It felt like time had stopped. Shinji still sat cross-legged, pointing at Ichigo, who now had his mouth open, maing noises that could only be explained as stuttering.

"W-WHAT? I COULD GET KILLED OR SOMETHING FOR THAT!" Ichigo shouted at the pointing man's face.

"Exactly. You almost killed me out there, so now, it is your turn."

Ichigo was caught. This was dangerous. He would forfiet, quit, but that would only damage his pride. If he tried running away, they would surley catch him. He had no other option.

He sighed, knowing sooner or later he would deeply reqret this.

"Fine. I'll do it. But as soon as I'm done, Shinji, I am gonna kill you." Ichigo threatened, letting the white foam cover his body. In less that 10 seconds, there he stood. Two long, jagged horns attatched to a mask that completely covered his body, marked with the trademark red markings. His tan skin was now a pure white, with tribal tattoes, similar to Renji's, trailed down to his chest. Red puffs of red fur lined is wrists and ankels, while his shorth spiky orange hair was now very long.

Honestly, Ichigo took alot of pride in this form. He always pretended to act like he hated being a visard, having an inner hollow, and all the other bonuses of being a visard. That was never true. He shared a special bond with his inner hollow, even going to the point of naming the albino 'Shirosaki'.

Ichigo began to mutter a trail of some... 'colorful' words. However, he forgot that he could not speak in this form, so the muttering sounded like 'Btd ashred gedsa'. The others surrounding him stepped back. Even though they had more experience in hollows, being a shinigami and stuff, they had seen the extent of his powers and knew he was far powerful than any of them.

Before long, the air peeled back revealing a white inside. He had traveled to the Seireitei many times, and was far used to this.

Sighing, he stepped inside, giving Shinji the 'death glare'. Being hollowfied made it more like the 'Super death glare that makes the death glare shameful'. He then turned away, stoming off.

Ichigo Kurosaki was puting. Pouting. Then again, it was hard to tell with the mask covering his entire head and stuff, but his scruff actions of stomping and his cletched fists and the evil aura gave it off.

He stopped at the end of the trail, glaring holes in the wood doors that concealed the Soul Society. He was thinking of a way to not get noticed. Shinji never said anything about getting noticed. He didn't have to worry about hiding his reiatsu, as he little bracelet he had on concealed it(I forgot to include that in the first chapter. He has a little bracelet specially made for him that conceals his reiatsu.).

Taking in a deep breath, he slid to door away, reavealing a nice veiw of the Seireitei. Ever since he had defeated Aizen, things have been more... peaceful. There were no new threats to be worried about. Hollows have been more distant, hardly attacking people anymore. Even Toshiro Hitsugaya, who was always the stiff, cold, never-relaxing one, relaxed alot more, and seemed...nicer.

Both shinigami and residents of the Rukon district have been more nice and peaceful. There was only a rukus when Matsumoto and her friends got drunk and caused a uproar, wich lead to a fight, wich lead to disaster.

After staring at the peaceful scenery for a few minutes, he realized he should probally get out of the sky. I mean, it wasn't like there was always a huge hollow that looked like Ichigo in the sky, right? But then again, I said the same about shinigami falling out of the sky. So never mind.

He landed in he trees-not so gracefully as he had imagened. Tossing off a squirrel that had fell on his masked face, he marched off to find something to do. Besides, he had an entire 24 hours here. He had better find at least something to do, otherwise he would only end up where he was before all this to-be-maddness; bored.

But he not noticed his reiatsu-concealing bracelet was not on his wrist, rather on the stone-cold floor of the whareouse that resided the visordes.

-X-X-X-X-

Shortly after Ichigo left, Shinji noticed a black wristband. He knew it didn't belong to anyone here, and id defenatly was not a regular human's bracelet, as soon as he put it on, he realized the bracelet was sucking in his leaking reiatsu. He then realized it was Ichigo's. He debated with himself wether he should keep it until Ichigo finished, or if he should return it.

He went with keeping it.

-X-X-X-X-X-

As soon as Ichigo arrived at the Soul Society, Yamamoto, the Head Commander, noticed. He knew it was Ichigo, the one who defeated Aizen, saved Rukia from excecution, as was most likely more powerful than Yamamoto was. He knew he never got a chance to thank him properly for what he had done. In fact, everyone in the world pretty much owed thier life to him. If he had not defeated Aizen, they would most likely be dead and Aizen would be ruling the world. So yeah. That was a pretty big IOU.

But then again, he had never got back at Ichigo from the embarassing prank he had pulled on Yamamoto a little while ago, just after he got his powers back. So, forming a plan, he called a Captian meeting, and began telling his plan...

A/N: CRAAPPP. Sorry it took so long to upload, my minio-readers! I have been drowned by homework. SO. MUCH.

ALL. OF. IT.

EVERY. SINGLE. BIT.

Anyways, I appreciate everyone who commented! *Glares at the non-commenters*

Seriously. Commenting is my insperation to write better. So, in short language, Comments=More pretty writing.

Pretty simple. So please, comment. Even flamers, cuz I use them to heap up my air-conditioner-thingy so I am nice and warm at nice.

Unlike my other story, Training Gone Wrong, I actually know where I am going, for the most part at least.

And yes, I know almost to everyone is OOC in some way. Don't like it? Well, simple answer:

DEAL WITH IT. IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY. SAME WITH ALL THOSE SPELLING ERRORS I MADE ON PORPOUSE. WELL, NOT THE TYPOS. BUT EVERYTHING ELSE.

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