Disclaimer: I own the giant guy, but not Bleach
Ichigo sighed and leaned against the wall of the alley next to a certain spear-wielder. 'What the hell is going on here?' The neon-haired shinigami thought as he closed his eyes, he was tired, it must almost be midnight, and he had been sitting there for a while. But why? It's not like he cared about Ichimaru, the man may seem to have no memory of it, but he was still a traitor, and he couldn't be trusted so easily.
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Ichimaru Gin opened his eyes to discover an odd confusion. He felt a presence next to him and looked over to see the orange haired teen next to him, but something was different about...how he felt. The spear wielder subconsciously tightened a hand around his weapon...
Change of role
Ichigo Kurosaki woke up from his nap and saw the man who was apparently supposed to be his traveling companion reach for his spear. The substitute shinigami jumped to his feet, putting his hands up defensively, "Heh, I thought you didn't know who I was! So you were just waiting until I was asleep to kill me? Are you that much of a coward? I..." The teen stopped when he saw the confusion on the spear wielder's face, and just as he snapped his jaw shut, he thought he heard a whispered, "W-why do I want you dead?"
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Ichigo Kurosaki walked down the road ten paces behind Ichimaru Gin; it was the only way he could think of to make sure the silver haired man didn't skewer him like a shish kabob. Suddenly Gin stopped and leaned against a wall, closing his eyes as a small fought its way onto his lips. "Heh heh, hey Ichigo-san, would ya mind telling me where we are? It'd be awful nice, seein as I dun have a clue." The silver haired man lifted his spear to his face, frowning slightly, "Hmm, this ain't Shinsou..." His eyes then opened wide, "What...the...hell?" He closed them again, this time tighter, as if in pain, "What's happening, tell me who you are and...and why the hell are you in my head?"
"Well this could be interesting, guess I'll just wait n see what's goin on." Gin breathed deeply in an unsteady manner before standing up and looking at Ichigo, "Would you care to explain where you came from? I wouldn't ask, but all of this weird stuff only started happening when you came, so I think it might be a bit important."
Ichigo sighed, he may not like it, but Gin had a point, and so he opened his mouth, closed it, and then finally worked up his nerve and began to explain where he had come from.
Author's note: This is shorter than usual, but, well, I just kind of wrote and it came out this way.