A few days later...

"Saturday," Danny whispered to himself, stretching his arms as he shuffled out of bed. He glanced over towards the clock, '9:00AM' it read. Danny gave a small sigh of relief as he walked over towards the blinds, the sun peeking through them as he opened them slowly. On the outside, the world looked beautiful. Rays of light harmoniously shimmering down as the green grass fluttered in the small breeze which passed through without a care.

He shuffled downstairs, finding no-one around. He gave a puzzled look as he noticed a small note on the table. The American boy walked towards it, reading it aloud subconsciously. "Danny, we have gone out on a trip to look for ghosts. We will be back some time in the evening – the key is on the table under the note-" He look under the note, finding a silver key which shone in the light "-so if you want to go outside, then lock up as you go out."

"Wonderful..." he murmured, crumpling up the note as the boy tossed it behind him. The mentioned note hit the side of the trash can, rebounding off of it onto the floor. Danny knew that it wouldn't have gone in – his luck this month had gone down hill. But then again, since when did he even have any luck to start with?

Seen as though today seemed to be beautiful outside, he had decided that it would be a good idea to see if he could get some fresh air. Staying in both the house and the school all week whilst trying to avoid a certain group of people can drive a guy crazy – even though he used to do it almost every day anyway.

Opening the door, he pushed it open. As he closed the said door, he pushed in the shiny, silver key, locking the door behind him as he swivelled round. His hands were dug into his pockets, fumbling with a small amount of money that had somehow appeared in his pockets. He didn't even remember how it had gotten there. But then again, he didn't exactly care about that either.

Danny walked along the sidewalk, his eyes glancing at many different places as they switched between his feet, the towering buildings which surrounded him, and the path ahead of him. It would be awkward if he bumped into someone by accident. 'I've been here for almost a week and I don't even know my way around this place,' Danny thought to himself as he gazed around the area.

The halfa sighed. He was bored. Though he didn't exactly have any friends, it would have been great if he at least made one or two. Being unable to contact his girlfriend, Sam, and his best friend, Tucker, was getting quite annoying. Not just annoying – boring. That's when someone caught in the corner of his eye. Orange hair which walked along the opposite sidewalk, minding his own business. No-one was around him either. They were both alone. They were alone apart from the other people mindlessly roaming the streets, minding their own business.

Snapping his attention to the front, he noticed that he had almost bumped into an old woman. Quickly, he stepped past her, his reactions instantaneous as he half-yelled, "sorry!" Which then caught the attention of the unwanted orange-haired teenager.

Ichigo looked over towards Danny, their eyes caught and met. Blue into brown. Ichigo smiled at the boy, raising his hand and waved at him. Awkwardly, Danny did the same thing. Lowering his head and walking along the path as Ichigo rapidly looked both ways and saw no incoming cars. Wonderful. So, he jogged over the road and caught up with the American, trying to make a conversation.

"Hey," Ichigo said as he looked down at him. Danny still looking down.

"Hi," Danny replied simply. He tried to walk faster. The raven-haired boy couldn't be bothered to let the guy ruin his day.

"So, what's up?" Ichigo asked, walking faster to match the other boy's pace.

"The sky."

"I know, I mean–"

"I know what you mean, I just don't like you. Go away!"

"What have I done?"

"What haven't you done? Everyday you glare at me; everyday you and your friends always follow me around and never leave me alone! I never wanted to be here, but no, my parents made me come here and I just want to be left alone!"

At this moment, Danny broke off into a sprint. Running away as Ichigo shook his head. The substitute followed after him, shouting for the boy to stop and slow down – and also to wait for him. Which wouldn't exactly work. Suddenly, Danny stopped. He turned around sharply as he held his head up to face him. "What do you want with me?!"

"Nothing!"

"Then go away – how many times do I need to tell you!"

The Soul Reaper substitute sighed. There was a long pause, he waited and thought for something to say before something popped into his mind. "Look, I'm sorry for what we caused you. It's really hard to trust anyone these days; just about everyone I've never seen before is an enemy here."

"Maybe if you stopped coming to a conclusion and stopped judging everyone before you actually know them, you can actually trust people! Not everyone is evil..."

"You're right," Ichigo admitted. Danny dumbfounded as he took a step back from the teen. Looking at him as if Ichigo was a psychopath.

"Wait, what?"

"I've been through a lot in life, so much that it's just too hard to even understand anything normal any more."

"You're not the only one."

At Danny's remark, Ichigo chuckled. "It's as if we have the same life then," he said as he leaned against a building. Watching the sky as the serene clouds passed through the sky carelessly. Ichigo's hair ruffled through the breeze as he reminisced all of the times he had with his friends. Maybe Danny wasn't such a bad guy after all.