because you sure aren't pretty or friendly like one."

Rukia sighed and punched him on the shoulder.

Ichigo adjusted his shoulder blade and rubbed it a little bit. "So violent…"

Rukia looked away. "It has been so long," she said so low to herself. Ichigo caught what she said but did not ask. Ichigo thought he should do his charitable deed of the day. "Listen, do whatever shit that you have to do and lets get this over with."

Rukia smiled. "I never lose in the battle of wits!" Ichigo ran his fingers through his locks of orange hair that always got him so much attention before. Rukia took the hilt of her sword and only looked at it once before stamping it on his head like a precious package and almost at once a blue light engulfed him. "Names Kurosaki, Kurosaki Ichigo." Rukia smiled. "And my name is Kuchiki, Kuchiki Rukia." Then Ichigo's body was gone and in his place was a hell butterfly and it flew away into the sky. Rukia had a triumphant expression on her face again. She had just performed her first konso successfully. She put her sword back in its sheath and descended from the rooftop beside her Taicho.

Ukitake rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I assume that everything went well miss Kuchiki?"

Rukia nodded, bowing in respect as she would for her brother. "Hai! Ukitake-Taicho!"

When everything said was done, her captain once more opened a door and all of them followed the hell butterflies into the door. Then everything was calm again and the clouds began to go away. The sun was shining brightly of Karakura town, ready to make up for the rainfall.

Meanwhile at the Kurosaki household, guests were filing in quickly. Kurosaki Isshin was acting animatedly and overenthusiastic about everything and was trying to be a good host. The guests would only smile but inwardly groan. Minutes turned into hours and hours passed by, but Ichigo was nowhere in sight. Yuzu was starting to get worried and Karin, was also not home. She wanted to ask her father if she could go out and look for them but her question was soon answered as everyone heard a door slam open. They all went into their respectful hiding places, waiting to jump out and scare the living heck out of the orange-haired boy and many greetings would be exchanged. But tears were soon heard and a certain tomboy girl known as Karin was trying to hold back her screaming between her sobbing fits. Yuzu had not seen Karin like this in awhile. She knew something had to be wrong. When the lights were turned on again, in that 10 year old's arms was a bloody and limp manifestation of their brother. Yuzu gaped at how serious her ichi-nii's wounds were. Her heart was beating fast. Isshin walked up with haste to his beloved son and examined him. After what seemed like days, he had a grave tone in the way he spoke, his eyes grim with sadness; a look that terrified Yuzu and Karin. "I am sorry my little ones. The guest of honor is gone and is never coming back." Now this was supposed to be a surprise party but for their brother not them. The atmosphere in that room was heavy and the guests felt this and departed quickly out of the house, murmuring words to one another. Karin looked down in defeat, her bangs covering her eyes. "Happy Birthday Ichigo."

I meant for this to actually be more emotional, and I didn't really get down what I wanted to, but I just wanted it out of the way, so now…onward ho to more IchixRuki!!

Ichigo awoke in a fog; his memory a little hazy. He did not know where he was or why until he remembered a particular raven haired midget. That's right, thought Ichigo, She sent me here. Although, he never imagined it would be that easy. He thought he would never leave, but somehow that brat helped him. As much as he hated himself for it, that little bitch eased him a little bit of that pain he had held so dearly all those years. He knew they would cross paths again some day. It was then that he realized that his mother must be here somewhere, along with Naomi. Being Idle and non-productive will not help him so he got up with less struggle than before. He was getting more and more accustomed to feeling this way. The chain of fate was gone from his chest but he still felt tight and unable to breathe. Ichigo sighed and cleared his throat. He saw so many people like him but they all looked much older, and the clothing they had looked as if they bought all of them at a thrift shop in the early 1940s. He stood out like a sore thumb. The young hyperactive teenager first looked for a stand that sold clothing like everyone else was so he wouldn't feel so awkward. Then he scouted the town for anyone who knew the whereabouts of his mother but no one seemed to know or willing to give out such information, which left him agitated.

The day was wearing thin. The hours were disappearing quickly and luck was not on his side. He scowled, more frustrated then ever. "Every damn turn I make, all these damn walls look the same! How fricken big is this place huh?" He didn't even know that he was screaming but even if he did know, he didn't care. He was on a mission but his patience was quickly fading. He panted, exhausted. He had been searching all day, asking anyone he could and trying to imagine where his mother could have gone after she left him. He noticed a quick change in the pressure behind him. He had to properly ground his feet before turning a full 180 degrees. He squinted his eyes. He saw a shady figure ahead of him. From what Ichigo could tell, it had a voluminous figure and had a white mask that covered its face. "Just what the hell are you?" The hollow smiled and hummed as if he was interested in what was in front of him. "My my, a tasty soul! You came just in time, I was starting to get hungry. You will do for now." The hollow smiled, its red eyes never straying away from Ichigo. Kurosaki jr. looked around for the nearest object to use as a projectile when he saw a chair. He took the chair and ran at the monster with the chair above his head. With a mighty battlecry he threw the object at it. The hollow laughed and flicked the chair away. Ichigo cursed himself for the failure. His battle was attracting attention quickly. Children and adults all ran inside their shelters for protection. At least no one would be hurt. It would just be Ichigo and this ugly beast, or so he thought. He had no time to cover himself and protect himself from the blow as the hollow made a direct impact with his stomach. The hollow's claws went straight through him. Ichigo was desperately claiming to life as the hollow had his claws engraved in his stomach. The hollow laughed again as his claws retreated, pulling out a lot of blood. Ichigo stumbled before falling on his knees. He threw up one eye, still trembling from the loss of so much blood. He coughed up more blood until he finally blacked out.

Ichigo had no way of knowing what time it was when he finally regained consciousness but it must not have been that long because when he woke up, the hollow was still there watching amused as this little human spirit was dancing his own dance of pain and misery that he inflicted upon the young lad. He was in a generous mood today. Had he not have been, he would have eaten him much longer. But this hollow did not like to eat weaklings, so he wanted the boy to live and try to fight again. The boy's slow but endless amounts of blood pouring from his wounds, was his own reward. As he looked at the villagers of this district, he saw all the terror gleaming in their eyes. One of his goals was accomplished. With striking fear into these people, maybe they would surrender to him, or better, pray for mercy. Yes this hollow would love to see that. He looked lazily over to see how the orange haired kid was doing. Amazingly, the boy was on his feet again. He only looked weak for a minute but found his footing and stabilized it. "How dare you endanger these poor people's lives you monster! What have they ever done to you? Is this supposed to be heaven or am I in hell?"

The hollow smirked at this boy's ignorance. He must be new here. "I am a hollow, you ungrateful urchin! Hear my howl and tremble. I eat souls for food, and they have not done anything to me but cause me hunger. Now I have been more than generous to you, I even let you awaken and get on your feet. You would have been long dead by now. Now bow to my feet, for I have spared your pathetic life. Move aside while I feast on this merciful souls."

Ichigo stumbled again. He found that at the moment, he lost the ability to speak or move.

The filthy hollow gave a smug glance. "I guess you have found that you can neither move or speak. Whenever I score my claws into my victim, most of their senses are dulled and paralyzed. I inject poison into the body. As the hours pass, you will slowly die if you don't already from all the blood loss."

Ichigo wanted to speak but he couldn't. He silently cursed this to himself as he watched poor entities being devoured, and children as well. Ichigo wanted to wake up from this nightmare and be in his bed at home. He even wanted his father's foot in his face to get out of bed. He wanted Yuzu to scold him for fighting his father so early in the morning, anything but this. His whole face, chest and stomach were torn. Beneath him was a pool of crimson. He fought against everything that held him down to see what was happening until he picked out one boy and his mother. The boy was desperately trying to save this friend who was about to be killed by the hollow when his mother stepped in front of him to shield her son. What the son found as his mother was on top of him was that there was an open hole in her back and her eyes were rolled back. Her body became colder than it was and blood was everywhere. The boy was shaking his mother furiously to wake up, but she did not do so. The boy was sobbing. Ok so after seeing this fiasco, of course our little protagonist was touched by it. But not like the way he would be inspired by it, more like infuriated. Something burned deep in Ichigo's soul and I guess you could say he had sort of like a deja vu epiphany moment. Ichigo's lazy orange locks casted his face into shadow. Something awoke in Ichigo like a power erupting inside him. A blue aura similar to the light that engulfed Ichigo when that bitchy soul reaper performed that konso, or whatever the hell that was spiked around him. "You ugly bastard! How dare you do something so sick! Don't you ever regret doing that?" The hollow laughed

"Of course not boy! Everyone here is my prey and I shall play with them when I please." He opened his mouth to reveal sickingly blackened teeth.

"You will pay for disturbing the peace here you Ugly S.O.B!" Then Ichigo charged at the hollow with much more of intent to kill in his eyes and more speed. With ease, Ichigo jumped off the ground and drove his fist up the hollows face then finishing with a kick on the head. The impact was so great that the hollow had disappeared as soon as it came. Ichigo panted, sweat dripping down him heavily. He then walked over to the crying boy and with a softer voice than before, he knelt down and put his hand on the boys head. "Are you ok?" The boy looked up, his face red from all the crying but the tears stopped coming. The boy forced a smile and hugged Ichigo. "Thank you for killing that mean monster."

Ichigo smiled. "Not a problem kid!" As if that had awakened people from their cowardice, people from all over the town surrounded Ichigo, bombarding him with thanks. Ichigo thought with an eye twitch, Oh so now they notice me! I act all heroic and they finally see that I exist. But a bright thought popped into his head. Maybe since I helped them out, they can help me find my mother! He thought with a grin, that everything would turn out like he planned. But for now, he had to learn a little more about where he was, and maybe ask for a map of some sort.