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Who Says Shinigami Don't Exist? Ch. 3- Striped Hats and Wooden Clogs: Not a Good Combination

Oh, crap. Not many things were running through my head when I heard my parents pull into the driveway. I really need to learn to think on my feet. But even if I could think on my feet, what was I s...

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Who Says Shinigami Don't Exist? Chapter 2- Lasagna at Last

This got a lot of positive feedback on, and I was told multiple times that it should be multi-chapter. So here it is. There will be NO fan shipping where an OOC gets together with a real character...I don't want to give anybody any ideas. Just throwing that out there


Ichigo was still laughing.

So Rukia punched him in the gut. He groaned.

“Fool,” she hissed. “She deserves an explanation. At least we should give her that.”

“Fine,” muttered Ichigo, rubbing his now-sore stomach. At least he had stopped laughing. “Go ahead and tell her. I’m going to go see if I can find Yoruichi-san.” He promptly started clutching at his pants. Again.

“Going to find someone doesn’t require you to take your pants off,” I said extremely loudly. I had thought that was what he was doing, anyway. I could have asked a million questions instead of pointing that out, but that seemed like the easiest place to start when my head was still spinning.

Apparently this wasn’t what Ichigo had been expecting me to say. “What the HELL?!” he shouted, jumping back and crossing his arms defensively in front of him. His face was bright red. “I’m NOT! What’s WRONG with you?!”

“What do you mean what’s wrong with me?” I retorted, my temper flaring. He seemed to set me off so much easier than anyone else did, presumably because he was such a pain in the ass. Or such an idiot, I couldn’t decide which. “First, you, Rukia, and a cat start to believe in ghosts, and then that same cat starts talking to me, and then it turns into a person and jumps out my kitchen window, and you ask what’s wrong with me?!”

Ichigo angrily opened his mouth to shout at me some more, but Rukia silenced him with a basilisk glare. “Enough, you two,” she ordered, her glare flickering between me and Ichigo. I shuddered involuntarily at the ice in her eyes, and the corners of Ichigo’s mouth lifted ever so slightly. He was obviously used to this. But I had never known Rukia could be so…cold. She was always so sweet and kind-hearted in school. Rukia ignored my revelation, still scolding Ichigo. “She doesn’t know what you’re doing, Ichigo. She can’t see…go find Masako’s room and leave your body in the closet. I don‘t want you to leave it here and scare her any more than we already have.”

I could feel the blood draining from my face, and darkness started to gather at the corners of my eyes. I stood up, clutching at the table for support. “Leave…his…his…his…” My own voice sounded foreign in my ears. The darkness was threatening to en gulf me now. “His…body?” I croaked out weakly. I started to laugh, quietly at first, quickly escalating in volume until my high shrieks made even Ichigo jump back from the table.

He groaned. “Yeah, great plan, Rukia. That definitely didn’t scare her.”

Rukia was looking at me warily as I continued to cackle like a madwoman, but the ice had been replaced with a deep concern. “Masako? Are you…ok?”

The laughter started to subside and I gasped, beginning to regain my breath, and hopefully even a little of my sanity. “I’m fine, I’m fine!” My voice was still too high-pitched. Fake. “It’s just…you said…his…hi body. You’re kidding, right? Right?”

Rukia and Ichigo exchanged wary glances. “Uhhh…no, she wasn’t kidding,” Ichigo said, obviously afraid he would set me off again.

My nerveless fingers slid from the table. A rushing blur of black and orange was the last thing I saw before my entire world went dark.


I opened my eyes, rubbing them groggily as I sat up and looked around my room. Everything was as it should be. I staggered out of bed and made my way over to the closet. I hesitated, and then slid the door open with clammy hands. No body. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Was that all…real?

I didn’t know what to think. Maybe I’d understand things better after I took a shower. I grabbed a towel and shuffled out of my bedroom, turned down the hallway…

…And found myself face to face with Yoruichi.

Ok…well, that answers my question.

She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that annoyingly baffling smile still on her face. I could already feeling my mood heading south. “Hey, what’s up, Masako?”

“Oh, nothing unusual. I’m just going to go take a shower.” I stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. Yoruichi just laughed.


Fifteen minutes later, feeling more refreshed but still just as confused, I walked into my kitchen, which was being used as a conference room. Ichigo, Rukia, and Yoruichi, all seated around the table, looked up as I came in. There was a steaming plate of lasagna in front of the last empty seat. I rushed towards it and sat down quickly. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.

“So, Masako,” Yoruichi said lightly. “How’s your day been?”

I glared at her. She still had that confusingly annoying smile on her face.

“Ok,” Rukia took a deep breath, apparently steeling herself for what was coming next. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this, Masako. Really. However, you deserve to know what you’re dealing with.”

“Yes, I think I do too,” I stated bluntly between mouthfuls of pasta. “So…who are you guys, really?”

Yoruichi sighed, but the smile never left her face. “Always the most difficult questions first.”

Rukia glanced at Ichigo. “Ichigo, you used to be semi-normal once.” I snickered. “Would you like to try to explain this to her?”

Ichigo rolled his eyes, but leaned across the table towards me anyway. He glared at me, a faint glimmer of annoyance already apparent in his ember eyes. “Can you stop stuffing your face for a minute and listen to me?”

Yoruichi snorted. “Leave her alone, Ichigo. She’s hungry, and she knows how to eat, just like I do.” Yoruichi looked extremely proud of herself.

For some reason, I had a feeling that I wasn’t being complimented. “Hey, the only reason I’m so hungry is because a certain cat ate my lunch.” Now it was Yoruichi’s turn to snicker. “Can we just get on with the explaining, please?”

“Right.” Ichigo didn’t look all that eager. “You know all those stories they told us when we were little about how a shinigami would come to take us away when it was our turn to die?”

I nodded. I didn’t like where this was going.

“Well, they’re not exactly true.”

No shit, I thought to myself. “No shit.”

“Hold on, we’re still getting to the good part,” Ichigo said. Rukia was starting to get fidgety. Yoruichi, on the contrary, still looked as happy as ever. “Shinigami do exist. The legends are just…wrong. That’s not exactly what a shinigami does.”

“Oh, yeah?” I retorted. “And yesterday I saw a pig fly by my bedroom window. He was wearing a pinwheel hat and said his name was Arnold.”

Ichigo started to get angry. I was personally surprised that he lasted so long. “Can you just shut your mouth for TWO DAMN MINUTES so I can explain?”

“You mean so you can try and fill me with more crap?” I commented. Ichigo stood up angrily, his chair clattering to the floor behind him. I wasn’t trying to make him mad, but it was just so easy…

“Stop that, Ichigo,” Rukia demanded. “When I told you, your reaction was much worse. It was so violent.” She shook her head mockingly. Ichigo scowled, and Yoruichi burst out laughing. I was glad that at least one of us was enjoying herself. Rukia turned to look at me, a careful expression on her face. “Masako, he’s not lying. Shinigami are real.”

“Oh really?” I snorted. “And what makes you think I’ll believe you?” For what seemed like the first time that day, Yoruichi stopped laughing and even her smile faded, her golden eyes fixed on my face.

“You should believe me,” Rukia said slowly, “Because Ichigo, Yoruichi-san and I are shinigami.”

A car pulled into the driveway.

Great. Like this couldn’t get any better.

Who Says Shinigami Don't Exist? (Part 3)

I glanced at the digital clock next to the sofa. It was only 11:00; Ichigo wasn’t due for another hour. I had plenty of time to make a quick lunch. “Hungry, kitty?” I asked the round little ball of fur curled up next to me. He immediately unraveled himself and jumped up, heading towards the kitchen.

“Smart cat,” I commented, following along behind him. I grabbed the can of cat food I had picked up the night before from the convenience store on my way home. I opened it and dumped its contents onto a plate, trying not to gag at the smell. I couldn’t believe cats enjoyed this stuff. I set the unappetizing meal down on the floor, along with a bowl of water. “Here you go, kitty,” I said, scratching him behind the ears. The cat looked at me like I was crazy.

“Yeah, yeah,” I chuckled, turning back to the microwave, waiting for my meal to finish heating. I was used to being the crazy one. Not that I minded. It was more fun being crazy. You could get away with a lot more.

I pulled last night’s leftovers out of the microwave. “Mmm, lasagna,” I said to no one in particular, setting the steaming plate on the table before turning to the fridge to unearth a carton of milk. I turned back to the table, drink in hand, ready to enjoy my lunch. But the plate was spotless.

“Hmm.” I picked up the plate. “I thought I had already heated up some lasagna. Didn’t I, kitty?” the cat purred in what I could only imagine to be the way an amused cat purred. I scooped out some lasagna and heated it up again, leaving it on the table. After I had put away the leftovers, I grabbed a fork and…

There was nothing on the plate.

“Oh, something’s up. I know I put lasagna on that plate.”

“Of course you did,” a commanding male voice stated matter-of-factly from behind me. “It was very good.”

I screamed, spinning around towards the voice, my breath ragged. There was no one there except the cat, who was staring at me with a very serious expression on his face. “Who’s there?” I yelled in an abnormally high and shaky voice. There was nothing more frightening to me than the idea of being attacked by something…or someone…I couldn’t see.

“No one’s here but us,” the cat said steadily, still looking at me with his sharp golden eyes.

What…the…FUCK?! Did that cat just talk to me?!

“Did…you…but…cats…” I blabbered incoherently.

“Stop that,” my cat snapped. I fell silent immediately. I was too shocked to do anything but obey.

This is all waaay to weird.

“Anyway,” the cat continued, as if everything that was going on was completely normal, “Ichigo and Rukia will be here soon. I had better get going.” The cat narrowed his eyes and began to glow. I blinked.

There was no longer a cat in my kitchen. In his place stood a tall, dark-skinned, naked woman. The woman flipped her glossy purple hair over her shoulder and began pulling various articles of clothing out from behind my refrigerator.

“What the HELL?!” I half screamed, half laughed. I was shaking. There was no way that this kind of shock overload was healthy.

The woman looked up at me as she pulled on a pair of skintight black leggings, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “What?” she asked. “You don’t believe that I can change from a cat into a full-grown woman?”

She stared at me with intense golden eyes. The same intense, focused, golden eyes that my cat had. And in that moment, I realized with surprise that I believed her. The evidence was right there in front of me. This was the truth. There was nothing left to do but believe. “Wh…what’s your name?” I asked shakily, sitting down at the kitchen table as the truth began to fully sink in.

“Yoruichi Shihouin,” she answered as she finished getting dressed. She pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, leaving only a few of the shorter pieces on the side free. She looked at the clock. “I’ve gotta get going. Ichigo and Rukia will be here soon, and I don’t want to listen to them try and persuade me to go back to Kisuke’s shop, because I won’t.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered. Even though I knew she was telling me the truth, I had given up all hope of understanding what was going on.

“Listen, Masako,” Yoruichi said. I turned my eyes up toward her. “Thanks for everything. Really. If you ever need some help, talk to Ichigo and Rukia. They’re good kids. Tell Rukia to send for me. I owe you one.” With a wink and a final baffling smile, Yoruichi leaped through my window and vanished. I sighed hopelessly. She was gone. I dropped onto the table, resting my head on my arms. Everything seemed like a dream.

A few minutes later, as I was desperately trying to regain a hold on my frazzled nerves, the doorbell rang. “Come in,” I called shakily. I didn’t have the ability to stand quite yet.

Ichigo and Rukia stepped into the kitchen. Rukia’s eyes widened as she saw me slumped against the table. Ichigo‘s face hardened as he surveyed the room, and he stepped a little closer to Rukia, nudging her. Her eyes flicked up to him, and back to me. “What happened?” she asked me in what was supposed to be a shocked voice. Somehow, I didn’t really think she was shocked; neither of them were. They both knew exactly what had happened, and they were going to give me an explanation.

I looked up tiredly from between my arms, not moving my head from the table. “The cat turned into a woman, a NAKED woman, said something about not wanting to see a dude named Kisuke, told me to tell you to get in touch with her if I ever needed help, smiled like everything that was happening was perfectly normal, and jumped out my friggin window. Do you guys have anything to say?”

Ichigo laughed.

Who Says Shinigami Don't Exist? (Part 2)

“Masako!” A voice called cheerily from behind me. “What are you doing?”

I spun around quickly, the cat hissing in protest at the sudden movement. I was met with a penetrating indigo stare, burning with an intense passion and a warmth hidden just below the surface. “Rukia,” I breathed, giving her a bright smile. She always seemed to manage to catch me by surprise. A shadow fell over her protectively, and I looked up. “…and Ichigo. Hi.”

“Hey,” he answered indifferently, giving me a slight smile. Then he noticed the expression on Rukia’s face, one of deep concentration and even slight surprise. “Rukia?” he asked, brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s that look for?”

She ignored him, as she often did. “Masako,” she began slowly. “Where did you get that cat?” Ichigo followed her gaze, his eyes widening.

“Oh, him?” I asked, shifting the cat’s weight. “I actually found him in the library. You know, the old one? He must be a stray, he was just sitting there on the counter. It terrified the librarian to have a cat in there. So I took him.” I carefully put my copy of Inkheart down on the pavement in front of me and held up the small animal. Apparently he didn’t like this much, because he kept trying to squirm out of my grip, turning as far away from Ichigo and Rukia as possible. “Isn’t he cute?” The cat gave up squirming. He wasn’t winning.

“Uh, yeah,” Rukia answered robotically. I was admittedly disappointed by her less-than-exciting response. She was barely even looking at me. She kept looking back and forth between Ichigo, more focused than I had ever seen him, and the little black cat. Even the cat had a rather serious expression, and it looked to me like he kept shaking his head. I sighed.

There is something wrong with the world. My friends are having a moment with my cat.

After a few minutes, they were still staring at each other, and I was still standing there awkwardly. So I decided to break the silence.

“Oh, look, there are pies falling from the sky,” I stated dryly.

No reaction.

“Rukia, there’s a giant bunny behind you.”


“Ichigo, Orihime’s taking her shirt off in that clothing store over there.”


“And now there’s a giant monster climbing out of the sewer over there that looks like it’s going to eat us.”

Rukia, Ichigo, and the cat looked up at this one. My cat squirmed out of my now-inattentive grip and jumped to the ground gracefully, looking like he was ready to claw his way through the nearest scratching post. Rukia pulled a bunny-shaped candy dispenser out of nowhere, and Ichigo started clutching at his pants in a very awkward way. I took a few steps back, shooting them all weird looks.

My God, I’m standing with a bunch of freaks. Heck, if I told Ichigo Santa was coming, he may feel the need to take his pants all the way off.

“Well, as disturbing as that reaction was,” I told Ichigo and Rukia, who were now looking rather confused as the tried to find the supposed ‘monster’, “I’m gonna head home. It’s starting to get dark, and besides, I think you guys are becoming a bad influence on my cat.” I smiled and scooped the little black animal and my book off the ground. “Seriously,” I laughed, “you guys know there are no such things as monsters, right?” The cat started purring again. I looked down at him, and did a double-take. I could have sworn he had just winked at Ichigo and Rukia.

Ichigo and Rukia laughed companionably, deciding to just go with the flow. “Hey, Masako,” Ichigo said suddenly, growing somewhat serious. “Do you really want that cat? Because if you don’t, I’ll take him. Yuzu and Karin would be thrilled.” He reached forward, ready to take my new cat away from me. The little animal mewed sharply, blinking stubborn golden eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” I said, pulling away. “Not so fast. I do want this cat. Look at him, he’s so cute! But for the sake of Yuzu and Karin…” I tapped my chin, pretending to think. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

Rukia rolled her eyes, and Ichigo drew a hand over his face. I had been known to make “deals” before. “What is it?” he asked warily.

“As we all know,” I began, “my mother absolutely despises cats. She thinks they’re disgusting, because they step in a litterbox and then walk all over her house. Anyway, my parents left to celebrate their anniversary last night, and I have the house to myself tonight. But they’re coming back tomorrow. They’ll make me get rid of him anyway, so why not save me the trouble and come pick him up around noon tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Ichigo smiled. He had probably been expecting worse. This was one of the most reasonable deals I had ever made. “The girls will be so happy.” He said goodbye and took a few steps down the street, heading towards his house. “Coming, Rukia?”

“Bye, Masako!” Rukia waved, following Ichigo. I waved and started walking in the opposite direction towards my house. The cat purred comfortingly, nuzzling closer to my chest. I smiled, glad that at least I got to keep him for one night.

Who Says Shinigami Don't Exist? (Part 1)

I posted this in three's so long, I couldn't fit it all in one part.

I have no "spiritual abilities" in this fanfic, just to warn you. I can't see Hollows or anything like that. Keep that in mind.

Inkheart is not mine. It was written by Cornelia Funke. Bleach isn't mine, either, for that matter.

I hope you enjoy this and actually find it funny
I ran my finger along the dusty spines, the embellishment bumping against my skin as I searched for the book I wanted. Finally, I caught a glimpse of its gold embellished title among the sea of books. “Finally,” I muttered to myself, wedging it out from between the massive volumes on either side. “Inkheart.”

I made my way over to the overstuffed couch at the end of the towering row of shelves, plopping down with a sigh and cracking open the book. Apparently, nobody had read it in what must have seemed like eons, even though the book itself wasn‘t that old. But this wasn’t really a surprise to me. Not many people had ever visited the old Karakura Town library in the first place, and since the new library had opened downtown, it had become a virtual ghost town.

Except for me. I loved it here. It was so quiet, so peaceful, so serene. Walking into the library from the hectic hustle and bustle of Karakura Town was like walking into another dimension. It was my favorite place in the world to spend a lazy afternoon.

I was jolted from my book and back into reality by the shriek of the librarian. My nerves buzzed with electricity as I sprinted through the maze of bookshelves, my copy of Inkheart tucked clumsily under one arm. I skidded to a stop in front of the checkout counter, panting. I took a minute to catch my breath; what I saw in front of me wasn’t exactly what I would classify as an “emergency”.

The librarian didn’t even register my presence. She was too busy attempting to pull clumps of her sparse hair from her skull and climb backwards over the counter at the same time. She never taking her eyes off of the small black cat, which was purring comfortably from its seat on the counter.

Yeah. A cat. And this was no street-toughened, one-eyed, raise-the-hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck alley cat, either. I’m talking about the image of kitty-like adorableness, with a long swishing tail, a rather large pair of fuzzy ears, and big round golden eyes. I stepped forward hastily, an undoubtedly goofy-looking grin spreading across my face as I reached towards the cat.

“DON’T!” the librarian shrieked. I froze, the electricity fizzling in my veins as it fought to find a way out. The librarian’s eyes were still glued to the little black cat. “It’ll hurt you! Black cats are supposed to be the animal version of a martial arts expert. Like an animal Shinigami. It’ll bite you, and you’ll get rabies, and then I’ll have to call an ambulance, and they’ll bring you to the hospital, and you’ll die, we’ll all die, WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!” With this, she burst into tears.

I raised an eyebrow. had always known the librarian was crazy, but I had never realized she was this crazy. I was now pretty sure that this was how she had scared so many of the avid readers of Karakura Town away. “Ummm…I’m gonna take the cat,” I bundled the purring animal in one arm, “And I want to take this book; should you check it out before I go?”

A strangled gasp of fear broke through the librarian’s sobs. “NO! Don’t come near me with that devilish little monster. Don’t even bring that book back. I don’t want to even touch it again. Nobody ever even comes in here anymore an…AHHH! LOOK! LOOK! IT WINKED AT ME! THE HORRIBLE LITTLE MONSTER WINKED AT ME!” The librarian crumpled in upon herself, sobbing.

“Okaaay,” I said slowly, backing towards the door. I felt kind of bad for her, but I was in no mental condition to figure out how to help. Besides, I had the cat. “In that case…I think I’m going to give you some time to deal with your fear of cats…bye.” With one final push and a last glance at the still-hyperventilating librarian, I stepped out into the sun-drenched air.

“Whew,” I said to no one in particular. “That was…chaotic. And kind of creepy.” The little black cat mewed in agreement, blinking bright gold eyes up at me. Wow, I thought to myself, staring at the magnificent creature. It’s almost like he can…understand me. Like he’s almost...human.