OK everyone, I have decided to change the date of release to around 9 days. I'm sorry, I always change the date of everything. I need to write at my own pace and write what I think would sound great instead of worrying over what you awesome people think, because when I do that, I change everything from what it originally should have been - I have side-tracked about 3-5 times on the first chapter. :)

Thanks Serin2 for being so honest to me and I couldn't have made the story much better than what it was before without you guys. I want you all to be honest - as honest as Serin2 was - with me and tell me what you think. If you like it, tell me; if you don't like it, tell me what I can improve. I'm writing this story to make you guys happy.

Please tell me if it has improved. In my opinion it has, but I want to know from you if it has.

"GOOOOD MOOORNIN' ICHIGOOO!" Isshin roared with excitement, full of life as he came charging into the room with a strong and substantial flying kick of which was deflected by the overpowered fist from Ichigo that came in contact with the older man's unshaven face just before he could land a kick to wake him up - just like he usually tries on your 'average' morning in the Kurosaki household.

"Get lost!" Ichigo yelled back, his signature scowl planting upon his face as he swung his legs over his bed and stood up, purposely standing on his irritating father. Everyday he would come into his room and wake him up. Whether it's from a punch, kick or even random yells. One day, just one day he would want his dad to be normal. Just one day. Although, it would be impossible for that to happen due to the fact that the former Captain, Isshin, couldn't even bother to know what normal is, let alone comprehend the ways of the peculiar behaviour.

Ichigo dragged his feet downstairs, strolling as he gave a small greeting to his sublime sisters, Yuzu and Karin. The delightful daughters of Isshin were both at the table eating their breakfast as they awaited their father to come down and eat them them. The orange-haired Soul Reaper boy sat down on one of the chairs before digging in to his breakfast, but Yuzu's look of worry didn't go unnoticed. Her dark, brown eyes gazed up at the boy who then just shrugged it up as nothing. That didn't stop her expression changing. The light-brown haired girl just continued with her usual sympathetic expression that dwelled within her emotions.

On the other hand, the other younger sister of Ichigo, Karin, just casually remained calm, not caring whatsoever about the situation which happens almost repeatedly. To tell the truth, it just aggravates her. The screams and yells of rage coming from the two males really ticked her off, everyday was the same; an unchanging pattern. She placed one of her small arms on her twin's shoulders and shook her head, "don't worry, Yuzu," Karin reassured, "they do this all the time. They're boys, you need to remember that."

After eating breakfast, Ichigo walked over towards the door and picked up his bag, flinging it over his shoulder, carelessly whilst holding it loosely. In the background, he heard both Karin and his father arguing over the older man being normal for once.

"You idiot!" Karin screeched, a raged tone filling her voice, "why can't you just be normal?!"

A flabbergasted look crawled on Isshin's face, him taken back with surprise as he leaped over towards the abnormally large poster of Masaki Kurosaki, her wonderful smile gleaming as her delicate-looking skin shone in the light as the oldest Kurosaki hugging as he yelled, "oh Masaki! Where did I go wrong?! My daughters are rebelling against me now...!" He trailed off, Ichigo not bothering to listen to any more of this torment. Despite the fact that this was normal, he really couldn't be bothered to put up with it. Ever.

As he stepped outside, he gave a sigh of relief, stretching his arms upwards as if he were to reach the sky. He had managed to survive another dreadful morning in that house. That crazy, infuriating house. "You can come out now, Rukia, Renji..." Ichigo said, knowing that the two Soul Reapers were lingering around his house, waiting for their friends to drop his guard so they can sneak up on him.

"What a lively family you have there," Renji mused, Rukia silently laughing behind him as they both came out of the shadows which were created by the some-what large building blocking the rays of the scorching sun that was slowly making its way upwards, sluggishly moving along to get to the other end of the sky.

"Whatever, just come on," Ichigo retorted, his tone explained that he couldn't be bothered to put up with Renji's annoying jokes or subtle insults that he would slyly slip out in a conversation every now and then.

Danny woke up one wonderful - or not so wonderful morning to him - as the sun was shimmering beautifully through the blinds which hung steadily over the window. "Jetlag..." he murmured, bags forming under his eyes as he was unable to get much sleep. Oh how much of a pain it will be to overcome that unpleasant feeling.

The ghost-boy stood up, running a hand through his soft, onyx-black hair as he made his way over to his wardrobe where his clothes were. Reaching a hand to his casual clothes of which he would usually wear that consisted of a red and white t-shirt along with his usual blue, denim jeans. However, he stopped as soon as his fingers had made contact with the soft fabrics as he realised that he was going to a Japanese school - not his normal, American school - therefore he needed to wear his uniform that he had acquired when his parents bought them for him.

Slipping on his uniform and realising how uncomfortable it is, he walked downstairs the stairs which seemed almost endless despite almost tripping on the last step as he walked down them.

"Hey, Danny," Jazz greeted as the boy of the moment walked to the table, carelessly pulling out the chair before exhaustedly throwing himself down onto it. The boy eyed his breakfast, noting that it was his typical American breakfast. Instead, there were a few bowls on one tray which consisted of chopped fish, plain rice, along with some miso soup.

"Oh, uh, hey," he replied, his attention turning towards his bright and perfect sister, Jazz, before switching his attention towards the food again; focussing on each part of it as he eyed it as if it were poison. 'None of this looks edible...' Danny thought to himself, giving the food a disgusted look. "Hey, Mom?" He asked the woman who seemed to be making food at the kitchen.

"Yes?" She replied, turning her face to meet his bright blue eyes with her dark-ish purple eyes.

"What exactly is this?"

"Breakfast, what else?"

"No, I mean seriously. It looks like something has died on here!" He gestured towards his food, "it also smells like something has died too."

"You need to get used to the food over here. You'll be having it everyday, so go ahead, try it!"

"I-I think I'll pass."

"Danny..."

"Mom, I wouldn't even feed this to Wulf, nor would I feed it to Cujo!"

"Who are they?"

"Doesn't matter," Danny said quickly, realising what he had just mentioned, "I'd better get off now. I don't want to be late for my first dreadful day of school..."

"Okay," his mother said, smiling before she added, "don't forget your lunch!"

"I won't," Danny confirmed, picking it up as he grabbed his bag, walking out of the front door and giving a loud and exaggerated sigh. If he had forgotten his lunch, who knows what embarrassing stunt his parents would pull just to make sure he had been given it. You never know, they might bash down the nineteenth wall with their colossal ghost hunting vehicles, or they might just blow it up with one of their over-powered ghost hunting ray guns.

Danny Fenton walked through the gates of the school he was enrolling in for one month. However, he noticed an innumerable amount of different pairs of eyes staring at him. As he trailed through the school, he felt much more eyes stab into the back of his head. It was as if he had committed a callous crime, the boy having holes dug through his head with the disgust from all the other eyes.

He reached an office where he was told to go and noted that it said, "Kouchou-sensei" on the door. After thinking about it for a while, he came to a conclusion that a 'Kouchou-sensei' is the Japanese equivalent to a Principal. For the umpteenth time today, he gave an over-exaggerated sigh before knocking on the door which stood in front of him.

The door opened revealing an old man, probably in his mid fifties, with horn-like, grey hair poking out at the sides. The man's moustache was incredibly long as was his woolly, grey beard. Using all the force in his will, and the restraint of his body, he held back his laugh that was bursting through. He was about to explode with laughter! The man looked like an old clown in Danny's eyes!

"Are you Daniel Fenton?" The old man asked, gesturing the boy inside.