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    Heirship by

    Fandoms: Bleach, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!  

    11 Aug 2021

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    Ichigo has always been a mama's boy. If taking over a mafia family is his mother's legacy. Well, Ichigo was never all that good at following the rules.

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    Heirship by DearCat
    Summary: Ichigo has always been a mama's boy. If taking over a mafia family is his mother's legacy. Well, Ichigo was never all that good at following the rules.
    ME: At this point, Ichigo is not even surprised. He’s become decisively good at just rolling with the punches. The whole mafia thing? That’s… a little more discouraging.
    And yet… “So let me get this straight. The old man lost his three sons and now I’m the only heir left through my mother?”
    “That’s correct,” the not-baby, Reborn, says, tilting his fedora up as he takes a sip of coffee.
    Well ok, then. Alright. Just another thing to deal with, Ichigo supposes. “Alright, what is this Vongola, what does it do and what is expected of me?” Never let it be said that Ichigo doesn’t take advantage of convenient sources of information. That said if he doesn’t like what he hears… Well, Ichigo is not known for being a rule follower.
    “Ugh, I can already see the piles of paperwork! Alright, come on. Let’s go see Hats-&-Clogs, we’ll need to talk training with him.”

    His fighting style is quite amazing, in all honesty. Reborn will give that irritating store owner that much, now if that relic could just… take the damn hint. Ichigo has a new teacher now, he does not need the old, outdated version.

    Before Reborn can answer, the annoying shopkeeper taps his fan against the wood, “ after you finish your summary of the relevancy of old mafia law today and the proper dealings with the Vindice. If you’re going to break the laws, my cute little student, you might as well know which laws you’re breaking.”
    “ My student will be Vongola Decimo,” Reborn intones, “He will be making the rules.”
    “Ah,” the scientist’s fan snaps open but Reborn is not fooled, he knows the sharpness of the smile it hides. “Ignorance and arrogance go hand in hand, I suppose. Remember this, Ichigo, the better one knows the playing field one is wrecking, the best one knows how to build from its ashes.”
    Ichigo huffs, looking up from behind his pile of books. “You’re both sadistic tutors, very scary, I promise.”
    They both take a moment to preen, smugness radiating from them but the blonde’s smile doesn’t lose its edge and Reborn’s glare doesn’t falter.

    “Oh?” Xanxus scoffs, killing intent thick in the air. “Our family, is it? Are you defying the Ninth’s orders?”
    Ichigo waves the thought away like it’s an especially annoying mosquito, “yeah. It’s a stupid idea, I’m not doing it. Why are we even fighting for these rings anyway? Changing his mind like that, senile old man. I’ve got other things to do.”
    Namely, rebuilding Soul Society after yet another scuffle Ichigo had to help them with. Ichigo has the amazing ability to casually destroying Soul Society time and again and yet he’s always welcome back with open arms and admiration. Part of it is the sheer levels of power, the rest of it is Sky charisma. Even centuries-old soul reapers are weak to it, it seems.

    Ichigo sighs like he knew this was coming and can’t be bothered. “Fuck it, then. Vindice’s supervision. I’m not doing the tournament, I’m telling you that now. Cousin or not, fuck that. We’re doing a melee. One fight and that’s it.”

    Reborn hates to admit it but given Urahara’s insistence that Ichigo learn each and every law Vongola has in its books, Reborn knows that Ichigo could have claimed the title of heir and walked away without the fight.

    "Oh, good." Ichigo smiles a little meanly, "let's do this, cousin. I already told Yuzu, if we take much longer we're going to be late for dinner."
    Both Reborn and Urahara perk up. There is one irrefutable rule in this household other than shit always goes Ichigo's way somehow and it's "thou shall never be late to Yuzu's food." It'll still taste amazing but the sad eyes are heartbreaking.
    When Kurosaki sets Xanxus's busted gun on his stomach, Xanxus snorts. "You're wasted behind a desk."
    "Fuck paperwork," Kurosaki agrees moodily, dropping down. "I'm dropping all of it on Ishida. I was going to drop it on you but… you drop it on Squalo, don't you?"
    "Fucking shark," Xanxus grunts, "Wasted on main Vongola," that much is obvious. "Fuck that, we can drop the paperwork on Sawada's spawn. You're Varia Quality." Xanxus has decided, fuck Timoteo. Xanxus is going to steal this one for his squad.
    “Sawada’s spawn?”
    “Yeah, Sawada has a son hidden away somewhere in Namimori, hasn’t visited in years but the kid is presumably still alive.”
    “Presumably?”
    Xanxus snorts, “yeah, presumably. Sawada had the old man seal him.”
    “Huh,” Kurosaki leans back. “So Namimori tomorrow?”
    “Shit. Yeah.”

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    There May Be Some Collateral Damage by

    Fandoms: Bleach, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  

    02 Nov 2015

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    Ichigo’s been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he’s about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic-wise, if he hasn’t set anything on fire.

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    There May Be Some Collateral Damage by metisket
    Summary: Ichigo’s been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he’s about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic-wise, if he hasn’t set anything on fire.
    ME: “Why am I some living kid’s bodyguard? I thought I was just supposed to kill the soul-splitting guy!” Because some guy split his soul into pieces by magic, because apparently magic is a thing in the living world. Though Ichigo isn’t sure why he’s so surprised. After all, he fights dead monsters on the regular; nothing should seem weird to him anymore. And yet.

    “Anyway, it’s not like the soul fragments are gonna float over and let me wipe them out. So how am I finding them?”
    “The headmaster allegedly has a plan.”
    “Headmaster’s a scheming, lying weasel, though,” Renji throws in, “Got kind of an Aizen vibe, tell the truth. So, yeah. Watch out for that.”

    “Why don’t you take notes in English, dear?” she coos.
    Ichigo frowns up at her. “My English bad. This way more fast.” Neville Longbottom passes him a note that reads, “I want to be you when I grow up.” Ichigo smiles and shoves the note in his pocket to show Renji.
    “And you, Mr. Kurosaki,” she demands. “What are you doing here?”
    “That teacher thinks I can’t speak English,” Ichigo explains, “She wants me to get a translating charm or something.”
    McGonagall blinks slowly. “You seem to me to be quite proficient in English, Mr. Kurosaki. And I suppose you have no idea how this confusion came about,” McGonagall continues.
    “No idea,” Ichigo says firmly, and then, pretty sure of his footing here, “but I wouldn’t mind if she stayed confused.”
    McGonagall gives him a small smile (and Potter laughs outright). “Well. After all, if I gave you a translation charm, how would you ever learn…?”
    “Good point,” Ichigo allows, impressed.

    Ichigo nods his thanks. “I also think the headmaster knows more about the other soul pieces than he’s telling us. The kids tell me he keeps a lot of secrets.”
    “Excellent!” Urahara snaps his fan closed and smirks ominously. “Yoruichi-san and I are outstanding with other people’s secrets. We’ll just head on up to the castle and discuss things with this headmaster, shall we? And you’ll stay here and continue doing…well, whatever it is you’re doing.”

    “Yeah, I’m not signing that thing,” Ichigo announces firmly. “I have to report to Toshiro tonight, and I don’t feel like disfiguring boils would be a good look on me. Who did you think I’d rat you out to, anyway? Umbridge? She still thinks I can’t speak English.”
    “Which is brilliant, by the way,” Ron puts in.

    “Do you hate him?” Potter asks, quiet and worried.
    “No,” Ichigo tells him, as comforting as he can manage. “He tried his best to raise us; it’s just that his best is lousy. Silly bastard loves us, though.”

    “Did you know his name’s actually Tom?” Ichigo asks indignantly. “His name is Tom.”
    “Then it’s no wonder he changed it, is it?” Urahara laughs. “Not exactly a name to strike terror into the hearts of the enemy.”
    “The great, prophesied battle of Tom versus Harry,” Ichigo grumbles. “It’s like a bad joke.”
    “There, there, once we kill him you can write whatever punchline you want,” Urahara says consolingly, always at his worst when he’s trying to be nice.

    “She’s a government mole posing as a teacher,” Ichigo explains.
    “…Your school has government moles?” Ishida asks incredulously.
    “How have I not complained to you about this before?” Ichigo wonders. “Yes.”

    “If you were only working inside the castle,” Dumbledore says slowly, “then were your…teachers…working outside the castle?”
    With suspiciously perfect timing, Yoruichi and Urahara take this moment to burst through the doors of the Great Hall. Yoruichi’s dragging something behind her, Ichigo sees. A body, in fact.
    Potter gasps in shock and jumps to his feet. “Voldemort!”
    There are sympathetic, echoing gasps from all around the room.
    So that’s Tom Riddle. He looks very, very dead.
    Yoruichi drags the corpse right up to the Gryffindor table and drops it at Potter’s feet, enormously pleased with herself.
    “What?” she demands, “Voldemort is dead, Potter’s safe, and everybody knows Potter was right all along. I call this mission a complete success.”

    In the general disorder, Tom twitches and starts to sit up, Potter and Neville notice, because Tom’s sprawled out right in front of them. They dive over the table, Neville stabs Tom in the gut while Potter stabs him in the throat. He’s for damn sure dead now. Ichigo’s proud of the response time on that—he’s trained the kids well.