I'll say this here because I forgot to in the last chapter, But I do not own either Danny Phantom or bleach

Please enjoy!

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Chapter 2: Cautious Steps

"steel yourself phantom!"

The combined force of two short spears, a broad sword and large hail of icy blades rained down on Danny, he needed to act fast. Quickly, Danny gave a leap backwards into the air, conjuring three identical duplicates of his right sword arm to deflect the weapons as he brought up his glowing blue left hand, stopping and absorbing the ice heading his way. Dismissing his duplicate arms, Danny then formed a spiritual platform beneath himself for leverage, pivoted on his left foot to turn and with his still icy glowing hand, crated a small, vibrating ball of unstable frost energy and blasted his arms bearing opponent away. In the same motion, he charged the blade in his right arm, coating it in green and black Fel flames and gave a quick horizontal slash of his blade with the movement. The flames launched from the blade into a large Fel fireball and blasted his ranged opponent aside, stopping both assailants simultaneously. He finished his spin and turned to face his opponents, Pandora and Frostbite slowly rose from where they fell, a little more charred then previously, but not to worse for wear, both giving him approving nods as he removed his blindfold. To the side, Clockwork began to float towards them, shifting forms as he went, and with the same mixture of an analytical look mixed with an amused smirk.

It was Tuesday, that meant combined training for Danny, starting sharply at 5 am. and finishing around 11, which then would be followed by general studding with ghost writer, who had him study everything from ghost law and history, ancient techniques on scrolls, to even just helping him with his math homework. It was a little weird at first getting lessons from ghost writer, Danny wasn't necessarily sore about the who Christmas incident, mainly because it was kind of his fault, but he was afraid ghost writer held a grudge, what with him being sent to walker's prison. Apparently not, seeing as he was quickly released by the observant high council, seems it pays to the official scribe of the ghost zone. It also didn't hurt that Clockwork was the one who hired him, and Danny guessed that little recommendation was quite the feather in his profession cap, because ghost writer was determined to get through his usual teenage academic laziness. Well, regardless, he wouldn't say anything, and with how bad he is at math, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

They were currently on a small empty outcropping of floating islands placed roughly in-between Danny's keep and all their respective homes; after all, it wouldn't do to destroy their homes or harm anyone in their kingdoms, the Far frozen still panicked whenever Danny went anywhere NEAR the training grounds. Danny was of course still in ghost form, seeing as his original body rarely left the zone, and was slowly gliding down to his instructors as they cleared any remaining soot from their persons. Despite the battle, and despite being on the receiving end of the fireball, neither Pandora or frostbite had any injuries; Ectoplasmic beings had high regeneration properties, Given Ectoplasms more exited state allowed for rapid physical repair and control. Danny himself held just such a high regeneration rate, and mixing that with a few healing Kido gave him the ability to increase the regeneration of physical trauma. Because of this, Danny too was free of injury, even though he had been nicked a few times by Pandora's blade or by a stray piece of Frostbite's ice.

Walking along with Clockwork was Dora, dressed in far less formal attire. She wore a long, dark blue cloak, embroidered on the back by her family's royal seal of a large golden dragon circling the image of a crown. She wore a white cloth tunic tucked into a pair of black cloth pants and a black leather belt, with black leather boots and gloves on her hands and feet. She still held her hair in a braid, but far more free, looking like a loose French braid, with her brother's old crown, her dragon eye amulet around her neck, and an embroidered black short sword latched on her belt. Her attitude had also greatly improved, becoming much more outspoken and self-confident, but it was clear in how she regarded Danny's other allies that she hadn't completely tossed aside her old mannerisms, as she kept a few feet behind Clockwork and her head tilted in a slight bow. Danny really couldn't blame her, Dora may have far more claim to leadership then him, but the authority and experience of his three other instructors far surpassed what power argon had granted her, if anything, she was just acting proper, despite his more relaxed behavior around the three. As she and clockwork came closer, Dora gave a large smile,

"amazing performance as always, lord Phantom."

It took a good deal of will power not to sigh at the name, when he met with her soon after the battle, Dora had begun addressing him as "majesty" which gave his friends a laugh. After talking with her, he got her to drop the "kingly" titles, but try as he might, he couldn't get her off of addressing him as lord, which he ultimately had to concede as it was technically his official title in the zone, and was at least superficially true. Besides, he could tell he wasn't going to talker down from there, he still couldn't get the Far Frozen not to call him "great one." He turned and gave her an appreciative smile,

"thanks Dora."

She returned the smile, as Clockwork spoke up "yes, well done young phantom, you've greatly improved on your ability to channel multiple energies…" the smirk on the time master grew as his ancient voice held a tone of amusement "it would have been a perfect match, if you weren't so greatly distracted."

Dora turned to the eldritch spirt and quirked her head in confusion, at the same time, Frostbite and Pandora came forward, both nodding in agreement in Clockworks assessment. Pandora spoke first,

"Master Clockwork is correct Daniel, you normally are much better in parrying my blades, there were even times you allowed yourself to be trapped by sir Frostbite's ice."

Her tone, while concerned, held just enough reproach to make him wince, no doubt she'd have something special planned for next week to remind him to pay attention, and the aggravatingly greater smirk on Clockworks face did nothing to reassure him. Frostbite spoke up,

"I've seen that look on your face before great one, when you expect great danger to befall you. Tell us, what has you so concerned?"

Danny turned to them all and gave a heavy sigh, "I'd swear that you've all been talking with Jazz if I didn't know any better."

We walked to a nearby purple stone on the bare outcropping and sat, facing all of them.

"you all know where my families moving to right?" a round of nods came from his company of allies, all except Clockwork, as confirming whither he knew or not was pointless.

"well, I expected some kind of soul reaper presence in the town, but I didn't expect two of them to be my next door neighbors."

Looks of confusion and concern circled the group, minus Clockwork, as they turned back to him, Dora asking the pertinent question,

"I'm sorry my lord, but what do you mean when you say they are your neighbors? do you mean they patrol near your new home?"

Danny turned his head to the dragon queen and shook his head, "no, I mean both this orange haired guy and black haired short girl have bodies and live in the house right next to mine, they even have a background with the people that lives there, or at least the guy does. I can sense the girl in the house, but she apparently is unrelated to the family."

Another look shared between them, this time with far more confusion than before. Dora spoke again

"and … you are sure that these 2 are soul reapers?"

To that question, Danny gave a small nod before speaking,

"defiantly, the girl seed pretty week right now, but I could catch a strong enough scent to know, and the guy? He lets out so much spiritual pressure that I'd have to be dumb not to notice."

Pandora quirked an eyebrow, "he blatantly projects his power? How foolish, does he not care of the fiends he could attract?"

Danny turned to the Greek goddess, "that's the thing, I don't think he does know, his spiritual pressure felt way too unrefined, my guess he's a rookie," Danny turned his head down in thought before he shifted his gaze between the group, a concerned frown on his face,

"the problem is that while he has the distinct feel and smell of a newbie, the raw power he has is unreal, with the right training he'd be a tough opponent, not unbeatable but certainly not someone I'd like to cross."

The faces of his allies mirrored his concern as he stood up, walking a few feet to look out into the black void of the zone. As the seconds of silence passed, Danny brought his hand up, and with a mixture of Fel fire, white flame and icy blue sparks made a miniature model galaxy in his hand. It was a simple little trick, something to help practice his powers and something to do with his hands when he felt like thinking. As the miniature galaxy swirled in his hand, he thought about his coming day, his human duplicate was still bed, pretending to sleep; in just a few hours both he and Jazz would be leaving for their first day at Karakura high. It was bad enough to start in a new school, but to start it off with two soul reapers in the same school made him a little jumpy. Sure, Ichigo and Rukia seemed nice, and it wasn't a given that they'd be hostile if they knew what he was, but Danny had the worst luck in regards to first impressions, and such terrible luck taught him to never gamble on uncertainties if they could be avoided. His worried thoughts were broken by clockwork, whose tone had shifted to a more serious air, though his voice held enough amusement that Danny knew he still had his all-knowing smirk.

"It's not wise, nor healthy little phantom, to assume that every passer by holds hidden blades."

Danny snorted, not the best metaphor when the people in question actually do have unseen blades, clockwork must be messing with him,

"In a way I am, but you know I did not mean physical blades, although one of the two may surprise you,"

The galaxy in his hand disappeared as Danny turned with an annoyed frown on his face, he hated when Clockwork answered his thoughts, which is why the time master seemed to do it so frequently. He sighed as he looked at the elder spirit,

"Mentally healthy no, but I've learned a little paranoia can go a long way in keeping you alive …. Half alive …. Spirit bou- you know what I mean!"

A chuckle was his response, before the face of his ancient mentor took on a more reprimanding look,

"yes I do, but that doesn't mean your right young lord," He raised his staff and with a simple swipe, a swirl of green and black flames began to appear before the small group, slowly taking shape,

"there is a fine line between a cation man and fearful one" the spirt held his staff to the swirling black and green flames as they shaped into a lone figure, holding up a sword looking defensive on a flat plane.

"the cautious man is the one who prepares for the unseen attacks of his enemies."

The shapes turned as a second figure spawned from the flat plane, it was unarmed and nonchalantly passed the armed man. But soon after passing him, a blade formed in the passing figure as it turned quickly to strike down the first armed apparition. But the sword wielding shape of a person acted fast, dodging the surprise attack, and in the same motion swung his sword and decapitated his attacker.

"but the fearful man see's danger in everything."

Suddenly the image changes, as multiple people begin to appear around the armed figure, each one of them holding a blade in hand as they moved about him. The first armed figure begins to panic as he dashed about the crowd, avoiding anyone in his path, eventually, the end of the platform shits into a wall as the armed man braces his back against it, holding his sword to the armed crowd before him.

"his fear will come to rule him, consume him, and blind him of the pains he can cause…"

As the figure began to shake, one of the armed crowd walks before him, blade in hand and moving quickly to his position. Quacking, the armed figure slashes his sword and cuts down the charging person, only to look up as the charging figure shrinks to the size of a child, sword gone from its small hand. The armed figure stops and drops his sword, kneeling before the downed child,

"… and from the true dangers that lay hidden."

As the figure looks at the fallen child, a swarm of sharp toothed creatures appears from the wall the first braced against before. They move quickly and lunge at the unsuspecting man before the Fel flames swirl and disappear into the black air of the zone. Clockwork drops his smirk as he looks Danny straight in the eye,

"do not move without cation Danny, but do not act with fear; if you leave it unchecked, it will destroy more of you then any pain an enemy can give."

Danny said nothing, his face neutral as he looked at his mentors face. Finally, he gave a single nod as he turned to each of them, giving his farewells. With a quick exchange of goodbyes and a promises for next week, he turned to the direction of his keep and walked.

About a few steps in, his person burred in a quick flash of white-blue as a quick, high pitched, static like sound sounded out, with Danny disappearing, leave no trace.

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"GOOD MORNING ICHI-"

And that was as far as Keigo got before being close lined by Ichigo as he walked through the door into the classroom, a pure look of uncaring on his face, just like every morning. In the corner was Rukia and Orihime talking with small smiles as Tatsuki as busy giving that pervert Chizuru a head lock, no doubt for some transgression he missed, as chad sat at his desk, taking notes from his textbook with his usual neutral face. Mizuiro stepped up from where he was obviously waiting for Keigo's morning abuse,

"morning Ichigo, how you doing today?"

It felt good to have a normal conversation again, between the strange noises coming from his new neighbors, his family's strange theories (well, his dad and Yuzu's theories), and the animated ball of fuzzy annoyance Kon, it was defiantly a relief to have something normal to talk about.

"okay for the most part, wish I got a little more sleep though,"

He grumbled as he clicked his tongue, last night was not exactly too cozy, apparently whatever the Fenton couple needed to do to set up for their new "lab" made an incredible racket, as the pounding of metal and the loud twirl of power tools sounded throughout the night, punctuated by the occasional explosion. It eventually died down after what he could only guess was the older sister Jazz yelling something in English. He fought back a yawn as Keigo bounced back onto his feet, a frantic look on his face,

"Ichigo, have you heard the news! It's unbelievable! Unthinkable! Why I …"

Keigo continued to rant, but Ichigo hardly paid attention, his high strung friend tended to blow things way out of proportion. Hoping to stop the assault on his ears, he turned to Mizuiro, a far more reliable and rational source, and asked with a distinct look of board annoyance,

"So what's this big news to get up his ass this time?"

Mizuiro blinked as he quirked his head, "you really don't know? I figured you did since …"

Before he could finish, their conversation was interrupted by Ms. Ochi walking through the door,

"alright! Everyone to your seats, I've got a big announcement today!"

Every quickly shuffled to their seats, Ichigo sitting closes to the window with Rukia to his right, the front and back seats left empty. After waiting a moment for everyone to settle in, Ms. Ochi addressed the class,

"Okay everyone! As you may or may not have heard, our school just received two new American transfer students…"

Ichigo gave a silent huff, of course he knew that, they moved in right next to him! But what could this have to … do with … his … class …

… no way…

"they're siblings from the same family, one of them being you age …"

There's no freak'n way his luck is that bad …

"and while as unorthodox as it is getting two transfer students so close together, our class has been chosen to take him, please welcome Daniel Fenton from Amity Park Illinois!"

The teach waved to the door as it opened, and from the door way walked in Danny Fenton, book bag in hand. He was wearing the schools gray uniform, that while did match his height, hung a bit too wide on his thin frame as he walked to the front of the class. His face still looked as brooding as ever, save for the small nervous half smile on his lips, his bangs flowed over, almost covering his eyes.

Ichigo couldn't stop the look of shock that crossed his face, and apparently neither could the American as he turned his head to him and Rukia, his nervous smile dropped, and his eyes widened for a split second before he continued to the front of the class. He stood before everyone, gave an almost silent sigh and said in an almost unsure tone,

"hi,"

The teacher cleared her throat, "Mr. Fenton here is our new transfer student, along with his older Sister Jazmine, who is a third year student. Their family recent moved into town for work related reasons, I expect you all to make Mr. Fenton feel welcomed here in class 3-1, got it."

Ms. Ochi's voice held a stern note, but Ichigo wasn't really paying that much attention to her, his sole focus was on the new kid, as he turned his head back and forth, looking at the class. For a split second, his eyes diverted from Ichigo and Rukia and landed on both Chad, Tatsuki, and Orihime, lasting only a quick glace between them as each of his friends raised a curious, if not weary brow to the new student. The Fenton kid's eyes did however settle on someone else, as he looked to the opposite end of the front row and a similar look of shock passed his face for only a fraction of a second before diverting his attention to the class in whole. The kid he looked at was some dark haired, glasses wearing kid with a sewing kit on his front desk who, while he couldn't see his face from here, had his head facing firmly at the new kid. Ms. Ochi spoke again,

"well, Mr. Fenton, is there anything you'd like to add?"

He turned to her before quickly turning to the class again, looking as awkward as can be, lifting his right hand and rubbing the back of his neck.

"err ... yea well, Ms. Ochi pretty much covered everything, so there's not much to add … nice to meet you all."

He gave a small awkward wave and a nervous little chuckle as Ichigo lifted an eyebrow. He might not be an expert, but Ichigo felt he knew enough to spot an act, so either this guy was running a shell game far over his head, or he really was getting the most nerve-wracking vibes from this walking talking bag of social insecurity. Before the guy could actually embarrass himself, the teach took pity on him,

"well, if there's nothing else, how about to sit there in front of Mr. Kurosaki?"

Both Ichigo and Fenton gave a near unnoticeable flinch before the kid calmly walked to his desk, giving Ichigo a small nervous and hesitant,

" .. hey…"

As cautious as the kid made him feel, Ichigo decided it wouldn't be quite right to be rude in the face of such a clearly nervous new kid, and returned with an almost equally awkward and neutral,

"hey,"

The kid gave a nod to him, and one hesitantly to Rukia, who while didn't look hostile, held a look of pure cation towards him. She gave a quick nod back as the new kid slid into his new desk and placed his book bag next to his chair legs, pulling out a notebook and pencil for the upcoming lesson.

Ichigo stared at him for a second before turning to Rukia, and judging by the look in her eye, she was thinking the same thing as him, as much as they wanted answers, the middle of the lesson was not the place for a Q and A. They'd wait, and when the opportunity to pull the kid aside came up, then they'll get to the bottom of this.

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'the only thing worse than going to new school is having two of your class mates behind you trying to stare a hole through your head'

Danny had gone through the last few periods making a conscious effort not to look at either Ichigo or Rukia, but even then he could feel them staring right at him. The shared observation of his person would have put a chill down his spine if not for his already cold core.

He gave an inaudible, defeated sight, today was not exactly panning out like he had hopped, not that most days ever did, but he had wished for at least one or two days before painting a target on his back. Worse still was that fact the Ichigo and Rukia weren't alone, beside the three other kids in the class that where at least spiritually aware, that long dark haired glasses kid was clearly not normal. He wasn't a soul reaper, he could tell that, and he had nowhere near the raw power Ichigo did, but what he lacked in power he more than made up for in refinement. The guy was defiantly no greenhorn, he had all the telltale spiritual marks of someone with a decent amount of training, but in what exactly he had no clue, he had never felt a spiritual pressure like this before. Curious, and seeing nothing better to do while his human half studied/ trying to avoid Ichigo and Rukia, his ghost half make a quick jump to ghost writer, who had only just left his keep for their study session. It took a little bit of trying to describe what he felt before he pulled up a Fel view screen of the memory of the guy, letting ghost writer look at the pendent tired around the guy's wrist. Apparently, not only did his new class have two soul reapers, but a Quincy as well, which was just his luck. According to ghost writer, the Quincy's where exterminated by the soul society, with only a few surviving members remaining, which did suck, but there wasn't much Danny could do for the dead … well, actually dead. He asked ghost writer of the possibilities of this Quincy guy being hostile, to which ghost writer responded,

"I have no Idea; the Quincy's apparently were solely focused on eradicating hollows. Some members of the clan did hunt ghosts, while others communed with a few stray apparitions and elementals for boons in battle, most however, where indifferent, and would only care about ghosts if they stood in the way of the clan. There's nothing about the kid I can see that pegs him as a ghost hunter, so my guess is as long as you leave him alone, he'll leave you alone."

That gave him some comfort, he was use to unconcerned neutrality from his peers, he had a lot of experience at being socially invisible. Now if he could get the two reapers off his back, he was poised to coast through his high school unnoticed, well, as unnoticed as a foreign transfer student could be. But that was unlikely at the moment, it was clear Ichigo and Rukia were going to confront him about his strange spiritual pressure at some point, probably at lunch. He had promised to meet his sister on the roof for lunch, but the roof would be the perfect place to have their chat with no interference, he just hoped Jazz didn't mind the company. Soon enough, the instructor broke for lunch; Danny bent down to grab his book bag, a quickly made paper bag lunch inside (made by him to avoid his mother's reanimated cooking,) and was about to get up when a weird brown haired kid walked up, with a wild look and an exited smile on his face.

"Hello new kid! Great to meet you! My name is Keigo Asano this guy …" he gave an overdramatic wave to the dark haired kid next to him, who had a small welcoming smile, looked far less manic, and had interrupted said loon,

"hi, my names Mizuiro Kojima, it's a pleasure to meet you."

It was a nice gesture, and the guy was polite, but Danny had dealt with the fruit loop Vlad to know a fake smile, the guy screamed playboy playing it cool. It would probably be best to keep an eye out for him when Jazz was around, Danny would like to think he had enough faith in Jazz to keep away from a creep, but there was the whole incident with Johnny and … well … a brother could worry. His contemplation was broken by the over exited Keigo,

"So new kid! How about you come with us down to the field for lunch, there's always some cute girls eating in the shade down there, and with your brooding foreign emo charms, we're sure to attract a few hotties!"

That caught Danny by surprise, sure, after he gained the throne and developing his more … depressed look … there were a few girls that came up to him. But most of the opposite sex in Casper still never really gave him the time of day, and those that did approach were scared off by a combination of Sam and Valerie. Paulina certainly never gave him a second glace, though by the time he did change, that stopped really bothering him. Yea, she was still hot, but he leaned even teenage boy attraction can die hard and fast with the simple utterance of the name "Invisobill" every time she saw his ghost form. It can even fall greater when he learned she had bought a jar of toenails online that claimed to be from the "ghost boy". Danny was so glad he learned how to control his invisibility, ghosts can be seen by normal humans, due to the fact that ectoplasm still contains a mixture of human world elements. But ghosts have the subconscious ability to phase out of sight from normal humans, choosing to only be visible to spiritually aware humans. Though most of the spirits that plagued Amity rarely did, half of them entered Amity to scare or harm humans, and the other half where there to throttle him so there really wasn't much point in hiding. For Danny however, it was a definite advantage, the attention was nice but one government agency gunning for your hide was one too many in his book. He gave a small sigh looking straight at Keigo, an apologetic smile on his face,

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to pass."

Keigo drooped down, a look of exaggerated depression on his face, Mizuiro gave a small wistful sigh, whither out of disappointment or relief he couldn't tell. Keigo lifted his head, his eyes shut as streams of tears flowed down his face,

"but why not?!"

Danny shook his head before getting up from his seat, grabbing his book bag on the way up, "I promised my sister Jazz that I'd meet her on the roof for lunch,"

as he spoke, he gave Ichigo and Rukia, who were still observing him, a quick look that he hopped coved "up there" as clearly as possible. It was a quick look, but judging by the fact that they both left their seats soon after meant at least some of his message went through. He turned back to the crying Keigo, who was oblivious to the silent summons and gave him another apologetic smile,

"and don't take the wrong way, but I don't really think that plan would work, but thanks for the invite, maybe some other time."

He got a depressed sounding "ok," from Keigo and "see you later" from Mizuiro as he calmly walked to the class room door, Ichigo and Rukia not far behind. As they walked through the halls, Ichigo and Rukia were silent, thankfully they saw the merit in keeping this privet. Danny concentrated, he felt Jazz's spiritual pressure on the roof above him, she must have just gotten there, he 'd have to hurry up or she might get worried. But as they walked the hallways, he sensed a few people coming their way. He could sense they were all normal humans, so he had hoped that it was just a group of students making their way down to their favorite lunch spot, but his hopes where dash when the group turned the corner in front of him.

He gave a defeated sigh and whispered to himself "can't the universe pick on someone else for a change?"

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He and Rukia had been following Fenton to the roof, silently watching as they made their way through the school. So far, he hadn't done anything out of the norm, he even politely declined Keigo's dumbass plan, so he clearly was not openly hostile, that didn't mean he wasn't going to keep his guard up.

Suddenly the kid stopped, and it wasn't hard to see why as a group of 'A' typical thugs stepped around the corner, this school did have a reputation of bringing in more annoying pieces of trash. The thugs swaggered over, disgusting grins on their faces as they stopped in front of the new kid and "tried" to look intimidating, but as the Fenton kid turned his head about the group, Ichigo caught a look of pure unconcerned annoyance plain on his face. One of the bigger idiots, a guy with a tacky red Mohawk stepped up to the new guy and stood just a few inches taller than him, based on body language alone, Ichigo could tell this guy was the ringleader.

"Well lookie here boys, we've got ourselves that new American student."

Like a corny villain with his moronic goons, the group began to chuckle at some unheard joke,

"Must come from some good money to come all the way across the ocean! Right?"

The moron's tone made it clear what he wanted, but goon still saw the need to punch his right fist into his left palm to apparently make it clear. Despite, that, Fenton didn't even flinch, putting his hands in his pants pockets, and simply replying in a light, almost joking voice,

"no, not really, my parents just have an … interesting choice in careers."

The Goons all blinked, almost in unison, apparently weirded out by the fact that they weren't as intimidating as the obviously thought they were. Although, Ichigo did have to admit that he could see their confusion, to a normal human, Fenton didn't look too tough, sure he was tall, but was way too thin to look anywhere near a threat. In fact, if it weren't for the spiritual warning bells in his head, Ichigo would have probably stepped in by now, just to shut these idiots up. But it was precisely because of the kid's radiating weirdness that he wasn't doing anything, he wanted to see what the kid could do, though if it turns out all that Fenton had was a creepy vibe and no skills, he'd lend a hand. Who knows, maybe the kid was a monster in disguise, and Ichigo would have to keep these turds from getting themselves killed. Personally, he'd rather the kid stayed in control, if only to keep him from having to save these rejects.

It took a second, but the red Mohawk leader regained his composure and sneered at the kid,

"really? Well that's a shame, maybe we can talk about this to that sister of yours …"

It was faint, probably barely noticeable to regular humans, but Ichigo felt a sudden chill in the air, like the temperature dropped a few degrees. He heard a quite gasp next to him as Rukia stared wide eyed at the Fenton kid. The voice of the thug brought his attention back to the group,

"got a good look at her when you two passed the front gate, she's quite the hot little honey, maybe you could introduce us eh, I'd love to have a girl like that on my arm."

Ichigo felt another spike in the temperature for a fraction of a second before it stopped, the warmth in the air returning as Fenton gave a small chuckle of his own,

"well you can try, but I wouldn't hold my breath, see Jazz has this thing against loud mouthed idiots."

As quick as the big idiot could, he swung a fist straight at the American's face, but hit nothing but air as the Fenton kid lazily dodged the fist, his head turned so Ichigo could see his face, his eyes were closed and he had a small taunting smirk. The thug growled in frustration and kept swinging at the kid, who just kept his eyes closed, dodging with barely any effort. The now rightfully christened loud mouth eventually stopped to give a few gasps of air, sweat starting to gather on his face whereas Fenton hadn't a drop on him. Some of the passing kids who stopped to look at the commotion gave a few awed looks and whispers, from what Ichigo could hear, everyone was questioning how a kid that thin could be barely breaking a sweat, a question Ichigo would be asking himself in their shoes. The fight itself wasn't all to amazing, the thug's moronic leader was barely worth the effort, clearly use to throwing around his bulk instead of knowing how to make a decent punch. A properly trained eight-year-old could take down this loser and his crew, he should know given he did just that around that age. But it wasn't without a good amount of sweat, and a guy as skinny as Fenton should at least be giving a few breaths, of course this would be if the guy was normal, which he clearly wasn't.

The loud mouth leader gave a few angrier breaths, "That's it yea freak! I'm not playing around, get this punk boys!"

The moron's goons gave an excited cry before rushing the new kid, but instead of panicking as any regular guy would, Fenton only gave another chuckle as he shook his head. Punches were thrown at him, kicks were shot, some of those clowns even brought out bats and pipes, but Fenton dodged them again with the barest effort, his eyes closed, and his playful smirk still intact. Soon after, the goons began hitting their own, aiming for Fenton but hitting their comrade when he dodged out of the way.

"no way,"

A soft voice of surprise issued from Ichigo's side, he turned and saw Tatsuki standing next to him, looking wide eyed at the new kid, she must have heard the commotion on her way to the school yard.

"That's no accident, the kids leading them to take each other out!"

Ichigo turned to look at kid as he moved out of the way of a goon bringing down a steel pipe to smash his friend on the shoulder. Tatsuki was right, Fenton was intentionally moving to get these guys to deal with themselves, and while it was somewhat comforting that he wasn't just going to let loose on some normal humans, it had some very serious implications. As weird as the kid's power felt, there wasn't much about him visibly that could make him a threat, it could have been that he was just a normal guy that was given a little spiritual weirdness from his parent's work. But this was not the work of a normal kid, Fenton was clearly trained, fairly extensively if he could pull moves like this. He turned to Rukia as she silently gave him a serious nod before returning to the fight.

The last two goons gave might swings before being dodged by Fenton and knocking each other out cold, leaving their witless leader standing a few feet away, doing a wonderful impression of a goldfish. That didn't last as Fenton turned his head to the leader,

"that was fun, got my heart rate going, but I really got to move, I have some … business to sort out before lunch ends."

The thug glared murderously at Fenton, who by body language alone Ichigo could tell looked completely bored. The Thug charged, huffing like a bull, as Fenton kept calmly still. But before the bull could get to the boy, a classroom door next to Fenton opened with a black-haired first year stepping out, unintentionally getting in the way. The blood thirsty thug kept charging though, throwing his fist back and yelling as the girl turned around and let out a frightened scream,

"GET OUT OF MY WAY BI…!"

Before the thug's fist could connect, before Ichigo, Rukia, and Tatsuki could even react, Fenton stood in front of the girl, getting there before anyone realized he moved. He was holding the thugs punch in one hand while his other was formed into a fist and plowed into the loud mouth's stomach, a wide eyed look planted on both the idiots face, the crowd, and the startled girl. Soon after, the loud mouth's eyes rolled up as he fell over to his side unconscious as Fenton gave a quick calming breath, turning to the would be victim with a reassuring look on his face and asked,

"you ok?"

The girl didn't respond, she just gave a wide eyed nod, Fenton gave a quick nod in return before turning to Ichigo and Rukia, looking them both in the eyes for a split second before turning back down the way he was walking, the crowd parting quickly without a word as he passed.

Ichigo and Rukia both followed after, Tatsuki would have too, if Orihime didn't decide to call out her name, Ichigo looked aback at the call and saw Tatsuki look unsure between following, or meeting her friend. Orihime gave another call before she finally decided to talk to her friend, leaving Ichigo and Rukia to follow the kid to the roof.

They weren't leaving till they got some straight answers.

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OK that's the second chapter, I seriously did not mean for it to take this long, but I just started a new semester so things have been a little crazy.

I can't really think of anything I want to say about this chapter, so lease read and enjoy, I promise to try and get the next one out sooner. And please post a review, anything you feel might need to be improved, your comments help a lot in formatting these stories.

Thanks and enjoy!