Chapter 10: A Small Confrontation
POV Narrator
Time passed, and Akira was now sitting quietly at his desk. It was break time.
Resting his head on his folded arms, he wore a bored expression as he waited for the minutes to crawl by. He didn't feel like moving or talking to anyone.
But then, something caught his attention. He lazily lifted his head after overhearing a nearby conversation. He had recently changed classrooms, and now he shared the same class as Ichigo and Rukia. That small detail confirmed something important: the story had already begun.
Akira raised an eyebrow curiously when he saw Ichigo standing by the window, catching the surprised looks of the other students. Everyone was whispering about how he had managed to jump up there so easily.
"Oh… that's not Ichigo." he thought, carefully observing the behavior of the supposed "Ichigo."
The young man seemed far too carefree, with a much more playful attitude than usual. Then, Akira noticed how his gaze shamelessly scanned all the girls in the classroom—lingering especially on Orihime… and her generous figure.
"I see… it's the modified soul. I think his name was Kon." he deduced with a slight grin, confirming that he was at the very beginning of the Bleach story.
He kept watching with interest as "Ichigo" approached Orihime and, without the slightest bit of shame, gently stroked her hair while showering her with compliments. The girl, though surprised, couldn't help but blush slightly.
"Should I get involved? …Yeah, that way I can test if I'm stronger than a modified soul." he thought, standing up from his seat with a faint smirk. He was curious to measure his current level, and this was the perfect opportunity.
The situation escalated quickly when "Ichigo" suddenly kissed Tatsuki on the cheek without warning.
As expected, the girl's reaction was immediate. With a furious expression, she began hurling everything she could get her hands on—desks, books, backpacks… anything became a projectile at that moment.
However, "Ichigo" dodged each one effortlessly, laughing carefreely.
"Hey, why are you getting so mad? I just kissed your cheek."
That was when Akira decided to intervene.
"Because you can't just go around kissing people out of nowhere," he replied calmly, hands in his pockets, watching the scene with amusement.
"Huh? And who the hell are you?" Kon asked curiously as he continued dodging Tatsuki's projectiles with agile movements. Then, when his gaze landed on Akira, a faint smirk crossed his face.
"Pretty boy face… must be weak." he thought disdainfully.
"I'm Akira. No last name," Akira replied coolly, stopping right in front of the fake Ichigo.
"Sounds like a girl's name," Kon mocked with an arrogant grin.
A classic anime-style vein popped up on Akira's forehead, but before he could respond, the classroom door burst open.
"—Stop right there!"
Rukia entered the room with a serious expression, quickly scanning the situation. Her eyes locked on Ichigo's body, which was clearly being controlled by the modified soul.
"Damn it!"
Knowing things were about to get complicated, the fake Ichigo decided to act first. Without warning, he launched a direct kick at Akira.
But Akira reacted instantly, dodging it with a simple step back. Then, with astonishing speed, he counterattacked with a direct kick to the impostor's chest, sending him crashing to the floor.
Still, "Ichigo" wasn't one to stay down. With surprising quickness, he got up and came at Akira again, throwing a series of punches and kicks.
The exchange of blows began. Akira, maintaining his composure, blocked each attack with skill and precision, countering with fluid, effortless movements.
In the middle of the fight, Akira caught one of the fake Ichigo's punches with a single hand, holding it firmly in place.
At that exact moment, the real Ichigo—wearing his shinigami uniform—appeared at the window. His eyes widened in shock as he saw his own body take a powerful punch to the face courtesy of Akira.
The modified soul was dazed for a few seconds, but when he regained his senses, the only thing he saw was Akira's shoe coming dangerously close to his face.
A split second later, his body flew across the room, crashing into several desks and leaving a small mess in the classroom.
"That was for saying I have a girl's name," Akira said flatly, pointing at the fake Ichigo who lay dazed on the floor after the impact.
Rukia watched the scene with slightly widened eyes, shocked. It wasn't just that Akira had managed to fight a modified soul—it was the fact that he had done so with alarming ease.
Modified souls aren't normal humans… they were created with special abilities to fight hollows. They're basically super-soldiers… and he handled one like it was nothing.
Meanwhile, the fake Ichigo, frustrated at being overpowered, stood up with a scowl. However, upon noticing Rukia and the real Ichigo in his shinigami form, a mischievous smile spread across his face.
"Later, losers!"
With those words, he leapt out the window with impressive agility, landing perfectly on the ground below. Without wasting a second, he started running at full speed. He wasn't going to be just another disposable pill waiting to be destroyed. Now he had a body—and he intended to make the most of it.
Akira, far from being worried, simply shrugged, watching the fake Ichigo escape. He decided to play dumb, completely ignoring the presence of the real Ichigo in his shinigami form.
Without giving the situation another thought, he calmly walked back to his seat, as if nothing had happened.
Rukia, on the other hand, gave Akira one last glance before turning and running after Ichigo's body, determined to retrieve what rightfully belonged to her.
---
End of Chapter