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Shinigami's case

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Ichigo's case

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Hello: Ichigo

Hello: Hollow Ichigo

Well, right now, apparently this fanfic is before the kidnap of Inoue Orihime and the winter war. But Kurosaki Ichigo is the new captain of the 14th unit ( unlike the other units they go to the human world more frequently and once they takes up a mission they will travel around like a human to take care of hollows while the other units go straight back to soul society after their mission. They do return to Soul Society but quite seldom. They do not have rules from Soul society mostly because the rules in Soul Society can only be applied on Shinigamis but as the 14th unit consists of humans too. New rules will only be made once a new central 46 is made. The 14th unit is an independent unit and only relies on itself for sources unless necessary. Because of that the 14th unit is not directly under Yamamoto Genryuusai or the Central 46. They have their own research unit run by Urahara Kisuke and its own medical unit run by Inoue Orihime.) Kuchiki Rukia has became 14th unit's vice-captain. While Abarai Renji will remain as the vice-captain of the 6th unit.

Kurosaki Ichigo had successfully taken control of his Hollow with the help of the Visoreds.

Chapter 4

"Oi, Ichigo, how was detention?" Renji asked when Ichigo and Harry burst into the common room.

"It was okay." Ichigo replied with a shrug.

Beside him, Harry frowned as he rubbed his temples. "Yeah, Umbridge didn't do much. She just asked us to play this weird game called the "twister". But I have completely no idea why my head hurts though."

Ichigo suddenly started coughing as he stared at Harry, eyes filled with disbelief. "Me too. Um... Maybe you twisted too much and hit your head on the floor or something..." Ichigo explained, sweatdropping. Once he uses a Kikanshinki (the Memory Modifier thingy) he have absolutely no idea what replacement memory would be given. In Inoue's case, was made to believe that her house was attacked by a yakuza gunman. In ichigo's family case, they merely believed that they slept through a truck crashing into their house when it was used on them. And now, Harry believed that they were playing Twister. Ichigo didn't want to know what memories the Kikanshinki had gave to Umbridge.

"Right... Are you sure about that Harry?" Ron asked.

"Of course I'm sure she did. She was playing with us too! Even Ichigo agreed!" Harry said. Ichigo nodded frantically, struggling hard to not laugh.

"Well... If you say so. You better get some rest." Hermione said.

Harry nodded and left to the boy's dorm. Ron and Hermione went back to their own too leaving Ichigo, Renji, Rukia and Toushiro behind. "Seriously, Twister?" Renji asked Ichigo with a smirk.

"Shut up!" Ichigo snapped, "How am I suppose to know that the Kikanshiki decided to give him such a stupid memory?"

"Yeah, sure. So you find anything?" Toushiro asked as he sat down on the chair infront of the fireplace. Everyone settled around him. Ichigo shook his head and explained, "Neh... McGonagall had asked to come in before I had found anything interesting. However, I had formed a friendship with Harry."

Toushiro nodded his head and closed his eyes to think for awhile. Rukia turned to Ichigo. "You better not use the Kikanshiki too much on him. And you better stop hitting his head to knock him out. If you keep doing that, I'm not surprise if he suffered concussion." She told him .Ichigo merely grunted in reply.

"She's right, Kurosaki. Use your original plans on alternate days so you better not be knocking him out tomorrow." Toushiro said, "What else do you have about your plan?"

Ichigo thought for awhile before answering, "Umbridge had turned down Harry's request to skip detention for Quidditch tryouts."

"I see. You have a plan for that, I suppose." Toushiro asked.

"Sure, I do! Knock her out, get Harry and me out of there, attend Quidditch tryouts, go back before using the Kikanshiki on her again." Ichigo told.

Toushiro frowned. Usually for such a stupid and rough idea, he'll certainly disagree, however, he never like her much though and even though he won't show it, would like to see her get tortured. Besides, a strong friendship between Ichigo and Harry was necessary. "Good. Now go back to sleep, we got a long day ahead. Especially you, Kurosaki."

"Hai, Hitsugaya taichou!" Renji and Rukia said before rushing up their respective staircases to their bed.

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The next day was just horrible to Harry. He had nevr finished his homework and now had paid dearly for it. He wasted lunch to finish the rest of his homework. Amazingly, Ichigo had already finished his despite going into detention with him. How lucky of him.

Later that day, they stood outside Umbridge's door again. "So... You better prepare yourself. I don't think we're going to play Twister or Barbie Dolls today." Ichigo told Harry who silently nodded. They knocked the door and there was the sugary voice again. "Come in!" The two opened the door and stepped into the room.

"Now sit down and write "I must not tell lies" for Mr Potter and "I must not be rude to my teachers" for Mr Kurosaki." Umbridge ordered. Ichigo saw on the table the same old quill again. He hesitantly took it in his hand and started to writing, discreetly wincing in pain as the words "I must not be rude to my teachers" was carved on his hand. This was very unfair. Why was it that Harry got a shorter line then he did? He heard Harry gaped in pain and surprise and turned to him and gave him a small smile of encouragement.

Meanwhile

"So we just walked across this wall 3 times thinking what we want, and the room would just appear as we want it to be?" Renji asked.

Toushiro sighed. Gosh, the 6th unit vice-captain can be so blur at times. "Yes, Abarai. How many times did I repeat that? No, how many times did you repeat that?"

With Umbridge

Blood was starting to drip from his hand to the table, creating stains on the brown wood table, before healing itself again. He was on 57th line. Harry gritted his teeth in pain. God, it hurt. Umbridge is a very sick and sadistic person. Oh what would he do to make Umbridge scream in pain and fear. When he had heard Umbridge say that the words would ink in, he never thought sinking, literally. Beside him, he could the scratches of metal against paper as Ichigo's hands flew across the paper writing his own lines. His hand was bleeding and had numerous scars too. However his face held no emotion, only the permanent scowl on his face, not wanting Umbridge to feel the joy of making them in pain.

Hours later, the sky turned dark. It was then when Umbridge had told them to stop. Almost too gladly, Ichigo had left the quill to drop on the table. As time flew by, the healing process had taken a longer time to do so and thus, his hand was filled with his lines cut open and blood flowing out freely. He really hated that quill. Umbridge held both of their hands to examine the scars and wounds. "Good. I hope you be better in the future. Now leave my office." Umbridge told them.

Harry and Ichigo walked as quickly as possible to their common room. Suddenly, Harry had caught sight of Ron walking tiredly up the staircase.

"Umm... Ron what are you doing with a broom?" Harry asked.

Ron turned them ,startled. He started to laugh nervously before trailing off. He stared at them and sighed. "You better not laugh. But I'm practising for the Keeper's spot."

"That's brilliant!" Harry exclaimed. He accidentally brought his bleeding hand out to scratch his nose. Ron stared at it. "Uh... It's just a cut thats all." Harry lied. However, Ron was quick and reached to grab his hand and brought it to the same level as his eyes. He gazed intently at it. A few awkward moments past and Ron let his friend's hands go.

"You better tell me what happen, Harry."

Harry hesitated but decided to let his friend know.

"That old sick, revolting, bitchy hag!" Ron exclaimed, "You ought to tell McGonagall." He turned to Ichigo and narrowed his eyes on him which Ichigo's mind translated to Did she do it to you too? And if you don't tell me the truth, I will personally hit your head with my broom. Ichigo gulped and nodded his head.

Suddenly, the Fat Lady's voice interrupted them. "Are you blys going to stand there talking all night or do you want to go in?"

The next day

The two entered Umbridge's room. As they went to the table to sit down, Ichigo nudged Harry. "Yeah?" Harry asked.

"You got Quidditch tryouts to attend right?" Ichigo said, "You can go. I'll take care of old hag here."

Harry stared at him. "No!"

"Why? If you're worried that Umbridge finds out, you don't need to. I got everything under control here."

"Yeah how? If she finds out, we'll get busted!"

"Look, Harry. I know Quidditch's important and that you must be worried sick about Ron so you better start moving to the door and out of it."

"But-"

"Trust me, I know how to handle this type of situations. However, once your Quidditch tryouts ended, you better promise me you're coming straight back here, deal?"

"..... Deal."

Harry didn't know what Ichigo was up to but he was right. Harry was worried about Ron and not seeing him makes his heart beat uncontrollably. He turned back and walked out of the door. Ichigo quietly sealed the door again. "Potter where are you going?" Umbridge roared. Ichigo winced visibly. God, she look really ugly when she's angry. Ichigo couldn't find any words to describe how ugly she looks right now. She rushed to the door and turned the handle. However, the door would not budge.

Ichigo grinned at Umbridge before tapping her shoulder. Umbridge turned to glare at him. "Uh uh, Umbridge, you ain't going anywhere until I'm done with you." he said teasingly, before bringing his elbow down to Umbridge's head. There was a crack and Umbridge's eyes rolled back before she dropped on the floor.

This time Ichigo didn't bother to let her have a comfortable place to lie on. He immediately walked to her drawers and pulled his wand. Saying the same spell again, the drawer clicked open and Ichigo pulled a whole bunch of files and started searching from the start.

On the field

"Harry, I thought you were in detention with Umbridge?" Angelina asked.

"She cancelled it off." Harry lied as he waved to his best friend.

Ron stared at him in shock. He obviously didn't expect him to be here. However, he waved back too. Harry could see how pale in worry Ron was. He gave him a thumbs up in encouragement. It worked as his friend stepped out more confident. Harry cheered when Ron managed to score 4 out of 5.

In Umbridge's office

Ichigo was flipping through the last of the files when he came to a stop. Trembling, he pulled out the files away from the stack, opened it and read through it. Glancing around for any other people looking at him, he quickly stuffed the file in his robes.

He quickly pulled Umbridge to her chair, not caring how many times her head hits the floor or the table or chairs. He pulled out his Kikanshiki and pressed the button. There was a bright flash of light. Ichigo made his way to his table and unsealed the door. He pulled Harry's stack onto his table and started writing with two hands. Yes, he was ambidextrous. In fact, he only turned ambidextrous due to the huge amounts of planning and paperwork to do. And hell, was it useful. He ignored the pain from both of his hands as the words "I must not tell lies" was carved on his left and "I must show respect to my teachers" on his right. He really hoped Harry would keep his part of the deal and come back immediately. Umbridge was still unconscious for some reason Ichigo do not know.

This time, the healing process took a much longer time to heal than yesterday. If this continued any longer, he was pretty sure that he'll faint from loss of blood sooner or later. Luckily, the door opened to reveal Harry panting from the exercise of running up 7 floors to Umbridge's office. He stared, confused at the sleeping Umbridge and slid to his chair. Ichigo quickly hid his left hand and pass Harry his stack of sheet. "So how did it go?" he asked.

"Well. Ron made it as keeper." Harry said smiling. But his smile turned to a frown as he saw his stack of paper nearly completed. "Ichigo, did you write for me?"

Ichigo hesitated. "Sure I did! But it didn't hurt! Besides they saw people with A blood type recovers blood faster than any other blood type. And would it hurt if you had fantastically seen Umbridge doing an impersonation of monkey and fish exactly at the same time!" he lied.

A smile crept on Harry's face as he imagined Umbridge looking like so. "But you sure you're alright?"

Ichigo nodded his head and gave a reassuring smile. Harry took his quill and started writing. Soon, Umbridge woke up. She called them forward to inspect the wounds on their hand. After that she let them go ,mumbling about monkeys, bananas, fish and tanks. Harry stifled a laughter. They made their way up to the common room, said the password and a burst of cheers erupted from the room.

"Take a butterbeer Harry, Ichigo!" exclaimed Ron.

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Over there!" replied Ron, pointing to the armchair and Harry made a quick beeline towards it while Ichigo quickly search around for his friends. He found them in their boy's dorm. "Guys, I was searching through Umbridge's files and I came across this." Ichigo said as he handed them the file. They opened it and read through it, eyes widening in shock.

"So, what do you make from it?" Ichigo asked.

To be continued

Sorry if the screentime for the rest ain't much. I'll make sure they have more in the future.

Also I hope you can give me some suggestion about the files cause I haven't came up with anything yet.

And due to time limitations, I have reduced Their detention time to 1 week instead of 2 weeks.