Déjà vu! I lied again! Yeah, that update I promised? Sorry about that. I'll give my excuse, and then you do what you want. So, I had told my friend at school that I was getting a new laptop, and he graciously set me up with a Steam account. Along with Portal 2. So there was that. Then, I got Team Fortress 2. When I crawled out of my cave, I almost went blind. Yeah.

Again, see things from my point. You have a 10+ year old desktop, never been the best set up, but it was functional. Time degrades all things, this computer included. It gets to a point where Minecraft would barely run. Suddenly there appears a new computer that can run that and more. Now you can play all the games your friends talk about. It's a liberating feeling. There's also been the Senior Research Project. Yeah, that 6-8 page, 600 point monster that we all have to do. Those of you who have done it, you know what I'm talking about. Those of you who haven't yet, yes, it is as bad as it sounds. Included in this clusterfuck, is a sudden burst of drawing inspiration.

So, in summary, I'm sorry. Once again, and for the last time I'll point this out, this falls under that "pseudo-hiatus", so don't be too angry. This also falls under the "update-per-month" thing, but again, don't expect much.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Oh! My Goddess! or Bleach. They belong to their respective creators. I am not making any money off of this at all. Which leaves me broke. No lawyers please. It'll cost you more to sue me than what you'll win.


Chapter 2:

Four hours later, and still no luck. Seems that the prejudice towards his looks followed him from Karakura. Of the four different places he tried, three refused outright, thinking him a thug. The other was just too far out of his budget.

With a resigned sigh, Ichigo sat on the bench facing the park. He opened his WcDonalds bag and took an angry bite of his burger.

'It's not my fault I look like this! And just because I do, doesn't make me a thug, damn it!'

His orange hair had singled him out among people for as long as he could remember. Japanese are pretty homogeneous so if you stick out, and you're not a foreigner, they don't know what do think. Guys thought he was trying to look tough, so they tried to fight him (tried being the operative word). Girls thought he was a punk, and stayed away from him. But that didn't stop the creepy looks they gave him, like he was a cut of high end steak. Teachers and other adults were intimidated. He once went to the teacher's office in middle school to pick up some work he missed while he was sick. It ended in him having to convince the teachers not to call the police and that he wasn't there to hurt anybody.

Shaking his head, he banished those thoughts to the back of his mind. No use worrying about something out of his control, and it wasn't like it was anything new to him. Once he had finished his meal, he threw away his garbage and set off to give the house hunting another shot.


Not too far away, a young lady was in a bind. Her motorcycle had suddenly given out. The engine started struggling and finally, after one final spew of smoke, it quit. So there she was, the brunette scratching her head in confusion.

'I'm sure I had just tuned up this engine! I'm not Keichi, but I can at least maintain an engine.'

She grabbed her emergency tool kit off the back of her bike, and began the diagnosis on the bikes engine. So engrossed was she in the repairs, she didn't notice the shadowy figures until they were right on top of her. Three, sketchy looking men had surrounded her, leaving no way out.

The apparent leader, a gangly man with a face reminiscent of a rodent, spoke up. "Megumi Morisato. How nice to see you." Condensation dripping from his voice "Seems your bike is having a bit of trouble. What a shame."

Megumi stood up and faced the man, discretely slipping a small, but sturdy wrench into the sleeve of her denim jacket. She studied him for a moment, not recognizing the rat faced man. "Do I know you?"

That must have been the wrong thing to say, because the leaders face confronted in anger. "Of course you wouldn't remember me, your high and mighty highness! You wouldn't remember the way you humiliated me!" he growled, "Me! Kaito Oshima! The best racer in Nekomi! No one could beat me. But then you came along, and ruined that." The man began pacing. "You must have cheated. There's no other way you could have won."

"Hey! Just because I won and you lost, doesn't mean I cheated!" She was pissed. Nobody accused Megumi Morisato of cheating.

Oshima sneered. "Whatever. I know what happened, I know I'm right!" His hands tightened into fists, "I know. And I'm going to teach you a lesson." There was an aggressive glint in his eyes as he and his cronies began to close in on Megumi. The wrench was in her hand instantly, ready to swing.

"Stay back! I'm warning you!" She said, trying to hide the sliver of fear in her voice.

They stopped their advance and there was a moment of silence. It started out as a snicker, then exploded into full blown laughter, the men's cruel laughter echoing through the park.

"Right. You're going to beat me. Hah! You may have won on the road, but no amount of cheating is going to save you here." The gang leader spat. Before Megumi could respond, a voice came from behind Oshima.

"She won't. But I will."

Oshima spun around to confront this new threat, and was met with a kick to the face.


Ichigo stood there sizing up his other opponents while the leader laid on the ground, clutching his newly broken nose. Despite their burly build, he was confident he could take them without too much trouble. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the leader groaned and slowly got back up, clutching his bloody nose.

"You basdard! Who da buck are you?" Ichigo had to suppress a snort at the man's recently acquired speech impediment.

"Isn't it polite to introduce yourself first" He replied with a smirk.

There was a small pop as the man snapped his nose back into place. "I'm Kaito Oshima! Just who the hell do you think you are kicking me like that!? This is private business; you had no right butting in!" Oshima snarled.

"Ichigo Kurosaki and I'll make it my business when I see three guys ganging up on somebody like that."

The man laughed "Hah! What're you gonna do about it, strawberry?"

A tick appeared on Ichigo's forehead "I'm gonna kick your ass." Ichigo shot back, settling into a fighting stance.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots!" Oshima snarled, "Teach him a lesson, boys, I'll take care of our lady friend."

His lackeys grunted in acknowledgement, and bore down on the orange haired teen, while Oshima turned to Megumi, who had been watching the entire exchange. The two rushed Ichigo. Before he knew what had happened, the teen had dropped low and flipped the first thug over his shoulder and, without wasting any momentum, caught the other with a perfectly timed kick to the face.

Having taken care of the henchmen, Ichigo shot forward at Oshima, who was attempting to pin Megumi, grabbed his collar, and flung him back on top of his two beaten thugs. Before he could even attempt to retaliate, Ichigo had pinned him with a foot to the chest. Ichigo kneeled in and spoke in a voice that sent shivers down Oshima's spine.

"I don't care who you are. I don't care how bad you think you are. I find you trying to pull this shit again? You'll be in the hospital, wondering what the hell hit you, and why there's a size six shoe lodged up your ass."

The terrified punk, had he not been scared shitless, might have noticed the slight tendril of black flitting at the edge of Kurosaki's eye.

"Am I clear?" The orange haired teen growled. The terrified punk nodded furiously. "Good. Now SCRAM!" With one last kick, he sent the man scrambling away in terror. Once he made sue the punk wasn't coming back, he turned to the young lady who had been observing the whole routine.

"You ok?"

Megumi visibly jumped when she was addressed. "Y-yeah. Thanks for the help. Name's Megumi Morisato." She said, as she stuck her hand out to shake. Ichigo reciprocated.

"Ichigo Kurosaki."

Megumi smiled. "Thanks again for the save. Guy was a real skuzz ball."

"What was his problem, if you don't mind me asking?"

She sighed. "I beat him in a race and he was pissed because he thought I cheated. Cheated! Ha! Cheating's for losers."

Ichigo snorted. "You got that right."

Megumi took a moment and looked him over. Orange hair, a scowl that seemed less angry, more like a natural part of him. Standard tennis shoes and black, tight fitting pants. His black jacket, adorned with a column of buttons on either side, sat atop a basic red t-shirt.

"So, you're new face. What brings you to Nekomi?"

He shrugged. "College. I'm attending Nekomi Tech starting next semester."

"What degree?"

"Electrical Engineering."

"Nice." Megumi turned to her bike. "My brother and I both go there. Automotive Engineering."

"Hm. So I guess I'll be seeing you around then."

Megumi smiled. "Yup! Hey, listen. You really saved me back there, and I owe you one."

"No, you don't-"

She cut him off. "Yes, I do. Listen, I was heading over to my brothers for dinner. You should come with."

"I couldn't-"

"So what?" She put her hands on her hips and shot him a glare. "You're going to let a lady walk home in the dark, right after she's just been attacked?"

"I-but-you-the-" He sputtered.

"Well?"

Ichigo sighed in defeat.

"Fine."

Megumi chuckled. "If you're worrying about imposing don't be. He loves company. I'll even call ahead, so you don't show up unannounced." Had he known her better, Ichigo would be terrified by the mischievous grin on her face.


So yeah. There you go. Hopefully this'll placate you until I get the next one out. I'm hoping it'll be sometime in February, but I can't promise anything. There's Valentine's Day, the planning for that. The Matsuri festival, a local Japanese cultural festival. And there's still the Senior Research Project. So I can't promise anything.

That's all for now.

Oh, wait!

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