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Avenger/Bleach Ministories	By : Strailo Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Spiritual Lover
Fandom: Avengers/Bleach
Chapter: 5
Characters: Phil, Ichigo
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Warnings: Lots of talking
For: CutsyCat
AN: Okay, so my leg isn't peeling any more, but now I'm having trouble lifting my arm. *sighs* Yeah, just dealing with the pain stabbing through my shoulder. I'm working on getting it better, but eh, shit happens.
Okay, enjoy all!
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Sitting in a cafe across from Fury, who was still hiding, the man wearing a hat and glasses to hide himself even more, Phil looked at the other man. “You’ve heard of a few things like that?” he asked, having filled in the man about what they had learned from Byakuya.
Fury nodded his head. “Yeah. Our mediums would tell us to ignore certain things or places during certain times. Which always turned out to be a good thing in the long run,” he stated, Phil nodding and tapping a few more things into his computer. He had learned so much about the spirit world from that one meeting and had learned even more when he had been sent several links from a guy who called himself Substitute2. The e-mail hadn’t been traceable, coming from a service that had no hold in the living world apparently.
The information that had been on those sites, in those journals, had been gleaned by those who were apparently brilliant when it came to the world of the supernatural, but were written off as cooks. Most of them were people with high paying jobs that they loved to pieces, but by the looks of it, they also had an interest in the hidden world. Many knew things about the creatures named hollows, much more than what they had learned from Byakuya.
He was still reading and sifting through everything, making notes on what he wanted to ask the Shinigami. He also wanted to know about the various people that the man worked with and how they worked. He hadn’t had subject to learn about in a long time.
Fury gave a snort of amusement. “It looks like ya might end up being busy for a while,” he drawled, putting down some money. “I’ll leave ya to your work. I have to get going here though. I have a few leads that I need to follow up on and figure out if they’re worth it,” he continued, Phil looking up.
“Of course. Good luck with that, Fury,” Phil hummed, standing up and shaking his hand with a slight smile. As the other male left, he sat back down and continued to go through the blog posts of someone who talked about everything from ghosts to various types of cryptids. It was someone else sitting down next to him, the thump of a bag preceding them, that made him look up from his laptop with a glare.
Brown eyes just gazed back at him with some amusement as an orange eyebrow raised. “Hey there,” the young male, just barely into adulthood to Phil’s eyes, drawled, waving one hand at the waitress.
“This table is taken,” Phil stated, tone clipped. The young man huffed softly and smirked.
“Oh I know,” the young male drawled, ordering a french vanilla cappuccino, heavy on the vanilla.
“They why are you here?” Phil asked, eyes narrowing as the waitress left with the order, having refilled his coffee cup.
“Byakuya-san sent me to talk with you, actually,” was the simple reply, a long fingered hand reaching down into his bag and coming up with an odd badge. It had 5 sides to it, an odd looking skull carved into it along with two lines behind it crossing behind the skull. “I’m the substitute shinigami. And this thing used to control my reiatsu when I’m stuck in my body, but...not any more.” He snickered at the surprised look on Phil’s face. “My teachers fixed that little fact early on. Anyways, I’m here to tell you about everything that has happened in the last four years.”
“Everything?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow as the young male nodded his head and took his cup from the waitress.
“Well, almost everything. There’s a few things that I can’t tell ya due to privacy issues and the such, but I can tell you a few things,” he said, nodding his head with a smile.
“So tell me what you can,” Phil said, leaning forward and staring at the other man with some interest.
“Well, about the time Ironman was dealing with the new arc reactor and that one guy, I was learning about my heritage in Japan. Let me tell you, having a tiny shinigami shove a sword through my chest wasn’t what I would call fun,” the younger male stated. “By the way, I’m Ichigo. It’s a pleasure and leave my name out of any and all databases, please. I do have some enemies who know how to hack after all.”
“Of course, I promise not to place your name into any database or report from now on,” Phil promised, Ichigo nodding his head in thanks, smiling softly at him.
“Thank you. Anyways, my story started when I was fifteen,” Ichigo started, telling the memorized male about how he had gone from untrained substitute to one of the Serietei’s most powerful fighter. He talked about how he had learned how to harness his power and how he was made to be a Shinigami by his blood line alone. He talked about the people he fought, met, and befriended through the years.
He spoke of the enemies that they had fought and defeated with their own losses, near losses. The Winter War, and the Bounts, and Muramasa, and everyone else. About how for nearly a year he had lost his powers, watching his friends take over as the Seireitei tried to figure out the best way to get his power back for him. How the Vizards had been there for everything, including their own stories into the tale that he went over.
Phil listened to it all, buying them lunch when it came time to eat. When Ichigo finished, he drained his cup of water and slowly stretched. “Damn. You...have gone through quite a bit for one so young.”
“Yeah, let me tell ya, it wasn’t fun,” Ichigo sighed, shaking his head. “But I survived it, that’s for sure.”
“You did. Byakuya helped you?” Phil asked, Ichigo smirking at him before shaking his head.
“Nah, the guy was seriously overly protective of his baby sister and she was my best friend. Before we actually came to a balance, he didn’t like me as far as he could throw me,” Ichigo snorted. “We’ve gotten better though in the last year.”
“That’s good,” Phil hummed, sitting back as he stared at Ichigo as the young man pulled out a wallet from his bag and counted out some money, putting it down. “I could have covered your half of the bill.”
“I have more then enough to pay for my own food,” Ichigo stated, smirking and slinging his bag over one shoulder. “I have class. But listen, you have a lot of information to go through, so if you need something, just send me an e-mail. I’ll get it and I’ll respond as soon as I can,” he promised, Phil nodding.
Watching the young man leave, he wondered if Ichigo was so strong, what did that say about Byakuya, who damn near beat him when he was still mostly untrained. He had a feeling that the older of the two had picked up his own training ever since that day and had worked to do everything that he could to be strong. Standing up, Phil, sighed and put the rest of the bill down onto the table before leaving himself. He saw Ichigo board a bus but turned towards his own vehicle, climbing into it and starting.
Ichigo was right. He had a lot to think about and a lot to put down into a personal journal. He also had to tell the Avengers what he had learned, while keeping Ichigo’s name out of it.
As he pulled out into traffic, he wondered just what he was going to call the young man while telling his story before deciding that he should probably call Byakuya to make an appointment to talk with him again. He wasn’t going to admit that he wanted to talk with the noble some more and that the man intrigued him like no other had before.
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