InuYasha Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Academy Days ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 2 )
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By: BoxingBunny 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.11.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / Supernatural | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.11.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 330 | Status: Work In Progress
AN: The idea for this story belongs to my boyfriend. He wanted me to make sure that I mentioned that.
Disclaimer: I don't own, please don't sue!
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Academy Days
Prologue
This was stupid. It was absolutely ridiculous! Had the Captain-Commander lost his mind?! Ichigo Kurosaki, dead at age twenty-two due to a car crash of all things, had done many things in his living years. He'd gained the powers of a shinigami, made some interesting friends, lost said powers while almost dying, gained his own set of powers (once again almost dying in the process), and gone to the world of the dead called Soul Society. There, he'd battled for the lives of his friends as well as his own, gotten caught up in a conspiracy that would be a constant headache for the next couple of years, and gone on more side adventures than he could ever count.
All the while he'd grown stronger. He'd started at a level that would have barely ranked in the Court Guard Squads, but now he could take on the strongest Captains and match them blow-for-blow in a fight. Ichigo had definitely come a long way.
He knew that he would be made a member of one of the squads in the afterlife. He had expected—with his strength, experience, and everything he'd done for Soul Society—that he would be placed directly into one of the squads once he crossed over. He wouldn't have been surprised if they had given him a seated position from the beginning.
But what Ichigo had not been expecting was to be told that he would have to enroll into the Shinigami Academy on his own and pass the courses as everyone else had done. According to the higher-ups, there was still a lot that he needed to learn not only about his own power but the general laws and regulations of Soul Society.
So now Ichigo stood in front of the entrance doors dressed in the traditional male academy uniform of blue hakamas, a white haori with the school's insignia, and the usual socks and sandals. With a scowl also in place, the other students were giving him plenty of space as they warily made their way into the building.
He felt like an idiot. He had to reside in the academy's dormitory, leave Zangetsu in his room along with his regular shinigami uniform, and let's not forget to mention that it had taken him four tries before he was able to pass all portions of the entrance exam. Right now he was just thanking whatever deity that existed that none of the shinigami he knew had come to tease him…yet. Ichigo knew that it would happen eventually, it was just a question of when.
The fiery-haired man was so engrossed in his thoughts of graduating in record time that he never noticed as a young woman with long ebony hair, a bounce in her step, and a tune in her heart brushed right past him.
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Orientation had been beyond boring, but he'd fought the urge to nap in the large lecture hall as he was sure that he could feel Genryusai's eyes on him. After their orientation, everyone had broken up into different assigned groups to receive their class schedule and a map of the academy buildings.
It appeared that the first day of class for shinigami was exactly the same as the first day of class for human high school students. The teacher gave you a book for the class, explained what would be expected of you within the course, and answered any questions that new students may have.
Ichigo always tried to grab a seat towards the back of the classroom. He wanted to draw as little attention as possible. While it would be easy to show off in some classes, he didn't want to be that student and definitely didn't want to be the topic of any more gossip than he already was. His hair color and spirit energy weren't something easily overlooked in a sea of budding shinigami whose spirit energy was just beginning to really take shape.
All in all, it had been an average first day. But somehow that only made the situation all the more annoying.
He wandered down the hallways with every intention of leaving for the day and finding Renji or Rukia to see if they wanted to get something to eat with him (after changing clothes first, of course). He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going as the other students had given him at least five feet in each direction for most of the day, and this caused him to vaguely wonder if any of them knew who he was. But his thoughts were cut short when he bumped into something small and…soft?
The impact was enough to disturb his balance only slightly, but he could tell that it had caused whoever he'd run into to fall due to the small whine of “Ouch…” that came from the floor in front of him.
When he looked down there was indeed a dark haired young woman sitting on the ground rubbing her sore bottom in the middle of many scattered papers and books. And being the chivalrous guy that he was, he was instantly in the floor helping to collect the papers that he'd scattered. It seemed that Tatsuki had been able to beat some manners into him after all.
“Are you okay?” He asked his tone deep but soft.
When the woman finally looked up to address him, Ichigo was caught off guard by the incredibly vivid blue that greeted him.
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It was the first day of classes for Kagome's third year at the Shinigami Academy. She'd passed the required core classes some time ago, and now she only stayed to take some extra classes to further advance her abilities in a safe environment. It wasn't that she was afraid of fighting in the fields with her comrades, she just wasn't confident that she had a firm grasp on her powers yet. The last thing that she wanted was to injure an innocent person who had just happened to get a little too close.
Since the cursed jewel had been returned to her body before her death three years ago, it had also been brought into the afterlife with her soul to wait until she was reborn again…whenever that might be. The jewel boosted her spiritual energy and powers considerably now that her soul wasn't bound by her living body's physical limitations, but if she ever got carried away or a too excited about something, her powers tended to run away with her. There hadn't been any serious injuries or damages yet, but she knew that there was always the chance.
Now, as she learned more about controlling the power she held, Kagome had also fallen into the role of what one might call a “teacher's aide” when they needed errands taken care of, messages delivered, had too many students who needed extra help, or on occasion even needed someone to cover one of the first-year classes.
Today she had gone to the library to check out some books and look up some notes for one of the teacher's lectures while they introduced themselves to their classes. The same classes that were now ending for the day.
Kagome was having a little trouble balancing everything as she made her way down one of the halls and had stopped paying attention to where she was going for a moment. And that moment was all that was needed for her to run directly into a firm, muscular chest.
She grunted and let out a small hiss of pain as her butt made contact with the hardwood floor. She didn't hear another body landing on the ground so it seemed that the person she'd run into had been able to keep their balance. Some people got all the luck.
As she rubbed her rear in a pathetic attempt to make the pain go away, she heard a man's voice gently ask, “Are you okay?”
Kagome brought her eyes up to lock with one of her fellow student's and was greeted with a set of deep brown orbs. It was a fairly common color, but his eyes reminded her of warm chocolate and made her want to smile. “I'm fine. Sorry about running into you though.” She apologized.
“No problem. Here's you papers,” he stated as he pulled her to her feet and handed over the sloppy stack.
“Thank you,” she beamed while accepting his help. As if the thought had only just struck her, Kagome situated the papers in her arms and extended her right hand while saying, “I'm Kagome Higurashi by the way.”
“Ichigo Kurosaki,” he returned with an awkward smile as he accepted the handshake.
And this was how one Ichigo Kurosaki (age twenty-two at death) met one Kagome Higurashi (age eighteen at death) and their story began…
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AN: I know it's another that wasn't on the voting list, but that list is to get me to focus on one thing and actually finish a chapter once Why Guys Like Girls is finished. The idea for this came about while my boyfriend and I were watching the third Bleach movie (Fade to Black) and he pointed out that it would be funny to see Ichigo through the actual shinigami classes and learn kidou and whatnot instead of just strength-based attacks. So the idea is basically his, but the idea to make it a crossover and everything else is mine. I also know that it was pretty short, but it's just the prologue so no worries. Ichigo/Kagome isn't one of my top favorites, but I do like it and it seemed to work best for this story. I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to let me know what you think! Until next time!
Disclaimer: I don't own, please don't sue!
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Academy Days
Prologue
This was stupid. It was absolutely ridiculous! Had the Captain-Commander lost his mind?! Ichigo Kurosaki, dead at age twenty-two due to a car crash of all things, had done many things in his living years. He'd gained the powers of a shinigami, made some interesting friends, lost said powers while almost dying, gained his own set of powers (once again almost dying in the process), and gone to the world of the dead called Soul Society. There, he'd battled for the lives of his friends as well as his own, gotten caught up in a conspiracy that would be a constant headache for the next couple of years, and gone on more side adventures than he could ever count.
All the while he'd grown stronger. He'd started at a level that would have barely ranked in the Court Guard Squads, but now he could take on the strongest Captains and match them blow-for-blow in a fight. Ichigo had definitely come a long way.
He knew that he would be made a member of one of the squads in the afterlife. He had expected—with his strength, experience, and everything he'd done for Soul Society—that he would be placed directly into one of the squads once he crossed over. He wouldn't have been surprised if they had given him a seated position from the beginning.
But what Ichigo had not been expecting was to be told that he would have to enroll into the Shinigami Academy on his own and pass the courses as everyone else had done. According to the higher-ups, there was still a lot that he needed to learn not only about his own power but the general laws and regulations of Soul Society.
So now Ichigo stood in front of the entrance doors dressed in the traditional male academy uniform of blue hakamas, a white haori with the school's insignia, and the usual socks and sandals. With a scowl also in place, the other students were giving him plenty of space as they warily made their way into the building.
He felt like an idiot. He had to reside in the academy's dormitory, leave Zangetsu in his room along with his regular shinigami uniform, and let's not forget to mention that it had taken him four tries before he was able to pass all portions of the entrance exam. Right now he was just thanking whatever deity that existed that none of the shinigami he knew had come to tease him…yet. Ichigo knew that it would happen eventually, it was just a question of when.
The fiery-haired man was so engrossed in his thoughts of graduating in record time that he never noticed as a young woman with long ebony hair, a bounce in her step, and a tune in her heart brushed right past him.
-----
Orientation had been beyond boring, but he'd fought the urge to nap in the large lecture hall as he was sure that he could feel Genryusai's eyes on him. After their orientation, everyone had broken up into different assigned groups to receive their class schedule and a map of the academy buildings.
It appeared that the first day of class for shinigami was exactly the same as the first day of class for human high school students. The teacher gave you a book for the class, explained what would be expected of you within the course, and answered any questions that new students may have.
Ichigo always tried to grab a seat towards the back of the classroom. He wanted to draw as little attention as possible. While it would be easy to show off in some classes, he didn't want to be that student and definitely didn't want to be the topic of any more gossip than he already was. His hair color and spirit energy weren't something easily overlooked in a sea of budding shinigami whose spirit energy was just beginning to really take shape.
All in all, it had been an average first day. But somehow that only made the situation all the more annoying.
He wandered down the hallways with every intention of leaving for the day and finding Renji or Rukia to see if they wanted to get something to eat with him (after changing clothes first, of course). He wasn't really paying attention to where he was going as the other students had given him at least five feet in each direction for most of the day, and this caused him to vaguely wonder if any of them knew who he was. But his thoughts were cut short when he bumped into something small and…soft?
The impact was enough to disturb his balance only slightly, but he could tell that it had caused whoever he'd run into to fall due to the small whine of “Ouch…” that came from the floor in front of him.
When he looked down there was indeed a dark haired young woman sitting on the ground rubbing her sore bottom in the middle of many scattered papers and books. And being the chivalrous guy that he was, he was instantly in the floor helping to collect the papers that he'd scattered. It seemed that Tatsuki had been able to beat some manners into him after all.
“Are you okay?” He asked his tone deep but soft.
When the woman finally looked up to address him, Ichigo was caught off guard by the incredibly vivid blue that greeted him.
-----
It was the first day of classes for Kagome's third year at the Shinigami Academy. She'd passed the required core classes some time ago, and now she only stayed to take some extra classes to further advance her abilities in a safe environment. It wasn't that she was afraid of fighting in the fields with her comrades, she just wasn't confident that she had a firm grasp on her powers yet. The last thing that she wanted was to injure an innocent person who had just happened to get a little too close.
Since the cursed jewel had been returned to her body before her death three years ago, it had also been brought into the afterlife with her soul to wait until she was reborn again…whenever that might be. The jewel boosted her spiritual energy and powers considerably now that her soul wasn't bound by her living body's physical limitations, but if she ever got carried away or a too excited about something, her powers tended to run away with her. There hadn't been any serious injuries or damages yet, but she knew that there was always the chance.
Now, as she learned more about controlling the power she held, Kagome had also fallen into the role of what one might call a “teacher's aide” when they needed errands taken care of, messages delivered, had too many students who needed extra help, or on occasion even needed someone to cover one of the first-year classes.
Today she had gone to the library to check out some books and look up some notes for one of the teacher's lectures while they introduced themselves to their classes. The same classes that were now ending for the day.
Kagome was having a little trouble balancing everything as she made her way down one of the halls and had stopped paying attention to where she was going for a moment. And that moment was all that was needed for her to run directly into a firm, muscular chest.
She grunted and let out a small hiss of pain as her butt made contact with the hardwood floor. She didn't hear another body landing on the ground so it seemed that the person she'd run into had been able to keep their balance. Some people got all the luck.
As she rubbed her rear in a pathetic attempt to make the pain go away, she heard a man's voice gently ask, “Are you okay?”
Kagome brought her eyes up to lock with one of her fellow student's and was greeted with a set of deep brown orbs. It was a fairly common color, but his eyes reminded her of warm chocolate and made her want to smile. “I'm fine. Sorry about running into you though.” She apologized.
“No problem. Here's you papers,” he stated as he pulled her to her feet and handed over the sloppy stack.
“Thank you,” she beamed while accepting his help. As if the thought had only just struck her, Kagome situated the papers in her arms and extended her right hand while saying, “I'm Kagome Higurashi by the way.”
“Ichigo Kurosaki,” he returned with an awkward smile as he accepted the handshake.
And this was how one Ichigo Kurosaki (age twenty-two at death) met one Kagome Higurashi (age eighteen at death) and their story began…
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AN: I know it's another that wasn't on the voting list, but that list is to get me to focus on one thing and actually finish a chapter once Why Guys Like Girls is finished. The idea for this came about while my boyfriend and I were watching the third Bleach movie (Fade to Black) and he pointed out that it would be funny to see Ichigo through the actual shinigami classes and learn kidou and whatnot instead of just strength-based attacks. So the idea is basically his, but the idea to make it a crossover and everything else is mine. I also know that it was pretty short, but it's just the prologue so no worries. Ichigo/Kagome isn't one of my top favorites, but I do like it and it seemed to work best for this story. I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to let me know what you think! Until next time!