Disclaimer: Do I have to say this every chapter? No idea. Anyway: I own none of Bleach or the 6 Eyes and Infinity, as much as I love both Bleach and Jujutsu Kaisen. This is the first thing I've ever written in general, so don't be too judgemental, but I would appreciate some feedback, if ya got any. Anyway, hope ya enjoy.
"Ichigo./Ichigo."
Two voices can be heard in Ichigo Kurosaki's inner world. One belongs to an old man with black hair, tattered robes, a blue visor and a goatee.
The other, a demonic voice, belongs to an exact replica of Ichigo, but with white skin and hair, black scleras and irises the same as Ichigo, in a white robe and most importantly, with a hole in his chest.
"Ichigo./Ichigo."
The old man had a black, broad short sword, the handle being one with the blade, similarly to a saw if the blade was rotated 90 degrees and wasn't serrated.
"Ichigo./Ichigo."
The white one had a black greatsword that resembled a khyber knife. The guard was part of the blade, extruding only from the front of the blade. It had a cylindrical hole in the middle, from the guard to about half the length of the blade. The handle was black and circular, with a silver bottom.
"Ichigo./Ichigo."
"Ichigo./Ichigo."
"Good Morning,"
"I-"
"chi-"
"GO!"
Before his father could crash into him, Ichigo opened his window and threw him out. As if it's a normal response. The onlookers reacted to this sight with emotions ranging from indifference to horror as Rukia, who was still there for some reason, just saw a child throw his own father out of a window after he tried to dropkick him in his sleep. At this moment, she felt like her choice to save the family was… misplaced.
"WHAT SORTA SON THROWS HIS OWN FATHER OUT OF A WINDOW?" Isshin says, barely holding onto the edge of the window.
"WHAT SORTA FATHER ATTACKS HIS SON IN HIS SLEEP, YOU JACKASS!?" His son says, stepping on his hands, causing him to fall two stories. After calming down from his father's antics, he realizes Rukia is there.
"Wait, why is she here? Shouldn't she be back in Soul society?"
"*Grunt* Normally, yes, she should be. But accidentally, you took all her powers last night, so she'll need some time to gather enough strength to return. Until then, she'll be staying with us and you'll be doing her job, kid. She'll be under the identity of "Kurosaki Rukia", your distant cousin who came here to study. And no, the sisters don't know about it." His father answers, still dirty from before.
"Yup! Nice to meet you dear cousin Ichigo! Here's my Id!" Rukia, because of her upbringing in the Kuchiki noble family of soul society, has absolutely no idea how to act in a community like Karakura town. Thus, she says this with an inflection that you would only see in anime, hitting a pose and making a ;p face. "*Pfft*" Needless to say, Ichigo tries and fails to hold in his laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAT WAS THAT? WHAT ARE YOU, DORAEMON?" As he continued laughing, Rukia did not see the humor in her way of expression. She spent the entire night studying Japanese media and now this kid is laughing at her? Thankfully, when in doubt,
*BLAM*
A kick in the balls is a safe bet.
*Wheeze* "You fucking bitch." Those were Ichigo's last words before he passed out. Again.
Isshin winces, as he relates to the feeling of getting kicked in the groin all too well. "Well, we need him up again. He needs to go to school and Mizuiro and Keigo are waiting for him outside."
"I can just carry him there, he'll be fine." Rukia said, in a tone that indicated how clueless she was to teenage gossip.
"Umm, no, I'll just do my thing. Ok, 3, 2, 1,
GOOD MORNING ICHIGO-"
The instant the words end, a fist ends up in his face.
"Good morning dad." Ichigo said, looking pissed off.
"You too, ya brat. Now hurry, Mizuiro and Keigo are waiting."
"Oh shit, okay." Ichigo quickly got ready and headed out to greet some friends of his.
"Hey guys sorry I'm late, something happened and I had to stay home to figure it out."
"No worries, Ichigo. I, myself, was late because Miss Hanabi wanted me to stay a little longer." This is Mizuiro. Mizuiro is somewhat short, with medium length black hair and black eyes. His petite body type and cute face give off a cute vibe, but on the contrary, he's a womanizer who uses his looks to appeal to the motherly instincts of older women.
"*Sobbing* Life is unfair, Ichigo. Why does HE get to go with hot older women? I wanna go with hot older women. What does he have that I don't, oh hot older women?!" Keigo is average in height and body type, has short to medium length brown hair and brown eyes. As for personality, he is two things. One, he's stupid. Two, he's a pervert. But he can be dependable when things are tough.
"Thank god I'm not alone in this lonely journey, right Ichigo?"
Enter: Rukia.
"Umm, Ichigo, who's that girl next to you?" Asks Mizuiro.
"No Mizuiro, who is that angel that came to earth? That miracle of God? With that majestic obsidian hair and mesmerizing violet eyes? Miss, could you give me your name?" Following Keigo's Question, Ichigo's foot is promptly shoved onto Keigo's face.
"Stop being weird, Keigo. This is my distant Cousin, Rukia. She transferred here cause her town has only elementary and middle schools."
"Nice to meet you boys! My name is Kurosaki Rukia! I'm 15 years old! My favorite foods are cucumbers and eggs and my hobbies are watching movies!"
Rukia's weird tone once again stood out, drawing odd looks from Ichigo and Mizuiro
"Uhh… nice to meet you too Rukia. I'm Mizuiro, my hobbies are-" Ichigo interrupts, "Womanizing."
"What? No, I only go for older women, you know this!" "Yeah, that's why I'm telling her."
Ever since then, Ichigo wondered if Rukia counted as a milf, her being hundreds, maybe even thousands of years old and all.
"Hello, Rukia. My name is Keigo Asano. I am grateful to be able to be in your graceful presence and I welcome you to this garden of manliness!." Said the brown haired boy, saluting her with tears in his eyes for some reason.
"Oh why thank you lad! I am grateful to meet you too!" The short shinigami says, in the same weird tone.
"Jesus Christ. This is gonna be a pain in the ass, eh?" Ichigo says to himself.
As the school day progresses, Rukia's Denreishinki rings, signifying the appearance of a hollow. "Ichigo." She calls out to him. "I got it" He responds. They suddenly leave the classroom.
"Where's Ichigo going with the new girl?" Asks Michiru, a short, medium build girl with short to medium length brown hair that parts to the side with a hairpin.
"I don't know and I don't care as long as he comes back, but if he corrupts the new girl and makes her skip class too, I'll kill him!" Says Misato Ochi-sensei, a young woman with rounded glasses and long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, who is Ichigo's homeroom teacher.
5 minutes later, the bell rings and Ms. Ochi and Ichigo's friends are horrified to find his body unconscious on the rooftop. What they didn't know was that Ichigo was in his shinigami form and along with Rukia went to take out a hollow.
12:00, Yumisawa Children's Park, Karakura Town
"So that's the hollow?" Says Ichigo, pointing at a hollow that resembles a large six-legged insect. It has gray green skin with orange joints, as well as orange spots on its back. Its mask is plain white with a humanoid face, framed by two tuffs of brown hair and a lock of purple hair that falls over the top of its mask.
Rukia replies blankly, "Yup." "This will be so easy."
Then, the hollow starts chasing the soul of a deceased little boy that hangs around the park. Ichigo gets in its way and lifts his sword, gracefully bringing it down on the hollow's head, splitting the hollow in half vertically.
"You okay, kid?" "Y-Yeah. Thanks mister." "Alright, so, I'll tap you on the forehead so you can go to the afterlife and see your loved ones, okay?" "Is that really how it works?" asks the kid, underwhelmed. "It's really how it works." "Well, okay mister!" and as it agrees, Ichigo puts the back of his blade on the kid's head, sending it to the Soul Society.
Rukia, surprised by the swiftness of the extermination, pats him on the back. "Good Job Ichigo. Practically perfect. That's really all you're gonna be doing until I get my powers back." "No shit, I've been doing the same thing for years." "Yeah, but this time you're doing it as a shinigami, not as a human. There's things you need to take into account, like minimizing damage and removing witnesses." "Wait wait wait, what the hell do you mean by "removing witnesses"?" the carrot head asks, confused. "No, Ichigo. We don't kill people. We have devices that replace memories of the supernatural scene with something different, no matter how peculiar they may be sometimes. That's why your sisters don't remember anything."
"Oh shit, right! I almost forgot about that."
"Also, Ichigo, I must ask. What was that technique you used against that fish faced hollow? I've never seen it before." "Oh, you mean blue? It's something I can do thanks to my eyes and just, being me I guess." "Your eyes? I thought you were blind and just had some weird spiritual awareness. If not, why the blindfold? Also, special?" "I don;t know why I'm special exactly. Maybe god just decided to give me this power." I did. "But I wouldn't be able to control it without my eyes. As for that spiritual awareness, that's the excuse we use, but actually, I have very special eyes. They're called the Six Eyes and they allow me to perceive the world in detail down to the atomic level. Without the blindfold, I might accidentally x-ray everybody around me, without any actual radiation mind you, but still a problem. I don't want all that." "That's… incredible to say the least. Still, why wear the blindfold? Can't you control it? And what about the technique?" "I CAN control it. I just can't control it ALL THE TIME. I put a small layer of reiatsu over my eyes so that the x-ray effects don't work, but keeping it up for a long time is annoying, so I either wear sunglasses or the blindfold." "Why wouldn't you just wear glasses?" "Why would I? The blindfold's sick. Anyway, my eyes allow me to use that special technique called Infinity. With this, I can somewhat manipulate space, specifically distance. I can remove, divide and theoretically add and multiply space or distance. Blue is the removal of space, thus acting somewhat like a black hole. It uses negative energy, but if I can use positively charged reiryoku, I could use addition and multiplication. There's more, but…" he hesitates, "...that's for another time."
Rukia doesn't question further, as most of her questions have been answered. She does keep the uniqueness and vagueness of his abilities in mind though. "Alright, thank you for explaining Ichigo. Now let's go back to the school before they find your unconscious body." she says, remembering that they left his body IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOFTOP. "OH SHIT." exclaims Ichigo. They both rush back to school.
Back with Misato Ochi-sensei and Ichigo's friends,
12:05, Karakura High, Rooftop
"KUROSAKI ARE YOU OKAY?" exclaims Ochi-sensei
Beside her, Tatsuki Arisawa, Ichigo's tomboy childhood friend, is slapping Ichigo's literally soulless body, telling him to "WAKE UP ICHIGO! IF YOU DIE I'LL END YOU.". She's got short, spiky black hair and dark eyes, with an athletic build. Though not voluptuous, she still has some curves. Speaking of voluptuous, that description perfectly fits the orange haired beauty who is currently crying, saying something about Mr. Donuts, 31 (Dunkin' Donuts in Japan) and Kurosaki. That is Orihime Inoue, the doofus. Orihime has long orange hair, brown eyes, a slightly chubby yet slim build, and unlike her best friend Tatsuki, she has curves curves, if you know what I mean. Although her body is overdeveloped, her brain is… lacking. She's not stupid—she gets average grades—but she's one hell of an airhead. Thus, her spouting stuff about Dunkin' while a man's unconscious went unnoticed. After a minute or two, Rukia comes back and Ichigo wakes up in the infirmary, surrounded by the two girls, Ochi-sensei and Rukia.
"He's awake!" Misato-sensei says. Instantly, Tatsuki and Orihime hug him, each one with a different feeling.
"Don't scare me like that again, man! I thought you were a goner for a second!" Tatsuki tells him, angrily yet relieved he's ok.
"What happened? Why were you blacked out? Are you okay?" Orihime on the other hand, was ready to cry out of concern.
"Did you get into another fight again, Kurosaki?" Asked Ochi-sensei from the chair she was sitting on.
"I'm fine. I was just tired and passed out, I guess." Ichigo assures them.
"I'm not taking that shit from you Kurosaki. You didn't have any bruises, so I'll take your word for it, but don't scare us like that again. Go home for the day, your last class is Physical Education anyway. We all know you would have ten times the results of anyone in any exercise."
"Thanks Ochi-sensei. I'll see ya later Tatsuki. See ya Inoue!" Ichigo greets them, and along with Rukia leaves.
"I have no idea what you see in him, Orihime." Tatsuki tells the airhead.
"I don't know, I think he has a funny face. And that blindfold is cool too."
"Fair enough. Anyway, how's your brother doing?" "Oh, Sora? He just got a promotion at work, so he told me we'll celebrate with Korean BBQ." "Cool. Can I come?" The black haired girl says as they leave the scene.
"Why did you think it was a good idea to take my fuckin SOUL out of my body in a public area? Couldn't you wait until I got in the bathroom or something first?" Ichigo argues with Rukia, as he could've gotten into trouble because of her. "Saving a helpless soul is a good enough reason to have your friends worry about you for 5 minutes, brat! Think about other people for once." responds Rukia, clearly not interested in Ichigo's problem. "It would've taken half a minute at MOST to go to the bathroom. The hollow wouldn't have done anything in a minute, and you know that! Let me remind you, just because I'm doing your job doesn't mean I'm a shinigami. I'm a highschool student." "Babysaywhat." "What?"
…
"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that, shorty."
"Okay, but still. You chose this power to save your family. There's consequences to your actions. Some day, you may need to give up more than 5 minutes to help somebody. Because that's your duty." "I never cared about all this duty talk you officials do. Apparently, both human and spirit officials always talk about some stupid sense of duty. Saving people is about saving people. When you sacrifice your powers to save me and my family, were you thinking about duty? I'll save people cause I want to, not because of some unspoken rule or whatever. I don't want to save the world, for god's sake! But when someone's in front of me, I can't NOT save them!". Rukia stands there, speechless.
"Alright. Good luck then."
3:00 A.M.
Undisclosed prison, Cell no.6
A small group of prisoners are gathered in the same cell. The prison cell is a small, cold, rectangular, measuring about 6 by 8 feet. The walls are made of rough, gray concrete, stained with the grime of years. A single, narrow window, barred with thick iron rods, lets in a sliver of light, casting long shadows across the floor. There's a bed with a simple metal frame bolted to the wall and a thin, lumpy mattress. A stainless steel toilet and sink, both scratched and dented from years of use, sit in the corner. The air feels damp, heavy with the scent of must and old sweat, echoing the sound of a metal pipe beating something.
"That's what you get for being such a piece of shit, Inoue!"
Sentenced life in prison for domestic abuse, child endangerment and the murder of his own wife, in the middle of the cell lies the cold, lifeless body of Inoue Takuhito, the father of Inoue Sora and Inoue Orihime. Yet still, the prisoner's righteous judgment persists; even after the man has died, the prisoners keep beating his corpse. Many inmates had lived their lives with parents like him. That's why they ended up in prison. Bad people hurt people, then hurt people hurt more people and make more bad people. Thus, they wanted to make sure that this scum of the earth was dead. "I think he's dead now." "Yeah, absolutely dead.". As the prisoners stop beating on the corpse, one of them looks up and can barely make out a horrifying sight. A tar black body, resembling a mangled, elongated human body with an oversized head and a mask that resembled a dysmorphic human baby with a protruding nose, similar to a beak and eyes similar to a rabbits. "What the hell-" and black. That was the last word heard in that prison. 140 prisoners, 10 night guards. 150 people in total died, all from unknown causes. On the rooftop, for anyone with spiritual awareness, the silhouette of the hollow responsible is visible, contrasting with the moon. "Sora… Orihime… It's all… their fault… I'll… kill those brats!" It says with a warped voice and it starts running faster than the human eye could see. Running to Karakura town.
A/N: This was much more difficult to write and edit. I was supposed to have finished it by 11 PM or so. IT'S 3 AM. I don't expect the next chapter to have this much exposition, but it'll be a fuckin WHILE until I write it, so idk. Yeah, not expecting much. Hope I make the next chapter sick AF yungblud :p