I'm Hunting A Ghost Chapter 18 Anger Management, a bleach fanfic

AN: Uuuuuh, I'm on a roll! Be happy. :) Not that much of a chapter, but it leads to a direction where i can work with. I hope you like it though.

If you don't... well that's okay, too. :D

Chapter 18 – Anger Management

Ichigo located Byakuya's Reiatsu at the huge cafeteria and he rushed in to find him, but it was harder as it sounded, since the cafeteria was packed with students running around and chatting with each other. Ichigo cursed as he couldn't locate the raven haired noble, and he left the room full of students with an angry face and rushed to his fist class, History. Oh, joy.

As he reached the still empty classroom, he sat down far in the back, his frown even deeper than usually as he watched the other students slowly fill up the classroom. It was like Ichigo radiated an aura of pure evil, since nobody dared to sit near him, and some were glancing at him, while he didn't seem to care. Byakuya was missing that morning.

It was already half into the lecture when Ichigo decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He knew that Byakuya was at his room. Without saying a word he rose from his seat and stormed out of the room, leaving a confused headmaster and more or less terrified first years, but Ichigo couldn't care less about that.

Without a single knock he ripped the door to Byakuyas dorm open.

"Byakuya, we need to talk."

The young noble turned around and rose from his chair. What Ichigo scared the most was the blank look on his face, just like the future Byakuya would look at him, as if he were someone better.

"I don't think it is necessary that we continue our acquaintance any further, Urahara-san." He spoke in an emotionless tone. Ichigos was shocked, he simply stared at his "friend". He couldn't believe his ears.

"W..What? Snap out of it, Bya-chan. Don't go iceprincess on me, got that? I know that you don't understand what happened, and you probably don't even believe any single word I say, but we need to talk. Please, don't be childish." Ichigo was beyond angry, and he couldn't hide it anymore.

"You do not understand, Urahara-san. I wish to discontinue our friendship. I see no use in this, and my grandfather was right, I should concentrate on my schoolwork rather than getting into some kind of trouble." Byakuya turned around and Ichigo snapped.

It was like he was a completely different person, and Ichigo couldn't stand that person.

"Allright, if you say so. But let me tell you one thing, Bya-chan. Your beloved gramps isn't as holy as he seems to be. He drills you to fit into some kind of role, always doing the right thing, looking at things from afar, and most important, sticking to the rules. But he doesn't do that, or why has he some pricks running around stalking me 24/7?! You think that is okay? He surely doesn't like me, and I have to say he has won. I won't bother you anymore, he can turn you into that sold prick again, who would execute his own sister. Enjoy your life, Kuchiki." Ichigo spoke with a hard voice, and it felt good to blow some steam off. He didn't want to argue any further, so he disappeared with a soft buzz of Shunpo.

Byakuya's P.O.V:

Byakuya felt horrible and decided to skip class for the time being. He wanted to avoid his neighbor for the day, because he didn't want to argue with him. He should have known that be "blonde" would find him. He felt a flaring Reiatsu appear outside his door and in an instant the door blew open; it was Ichigo.

"Byakuya, we need to talk."

Here came the hardest part. He had decided that he needed some distance, even if he didn't want it that way. Byakuya now had to tell his friend to leave him alone. He took in a deep breath and tried not to show any emotion in his face before he spoke.

"I don't think it is necessary that we continue our acquaintance any further, Urahara-san."

The shock was clearly written on Ichigo's face, and it pained him that he had to hurt Ichigo, but it had to be. He had to concentrate on the future.

Again, he tried to calm himself down before he spoke, avoiding eye contact.

Byakuya couldn't stand he hurt look on his face anymore, so he turned around, but he wasn't prepared for what came next.

Allright, if you say so. But let me tell you one thing, Bya-chan. Your beloved gramps isn't as holy as he seems to be. He drills you to fit into some kind of role, always doing the right thing, looking at things from afar, and most important, sticking to the rules. But he doesn't do that, or why has he some pricks running around stalking me 24/7?! You think that is okay? He surely doesn't like me, and I have to say he has won. I won't bother you anymore, he can turn you into that sold prick again, who would execute his own sister. Enjoy your life, Kuchiki."

His grandfather was tailing Ichigo? He had a sister? A sister he would be willing to kill someday? Was he that kind of an person in the future? It couldn't be true, could it? But the man said, that he was from another time. Would he be able to decide his own fate? Or was it already sealed, and he was bound to become the murder of his own sister? Byakuyas head seemed to explode with questions, maybe he really needed to talk to Ichigo again? But… how?

Ichigo's P.O.V:

Ichigo ran towards Seireitei, masking his Reiatsu to the point where it was nonexistent. He needed to let some aggressions out, and that meant that he didn't simply wish to slay down his Hollow, no destroying something, so he headed for the hidden training room under Sokyoku, where he learned Bankai with Yoruichi. When he reached his destination he checked he Kidou around the place, to see if it was safe for him to release the limiters. After a few minutes he sighed, before he readied his black and white sword. He looked at it again, before he released the limiters placed on him.

The sword pulsed with reiatsu and it was silent. There were no silly comments from his Hollow, no cryptic talk from Zangetsu or happy laughter of Shikari. They were with him, wishing to be released after all this time.

A smile flashed on Ichigo's face and he closed his eyes, whispering his the release phrase of his sword, Shikari.

"All the heavens shall be mine, to protect what I hold dear. Open the door to hell, and all evil shall be slain, Shikari."

The Kanji's on the ribbon flashed blue before the sword glowed pure white on the one side, on the other pitch black. There was a purple flash of Reiatsu and he earth seemed to crumble under the pressure as everything went down in a purpelish hue.

And Ichigo stood, with what would officially be his Shikai, even if it technically wasn't. He felt good and powerful, even if it was a new way of fighting for him.

With a swish Zangetsu, Shiro and Shikari appeared from inside his inner world, each of them holding a weapon of their own and a confident look on their faces.

"Ready for a spar, Aibou?" His Hollow crackled, while Zangetsu simply nodded. Shikari ran up to him, her tiny weapon ready to strike, before she yelled "You're it!" as if it were some kind of game.

AN: Ahhh, can you guess what his "Shikai" will be? ;D I know it is cruel not to tell you when he actually releases it. I have it in mind already (gotta draw a picture of it!) but it would be nice to hear some of your suggestions! ;D Feel free to write me what you have in mind, could be better than the rubbish in my head.

Lot's of love!