"Quit following me!" Daniel yelled, walking slightly faster as an orange-haired, brown-eyed teenager followed him.

Danny Fenton was walking home after an exhausting first day of school in Japan. Rain poured from the grey clouds of anguish as the droplets of water splashed onto the floor, slightly bouncing as they hit the puddles. Puddles which rippled from the touch of the desolate tears that came from the serene heavens above. The situation became slightly more tense with each passing second, the rain dribbling from the boys' hair.

"We just need to talk," Ichigo said for the umpteenth time, he too matching the speed of the American boy that he was following.

Sighing, the halfa came to a halt as he turned around, waiting for the aggravating, yet frightening boy to catch up to him. As he did, Danny stepped back slightly as a drop of rain slid down the side of his face, sluggishly making its way down to his neck; making him shiver with fear. He had no idea what he wanted. However, for all he knew, this could possibly be the Japanese equivalent of Dash Baxter. Or maybe this was the kind of guy who just hated new people. Or maybe he could be completely wrong and Ichigo Kurosaki could be someone who looked terrifyingly strong, but nice. Then again, what's the chances of that?

"Look, whatever I did, I'm sorry," the Fenton boy apologised, backing up once more. The boy's bright, blue eyes darting around for a clean and quick exit as he refused to gaze into the petrifying eyes of Ichigo. His hands were shaking slightly, preparing for a powerful punch to the face.

Ichigo had a look of perplexity hidden within his scowling expression. His eyes glowed danger, but that was most likely due to the stress he has to put up with almost everyday - and the wet weather. His annoying family arguments didn't exactly help with happy mood, neither did the irritating hollow attacks - which almost seem clichéd most of the time - and we can't forget that every time a new student joins, something bad always happens. Doesn't matter who they are, but trouble always follows them. "What are you talking about?" Ichigo asked, watching the boy glance around the street. Did he really look that frightening?

Danny gaped. His icy blue eyes wide open at the question he was asked. "You... don't want to hurt me?" He asked, his tone just above an anxious whisper. His hands fiddled with each other, connecting then disconnection in a nervous motion; trying to take his mind off of things to improve his courage.

"Eh," Ichigo groaned, rubbing the back of his orange head with his arm, noticing that it was soaked with rainwater. He looked up awkwardly and spoke out, "it depends who you are."

Danny looked up to face him, realising that he was staring up at the cloud-filled sky. "What do you mean?" He asked, Ichigo's head moving down at the question, meeting the boy's eyes.

"Weird stuff happens around here in Japan - mostly around Karakura town."

"Yeah... I figured..." Danny mumbled, almost inaudible. He glanced around after gazing into Ichigo's eyes. For a brief second, he managed to see through the pained scowl and the dangerous eyes to see someone filled with hope and happiness. Happiness that he never thought he would see in someone so strong - or at least someone who looks strong.

"So," Ichigo spoke up getting to the point. "Who are you?"

Danny flinched at the sudden change of tone, "I-I'm Danny Fenton... I thought you knew."

"You can't fool us," a strong, female voice sounded from the distance.

Flinching once again, he turned around to notice a woman on top of a building. She was small in size, though her black, short hair whirled in the wind as it flowed wildly. Her face was darkened from the darkness of the sky, the rain patting where she stood. Her posture seemed to be more confident as her defiant grin was subtle, yet easily comprehensible.

"Oh, Rukia," Ichigo commented, a smile growing on his lips. "I wondered when you'd get here. Where's Renji?"

Suddenly, the mentioned girl, Rukia, jumped down from the building. She landed on the floor, water moving away slowly as the wind from her fall relocated the puddle of water. Then, the girl looked at the halfa as if nothing had happened whilst the American boy, Danny Fenton, cringed at the thought of her bones breaking as she fell. Despite that never happening. "He should be here soon."

"Rukia...?" Danny sounded, mumbling as he tried to remember who that was... When it hit him like a train, he remembered who the midget-like female actually was. Oh boy. She was one of them. Mentally, Danny slapped himself as she gazed around the street, subtly searching for an exit. Everywhere was dark. The darkened clouds which hid the light of the sky had hazed his vision. He couldn't see further than four feet - horizontally.

"Boy, explain who you are," Rukia demanded, her violet eyes were like daggers. They seemed to sink painfully into him with each passing second. He was anxious as he gazed around, to Ichigo, to Rukia, to the sky. His hands were entwining with them selves as nervousness, yet annoyance engulfed him.

"I must have said this a thousand times today," Danny replied, cholerically, "I am Danny Fenton. If I say it one more time I will explode!"

"I didn't mean it like that. You should know what I am saying, Danny. There's something odd about you. We Soul Reapers sense strange Spiritual Energies resonating from you. What are you?"

"I'm-"

"Don't bother repeat that line again. As annoying as it is for you to say it; it's annoying for us to hear it repeated."

They came closer. Their steps threatening, their eyes intimidating. Before he knew it, they loomed over him. It seemed as if he were getting smaller; them getting bigger, though it was most likely his imagination going wild as his emotions of fear. The boy with black hair took a deep breath, he wasn't going to let them bully him. He refused to allow them to talk to him like that.

"I'm a human," Danny yelled as he looked into their eyes. "A normal human. Want me to spell it out for you? H-U-M-A-N," he continued, feeling strangely proud, yet at the same time even more frightened of what they were going to do to him. Every time he had stuck up for himself, it got even more worse for him. Each time.

The two Japanese people laughed, knowing what he said was lying. It was obvious, his bright, blue eyes explained it all. Especially how panicked he was. Ichigo and Rukia knew that he just wanted to get out of their sights - and fast. Despite that they weren't going to let him just up and leave.

"Idiot," Rukia snorted.

"Wait... what?" Danny mentioned, a bewildered look creeping up on his face. For sure he thought he was going to get punched and forced his secret to come out. What exactly were they? He heard them say something about being a Soul Reaper - that was some kind of Grim Reaper? No... Death God...

"Look, kid," Ichigo reasoned, trying to back Rukia off. "We know you're lying! Just tell us the truth!"

"I'm not-!"

"Normal humans can't see me!" Rukia roared, tired of the black-haired boy's attitude.

"But in school..."

"I was in a Gigai. A fake body. You've been exposed, boy. I don't want to tell you again!" She took a step forward, glancing at Ichigo in the corner of her eye of whom was just stood there, quite annoyed at the scenario. All three of them were soaked through and it seemed as if both Ichigo and Danny will catch a cold if they stayed out too long - Danny had already started with the sniffling. Ichigo had already started with the sneezing. Rukia just stood there, not caring about anything but the subject at this moment.

Danny stepped back a bit, knowing that something terrible was going to happen. He couldn't risk his secret getting out, albeit if they told people or not. He didn't want any more attention than what he had already managed to achieve during his monthly stay in Japan. They were only on their first proper day, and the American boy didn't want any more trouble.

Without thinking, quickly he transformed into his alter-ego, Danny Phantom. The rings of his transformation engulfing his body rapidly before he flew off at lighting speed. A trail of white-ish glow left behind due to the speed.

"Wha-" Rukia gasped, her large, violet eyes widening at the scene. The Soul Reaper and substitute Soul Reaper gave a perplexed look at the space where the boy had just been. An unexpected moment preceded by an unexpected entity.

"Did I miss something?" A voice called out from behind them as the figure walked forward to meet the two standing with confused expressions along with their mouths slightly ajar from the previous moment.

Both of them shook it off, glad, but annoyed at the silhouette's sudden appearance. Despite the figure being completely shrouded in the shadows of the dreaded night, they could easily recognise the voice. The shadow had large, spiky hair with a tall and slightly muscular figure. Even though he was hidden and walking closer, they could see the mischievous grin he would usually pull in situations like these.

"You're late, Renji," Ichigo commented, putting his hand to his face and sighing as he couldn't even begin to tell him how irritated he was at the squad six Lieutenant.

"For what?" Renji replied, his grin slowly fading into a more concerned and bored expression.

"Remember our orders about the spiritual pressure?" Rukia questioned.

"Oh yeah, what about it?"

"Are you kidding me?" Ichigo dead-panned.

"We found the source, I told you to come as quick as you could!"

"It's not my fault Ichigo wanted me to make sure Orihime was taken home safely!"

"That's because I didn't want it to harm her; you know how I feel about her."

"Let's get back to the topic, shall we?" Rukia asked in a demanding tone as she started to walk down the street with the other two following. "Renji, give me one reason why I shouldn't just send you flying with Kido." She threatened, obviously furious about his late arrival. If only he had come quicker, they would have captured the suspicious creature named Danny Fenton and been able to go home to the Soul Society.

"Because you know you love me," Renji jeered, wiping the rainwater from his face - though that didn't help despite that it continued to fall. On the fortunate side, it had slowed down slightly. Therefore, it would stop shortly. Or at least they hoped it would.

"Excused," Rukia answered as they continued to walk down the street. Whereas Renji gave a small victorious dance behind the both of them, nevertheless did it go unnoticed.

"Hey, Uryu?" Orihime asked as she spoke to the Quincy through her cell phone. "What's happening with Ichigo, Rukia and Renji?" She questioned, swiping her long, beautiful orange hair back as it fell down in front of her shoulders once again.

There was silence for a moment, Uryu thought of what to say as he didn't want to worry the girl. If he did, then she would only get in the way and possibly get harmed. If that happened, who knows what Ichigo would do. After a long moment had passed, the Quincy had finally managed to respond with, "don't worry about it, Orihime. Something's come up with the Soul Society - and as usual - Ichigo decided to get involved. You do not need to concern yourself with them."

"But Uryu-"

"Everything's fine; I'll make sure those Soul Reapers don't mess up, OK?"

Orihime grinned slightly, despite her worry for her friends never leaving her consciousness. Her brown eyes sparkling with curiosity and worry as she had no idea what was happening, or what was about to happen. She wanted to get involved, but she had no idea what was going on. Another query which rose in her head was about the new student named Danny. Sure he was American and that was strange for the Japanese. However, something seemed different, something which she would have never picked up on before if the aforementioned substitute and Soul Reapers didn't obsess over it. Yeah, she noticed how they glared at him with concern and suspicion, but who was he really?

"Uryu, are you still there?" She pondered, staring at her phone as she huddled in the corner of her room on her bed, leaning against the wall. Her eyes skittered along the walls as she was in deep thought, she had never heard Uryu hang up. As a matter of fact, she had been thinking hard for the past five minutes as the Ishida boy tried to get her attention, but failing. So, he hung up a short while ago, leaving the orange-haired girl confused.

She stared out of her average sized, clean window. Noticing that it was still raining, though it had slowed down. She held her pillow in her arms, pulled her feet up and rested the mentioned pillow on them along with her arms which hugged her legs, resting her head on the fluffy object. 'Ichigo, don't do anything to get hurt.' She said to herself, watching the rain drops pat against both the ground of the outside world, and her window.