Keigo Phantom Chapter 11: Recovering and Troops, a Bleach + Danny Phantom Crossover fanfic

Chapter 11 Recovering

Keigo sat in one of my Kisuke rooms. He was by himself. His forearms and right shoulder were covered in white bandages. He had a tired look on his face, but he looked a little uneasy. He was looking out of the open window into the night sky.

The door opened to reveal KIsuke with a chill grin as he fanned himself.

"Hey, hey, if it isn't Mr. MVP himself!" Kisuke could see his cheerful attitude hadn't phased Keigo at all. Sighing in defeat, he sat by Keigo.

"So, how are you holding up?" He asked. The young teen looked at the other person in the room and tried to make himself comfortable.

"I guess I'm doing fine… I've never felt like this before, feeling so, so, gosh. What's the word for it!" Keigo said, unsure how to express himself.

"Mortified," Kisuke answered, making Keigo nod in agreement. Keigo fiddles with his hands and shakes his head.

"I always thought fighting was so cool, you know. I thought it would be like in the Manga, comics, or video games that I love so much. Now that I see how it's done… you have to stop and wonder. Am I a bad person for wanting this, do I want to hurt people?" Keigo grabbed his head out in frustration and let out a muffled growl.

"I almost killed someone, and my friends are all injured because I had to act all slow and fight them both! Dammit, it just… did I do the right thing or the lazy thing," Keigo said, grabbing his arm and bunching over his legs. Kisuke was surprised to hear such a bold choice of words but knew what the teenager needed to hear. Gently putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Keigo, you are going to be forced with choices that don't always lead to everyone being okay. You made the right call people were dying, and you had to stop someone from continuing their destruction. We can't always save everyone, but that doesn't mean we can't try. I think you used your best judgment and everything you could that is what a warrior does," Kisuke said in a calm voice. Keigo couldn't argue with the reason and logic that was thrown in front of him, but still, he could've done better. Though he still didn't even know what the two creatures were that attacked all those people.

"Kisuke, what were those things, who is Aizen? Why were my friends there and having weird powers what's happening?" Keigo asked. The shopkeeper tipped his hat and glanced at Keigo with a solemn face.

"This going to be a long night, buckle yourself in for a story,"

"Hey, I heard it storytime I'm bringing popcorn don't start without me!" Yankii's voice cried from behind the door. They awkwardly cocked that they hadn't realized that these walls were so thin.

Opening theme song!

Chorus~

He's Phantom.

Keigo Phantom! Keigo Phantom! Keigo Phantom!

Rap~

YO! Keigo was just average fifteen when suddenly discovered a very strange machine!

It was designed to view, a world unseen!

Chorus~

He gonna catch 'em all 'cause he's Keigo Phantom!

Rap~

One day he's bored and finds a lab, but Keigo has to take a look inside of it. There was a great big flash, everything just changed, His molecules got all rearranged~!

Chorus~

Phantom! Phantom!

Rap~

When he first woke up, he realized, He had snow-white hair and glowing green eyes, He could walk through walls, disappear, and fly, He was much more unique than the other guys!

And it was then that Keigo knew what had to do, he had to stop all the ghosts that were coming through, He's here to fight for me and you!

Chorus ~

He gonna, catch him all because he's Keigo Phantom!

Yankii and Keigo sat on the floor while Kisuke. Explained everything to them. What hollows are and why they eat souls. The working of soul society and regulating souls. Even talking about Ichigo's adventures, though the most important detail was Aizen. Keigo didn't like this man from what he heard.

"And that's about all of it," Kisuke said, feeling a bit tired from the exposition he laid on the two. Keigo sat mortified, lost in his thoughts.

"This is a lot to take in," Keigo said.

"You're telling me, you're telling me there's poverty in the afterlife," Yankii gawked, making Kisuke let out a tired sigh.

The shopkeeper stood and glanced at the two.

"If you need anything or more rest, feel free to stay or ask. I know your friends want to see you, so open the door and then will be ready to talk," He said, walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Keigo looked down at the ground, realizing this was going to be a long conversation with his friends about his ghost situation.

"Hey, look on the bright side, still kick some major ass today," Yankii said, trying to cheer his student on.

"I don't know if I can celebrate. I mean, this Aizen guy knows about ghosts, what's he even going to do now?" Keigo panicked. Yankii lay down on the floor and stretched his neck to the window, looking out to the stars.

"Relax, I bet he's wetting himself right now, this guy has probably never even seen a ghost and is probably rethinking his next steps," Yankii said lazily. Keigo would agree but felt it was a bigger issue.

Keigo wanted to agree but knew that was the case, glancing at the door, knowing that Ichigo was on the other side, he had to face the music.

Walking up, he opened the sliding door, Ichigo was in the living room, sitting near the round table. His attention was immediately brought to Keigo, seeing he was up.

"Keigo!" He said in shock. "Are you okay,"

Keigo let out a sigh of relief. He was glad there was no backlash from his friend. Keeping secrets does tend to break friendships.

"I'm fine, just a little, but I think I'll be alright, even my scars seem to be fading," Keigo marveled at how fast his injuries were healing. Ichigo smiled, and he was happy to see that his friend was the same as ever.

"So, how long have you been like this," He asked, gesturing to his ghostly half. Keigo let out a stiff laugh.

"I say about the last week of summer, so let's just say my summer vacation might be a little crazier than yours," Keigo joked with a smirk, then scratched the back of his head. "So you're a substitute soul reaper. You're half soul reaper, and I'm half ghost... and this day just keeps getting more confusing,"

Ichigo let out a chuckle. "You're telling me… so about what happened with that guy. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you. I'm sorry you had to get your hands dirty."

Keigo paused at the words and quickly shook his head. "Hey, it's really fine. I just never did that to anybody. I hope I don't have to do it again, but you guys are in danger, and I had to step up, so it's no biggie."

Ichigo didn't say anything, but his eyes clearly said that he didn't like that answer. Keigo could see his friend was hurt about how he wasn't able to do much. Keigo cleaned his throat and sat down at the table, welcoming his friend to sit alongside him.

"Hey, How about you tell me some of the stuff with you and Ruika? Kisuke gave me the story, but I wanna know the details, I hear you're still a delinquent in the afterlife. Isn't that crazy?"

Ichigo, even putting up his tough-guy façade, did let out a stiff giggle. Taking a seat by his friend while still being a little tense.

"Did someone say story time?"

Yankii's voice said as his head popped out of the table his ethereal form was phasing through solid material objects. Unfortunately, his unexpected appearance scared the living daylights out of the orange-haired substitute soul reaper.

"Ah! What the heck, man!" He shouted. Keigo didn't flinch an inch because he already sensed his presence within the room.

"Who the heck is that?" Ichigo said, scrambling away from the table. Keigo cracked up as he stood.

"It's alright dude, this is my ghost teacher. Yankii is a bit wacky, but he's a good guy," Keigo said. Ichigo then pointed at the table with a terrified face.

"Don't say that, like coming out of the table is a normal thing!"

Yankii smiled and pulled out a bottle from under the table.

"If we're telling stories, let's at least have some drinks!" Yankii said excitedly. Keigo's eyes widen in surprise, then gently turn into annoyance.

"Yankii, did you steal that from Kisuke stock?" He was not even surprised if that was the honest answer. The long-neck ghost scoffed and crossed his arms, offended just by every idea.

"No," He said.

"Yankii, I saw you on the camera, put that back now!" Kisuke shouted. Making Yankii fly through the roof. Leaving only confused Ichigo. Keigo laughed and patted his back.

"Come on, that's just the life of a ghost superhero, am I right?"

While truths were spoken today, some shouldn't have stayed under the surface. In the great desserts in Hueco Mundo, on the horizon of darkness, was the white fortress of Las Noches, the great smooth and silos style made it look alien already in this strange world.

Walking through the grand halls was Ulquiorra, who wore his regular white clothing without any burn marks. He marched along until he stopped in front of the giant door. Slowly, they opened to a giant space. With blue tile flooring and white pillars holding up the room wall. It was quite dark in the room, but on each side were purple rocky formations that acted as the furniture. Many dark figures sat in the shadows, but Ulquiorra. Walked, stopping in front of a staircase that went up to a grand white marble throne.

Sitting on that throne, he had brown menacing eyes, and his hairstyle swept back, with a strand hanging down his face. He was tall and lean, with sharp features. This was Sōsuke Aizen, the great betrayer of the Goita thirteen. He is sitting on his throne with a smile on his face.

"Ulquiorra, I'm glad you're back, you look quite upset. Tell me, how did you and Yammy become so injured," Aizen asked. Ulquiorra kneeled to his lord.

"We encountered a new threat, Lord Aizen," He said simply, Aizen smiled and stroked his chin in a thinking manner.

"Did those humans give you trouble, or was it a Soul Reaper? Maybe Quincy got the better of you?" He asked.

"Neither, my lord," Ulquiorra said. The room began to stir with whispers. Many of them began to talk amongst themselves. Aizen raised an eyebrow.

"So a hollow did this? Maybe we should ask it to join my ranks," Aizen said in awe. Ulquiorra didn't raise his head and spoke only the truth.

"It wasn't a hollow, Lord Aizen," Many more whispers were turned into silence. If a Hollow, Soul Reaper, Human, or Quincy didn't do this, then what did? Aizen's interest went up a bit. This mystery was exciting, of course, he probably knew the answer. Ulquiorra then slowly stood up and placed his right hand over his left eye.

"Allow me to show you, my lord, for there is a bigger threat than Ichigo Kurosaki," Ulquiorra then ripped out his eye and crushed, but instead of blood, all that was left was bright dust that flew in the air, letting the sand fall from his hands. Many in the room began to see what Ulquiorra had shown.

They could see the fight that happened. Many of them had utter confusion written across their faces. Lord Aizen closed his eyes and watched the images play out as his face had betrayed him, Ulquiorra was inwardly shocked to see Lord Aizen was in bewilderment.

Aizen could hear the sounds of the battle playing out.

"I'm going ghost!"

"You sick bastard, you killed these people and almost my friend,"

"THAT ASSHOLE BROKE MY NOSE!"

"Wait, you mean I forced that guy to bring out some of his power. Ah, Nice win for Keigo! Not too bad, wouldn't you say Ichigo,

"I'm sorry, but I told you to stay the fuck away from my friends,"

He let these images play out until he opened his eyes. Aizen felt something was off and reached for his face, finding a large smile on his face. It felt like he was a child again: like finding out the taste of candy or receiving a gift for the first time, Aizen felt excitement running through his body. Many of the Arrancars weren't sure what to say, they had never seen Aizen smile like this before.

"Lord Aizen?" Ulquiorra asked, snapping the man out of his daze. Aizen looked to the others and realized his folly.

"I apologize, my dear Arrancars, my excitement got the better of me," The man soon recomposed himself. There still was the other matter they had to talk about. "So it seems that we have a new danger to my plans,"

"You're soft!"

An Arrancar with blue hair and a hollow hole was on his stomach. Ulquiorra turned around and glanced at the man. "If it were up to me, I would've killed them both. With the first strike,"

"Grimmjow…"

"What were you thinking? when you've got the permission to kill, you kill. Right?" He asked with a mocking smile. The lean Arrancar next to him also agreed.

"That boy stood up to you. You should've killed him as a matter of course, worthy or not. Especially that white-haired boy who embarrassed you,"

Grimmjow's frown deepened. "And look at you, you're a mess and Yammys Kickin at death door, then you tell us the guy who you were supposed to find isn't even a threat, and now you have to deal with some new guy. I say you can kill them at all,"

Ulquiorra could only stare coldly and without a motion at Grimmjow. Then he spoke in his neutral tone.

"You are a true fool,"

The room became quiet. Grimmjow ground his teeth and stood up in a rage. "What did you just say!"

"Grimmjow, I don't think you understand that the boy who we were meant to fight was no danger to us. Lord Aizen isn't worried about what his current abilities are; his growth rate is the problem, and the boy has tremendous potential. Right now, his power is extremely unstable, but I sensed that he didn't self-destruct He might prove useful to us in the future… but the other one is an exception,"

"Huh?" Grimmjow said in confusion.

"The entire time I was fighting that one, I couldn't feel a single amount of spiritual pressure, almost like he didn't have any at all, and yet he appeared to be inexperienced. He was a fast learner, but most of the time. I was ineffective in even hurting him. However, he lacked that killer intention, showing he was incredibly new to fighting, which meant he wasn't battle-ready. That's why I let them live; one could be of use to us, and the other was an unknown that Lord Azien needed to know of,"

"I still think you're soft, and what if you're wrong about those two? What if that orange-haired weakling powers stabilize, and that guy in tights shapes up? Then what?" Girrimjow asked in frustration, trying to make his point across. Ulquiorra, still missing an eye, gave his straightforward answer.

"Then I will deal with them,"

The threat was cold, but it was thrown across the table, and everyone knew what that meant. This wasn't some empty threat but a declaration of death. Girrimjow didn't speak and glared at Ulquiorra.

"Do we still have a problem?" Ulquiorra asked. Lord Aizen smirked, seeing what new pieces had fallen into his lap for him to craft a new master plan. Aizen looked toward his loyal Ulquiorra.

"Very well… he's your responsibility. Do as you like with Ichigo Kurosaki," Aizen said. Ulquiorra bowed at his lord.

"Thank you, sir,"

"But that other boy shall be another's Rebsponabitly," Aizen glanced across the room, his gaze dead set on a certain individual in the room. This said person stood up and approached the base of Aizen Thorne. Her hair was short and spiky blonde. Three braided hair on the back of her head, which matched her tan skin, she wore a strange white uniform that showed off her midriff and a bit of her lower breast. She had a giant weapon hanging from her back. The latches around her arms like a backpack.

"Yes, Lord Aizen," She asked.

"Tier Harribel, I need you to go to the living world and bring back this strange person to my court. I want to know what he is," Aizen ordered.

"It shall be down, my lord," She said, getting up and preparing for the mission to give up on her.

In Soul Society, two captains walked through the woods. They were in the outer woods where many dared not go. These woods would hide hollows and criminals. Even that wasn't the problem in this far region. A soul that didn't stay close to Rukongai or Soul society would fade away into spiritual pressure and return to the cycle of souls, where reincarnation would take place. Well, that's what they have been told, but you probably wouldn't see the same face in a lifetime.

Shunsui and Jūshiro calmly walked on a dirt path. It didn't take too long to find the trace of a Musashi Miyamoto. The small local villages outside of the Rukongai spoke of a wandering man who would come from time to time to speak and get supplies. He would pay not in money but in labor. Some of the people knew who he was but never said his name. Probably didn't want to bother a legendary warrior out of fear or respect.

Shunsui couldn't help but fan himself to this hot fall sun while the cold air blew in his face. This weather could get anyone sick. Jūshiro was already suffering, but he was able to push through this harsh weather.

"Can't believe we are trying to find this swordsman, I hear he was a legend in the living world," Shunsui said. He couldn't believe that there was a backup list of captains in case a major loss or rebellion occurred. Yet this man didn't have a single record in any Soul Reaper Academy. If this was a legendary swordsman, why didn't he pursue the blade in the afterlife?

"Just keep your guard up, I hear this area had many Gillian sightings in the area," Jūshiro advised, trying to fight off a cough that just wouldn't go away.

They walked through a thick forest. The dirt road was well-kept as if someone who regularly attended. They walked for an hour until they stumbled upon a wooden sign written in black ink, which was a simple message.

'I don't teach nor want any vessels or disciples.'

'Please don't ask me to fight you.'

'No visitors,"

"Hey, you think this might be our guy," Shunsui jokes. Jūshiro looked down the road, seeing the old house ahead just beyond the horizon. The two flashed stepped until they were in front of an old wooden house.

It was a Minka house built out of dark oak wood. The paper door was opened, but there was a lack of furniture. The only thing they could see was a bed. It looked like it was empty.

"I'll look inside, you go around back," Jūshiro said. Shunsui nodded and slowly entered the house. On the wall were many bamboo swords and handcrafted drinking gourds. Shunsui smiled and picked one up, seeing the beautiful cravings.

Some were in nature, others were birds, and most had the most beautiful perplexing patterns. The smile on his Shunsui was wide, full of wonder. Admiring the work of a true artist.

Jūshiro walked around the house, and the dirt path didn't stop until it finally reached the back area. It was a peaceful rock garden. A black stone path formed a swirl, interlocked with another swirl of green rocks.

Jūshiro could see that every single stone was smoothed out. There was a gentle shishi-odoshi breaking the quiet nature of the garden with a simple bamboo arm hitting a good rock. This was a place I had tranquility, and he had stumbled upon it. However, Jūshiro warrior eyes caught onto something more familiar.

He glanced at an incredibly large stone set in the middle of the garden. He recognized the material of the stone. It was known as the black jewel. Its hardness was said to be unmatched by diamonds. This was used for smithing zanpakuto. However, a rock that was larger than him. Had thousands of cuts in it, some small and could be called scratches, others deep, but one cut stood above the rest. A large diagonal cut straight down the middle at least five inches deep.

Jūshiro wandered over to it and placed his hand on the wound. Finding it to be marvelous, feeling the ridges that the blade had left behind.

"Can I help you?" A gruff and mature voice called out behind him. Turning around, Jūshiro saw a very slim and middle-aged man. Drinking a hot cup of tea, sitting on a comfortable porch.

He had black hair tied in a top knot ponytail. His face was covered in peach fuzz with bags under his eyes. A very slim face with sunken eyes. He wore a blue Samue rope that covered his body. Next to him were two swords, both of them sheathed.

Jūshiro could feel the spiritual pressure of this man, and it was that of a snake waiting to strike if given a reason to attack. The Captain put on a smile and greeted the man.

"Hello there, I'm Captain Jūshiro of the thirteen-court guard squad. I'm looking for a Masashi Miyamoto," He asked. The man took a sip of his tea and gently set it next to him.

"You found him, now tell me what you want, Soul Reaper?"

Jūshiro made sure to clear his throat and sound as clear as possible.

"Masashi Miyamoto, of the utmost importance. We are to bring you back to the social Society where you will be informed of what you need to do," Jūshiro spoke as clearly and straightforwardly as possible. Masashi stood up and grabbed his blade, holding it on his hip.

"Am I being accused or tried for any crimes?" He asked.

"No, the opposite we need your help to face a new enemy,"

Masashi raised an eyebrow at the comment. "There is something worse than hollows?"

"I will inform you when we get there, please let us escort you," Jūshiro said. Musashi stroked his peach-fuzzed chin. He had deconstructed the Captain's words and found they were interesting.

"Escort means I don't have a choice. Yet the urgency of sending two solar repair captains to my humble estate speaks to this seriously," Musashi said. Jūshiro's eyes widened. The old samurai knew that there was another captain in his house. Musashi glanced at his back door.

Walking out with his casual stride was Shunsui.

"I apologize for entering your house here. I'm very surprised to see how young you look. Your report said you died at a very old age," He said.

"I had an old body, but I will always have a young fighting soul," Musashi said. The legendary samurai's eye caught onto one of the drinking gourds that Captain Shunsui was holding.

"You can have that if you want, I don't drink from them," He said. Shunsui was a bit surprised he had so many bottles that he carved only to not even drink from them.

"I shall accompany you back to the social Society, whatever this is clearly needs my attention," Musashi said, walking to Jūshiro, who nodded and began to lead him to a long path. Shunsui followed behind and truly didn't understand why this man had so many drinking gourds if he didn't even take a single sip.

"Why have so many of these? You just carve for the fun of it?"

"I don't carve. Carving involves multiple slashes. The gourd you're holding right now is finished, and only one sword swings."

Shunsui and Jūshiro both paused at the statement, thinking it was a joke if the seriousness in the legendary samurai's voice said otherwise.

"In the world of swords. Speed, accuracy, and doing anything it takes to win determine who will fall in battle. Now, please do not waste my time, if you require me for a war, then point me in the direction of the enemy. The afterlife has been more than kind to me and satisfying my wings, but I require a battle,"

The two captains had paused, feeling an intense blood lust in the air. They felt the air around them become thin with furies. They could only escort a god of war to the soul society.

"No wonder he's on the list, even without a zanpakuto, you could fight 100 men right now,"

While forces gathered in soul society deep within the ghost zone and internal prison of constant, moving walls and boundless floors held the worst ghost to ever play the ghost zone.

In his spectral grace, Nocturne floated over the floor that bent in turn in a Mobius fashion. He pasted many glass containers, each holding something horrible. All of them had bronze-plated names in front of the glass.

Nocturne glanced at each one, with curious glands to let whatever was in out. This was a prison of the Ghost zones worst offenders.

He passed many names locked up for that life and afterlife. Nocturn studied every name and knew who they were.

Beetle juice, a ghost who simply was too lively. Always looking to strike a deal to bring them back to the world of living. A complete wildcard that Nocturne didn't need.

Anti Cosmo, a powerful wish-granting ferry that truly didn't need to be released.

The Flying Dutchman was a terrorizing pirate that would go beyond the sea and onto the land. A tad bit annoying for the ghost of dreams.

Jango is a young, reckless, undead skeleton that manipulates emotions and befriending while also being a puppet master. A role that Nocturne already fulfilled.

Sartana, the crime Lord of the deep southern part of the coast zone. Cruel, heartless someone who deserves to be locked up.

Tlaloc is a power sorcerer who wheeled at the powers of juju.

Each one locked up for a good reason; death would have been a mercy on them, but Nocturne had stopped seeing the individual he was looking for in the first place.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it, Vortex," Nocturne looked within the class as a shadowy figure stepped into the light. A living storm with the big arms of the dad of a tornado with the lower body of a raging storm. Red eyes shined through the glass, showing his sharp thunderbolt teeth. The ghost of catastrophe is known as Vortex.

The ghost of storms smiled at his visitor.

"Nocturne, what a pleasant surprise. Now, what do you want?" Vortex's tone quickly changed into anger. Nocturne's grin never left his face.

"Oh Vortex, it's shameful that they locked up such an artist that makes the most breathtaking weather?" Nocturne's hand wisped around the glass, tempting to break it.

"What if I could let you into a world devoid of any weather, a canvas for you to work on!"

Vortex raised one of his windy eyebrows.

"Go on,"

Nocturne could see that Vortex had taken the bait. "Do you remember the old days when we terrorized the ghost zone before the dreadful ghost King and the ghost council? I've found a world with no righteous authority to stop us! I'm bringing the old crew back together,"

A lightning-cracked grin appeared on Vortex's face.

"You, me, Overgrown, and Funhouse. Free to do whatever we want! I sigh, Alan unleashes the Mona Lisa of hurricanes. Let me work on my destruction!" Vortex shouted from the top of his lungs.

Nocturne used his free hand to tear a hole in reality, showing the desolate world of Hueco Mundo. Before he could crack the glass. The ghost of dreams stared at Vortex with a deathly glare.

"Just one thing: stay away from the white palace, you can terrorize whatever you want, that one is mine," Nocturne warned sternly. Vortex scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine, just let me out!" Vortex demanded. In a swift motion, Nocturne smashed the glass holding the temperature machine that held Vortex back. A green tornado of destruction shot into the world of hollows. The prison alarms yelled out, warning the guards that someone had escaped. Nocturne smiled as he stepped into his portal and disappeared.

OMAKE

In the world of the living…

Ichigo sat in his room alone, his injuries bandaged up, thinking of what had happened yesterday. He had been beaten and had to be saved by his friend.

All the while, on the other side of the door, Ichigo's little sister. Seeing her brother come home in bandages was incredibly stressful, and yet her fairy godparent. Sat down by her in his dog form.

"Yuzu, are you alright?" Jorgen asked. Yuzu glanced at the door and quietly walked back to her room. Thankfully, Krain was out in the town playing soccer. She kept talking about this new kid who was visiting. Jimmy was the name that popped from her memory with Krain.

Still, a saddened Yuzu sat on her bed. She took a deep breath and laid back down. Jorgen looked concerned at his godchild. This had to be the strangest child you had ever met. He explained he was able to make wishes for her, and it had already been two weeks, and she hadn't wished for a single thing.

"Yuzu, tell me what is wrong?" He asked. Finally giving in, she let out her feelings.

"It's just every time Ichigo is sad, I never can understand why, I want to know what's going on with him. I always feel like I'm left in the dark. I have a loving family, but it feels like I don't even really know them."

Jorgen hopped on the bed, making Yuzu sit up, he looked at her with his dog face and smiled at her.

"Well, you can wish for it!"

"Are you sure, I'm afraid if I make a wish, it's gonna turn back on me, you know, like a monkey palm thing," Yuzu explained. Jorgen scoffed at the answer.

"Please, I'm not a genie, you can wish for anything… uh unless it doesn't break the rules,"

"So I could really wish for anything?" Yuzu asked hesitantly.

"Yuzu, I am your fairy godparent, I would move heaven and wrath for you if it made you feel better," He said very stoically. Yuzu took a deep breath and nodded in determination.

"Okay… I wish to know why Ichigo has been so sad later!" Yuzu said. Jorgan lifted one of his paws, and suddenly out of thin air from a cloud of pink poof.

His giant wand appeared in his single paw. It lit up with a golden light.

POOF!

One hour later.

Yuzu and Jorgan both had a thousand yards gap as they had witnessed all of Ichigo's life, Soul society, and The Hollow that killed their mother. Hollows and the inner hollow that her brother had to fight against. All the people that tried to her brother.

Ruika was a soul reaper, and not to mention they almost died in a hollow.

Not to mention knowing that there was an afterlife. In a very cruel and unusual one. A lot was bothering Ichigo.

"Maybe you should have wished for a new toy," Jorgan said.

"You think I mean how could he hide all of this from us!" Yuzu shouted.

"I can't believe your brother is a soul reaper, those jerks banished us from the human world a long time ago, Not even my giant muscle could stop it!" Jorgan said.

"How do I even say everything is going to be okay, Wait a minute! I hope he can have a good night's rest, one where he doesn't have to worry about his hollow. At least just one night where he can be happy, Can I wish for that?"

Jorgan summoned the book, and on the cover, it said Da Rules. Yuzu quickly flipped through the pages and didn't see anything against that.

"Alright, I wish that tonight Ichigo has the best sleep of his life!"

POOF!

Hey guys, man, I've been busy anyway, to show Keigo is strong isn't an understatement. However, his mental game needs work. Hey, it's hard when you're a dead guy. Let's face it: some of these ghosts have to have a tough mind, to be what they are. Also a little convenient apparently the new season of the thousand-year Blood War arc just came out today. So talk about timing anyway, well-being seeing familiar soul reapers, next chapter at Ichigp school and you'll see who Keigo's love interest shall be. Also btw if didn't know Funhouse was a ghost made by Butch Hartman, in one of his questionable drawing videos I think the name was cool, but the concept was a bit lacking. so I the great fan writer that I am fixed it. So their a new ghost on pair with the big ghost heading to lay claim to their new kingdom. So if you guys want to leave a review I wouldn't mind at all, they help me a lot. The next chapter is going to be a human touch and legends of ten.

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See you guys next time stay safe and I hope you all have a great day.