After losing his soul reaper powers, Ichigo Kurosaki becomes frustrated at the useless feeling boiling in his stomach, only for those frustrations to boil over when he sees some guy harassing a woman in the street. Now expelled, and shipped off to Shujin academy, he is thrust into a new world of adventure and cognition that is somehow stranger than his last. Ichigo x Harem.

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Prologue:

Unspecified Date and Time:

"Where is he?!"

The sounds of bustling feet and crashing poker chips overtook the pleasant conversation and absentminded gambling that had been happening moments before.

The casino was gargantuan, easily as tall as a skyscraper with enough bright neon lights that one might think it was daytime if you stood outside, despite it being well past midnight. Inside was a golden palace of slot machines and poker tables, with aristocratic men and women packing the floor. The massive casino was now full of worried faces and nervous shuffling as people started to file towards the exit. Above them massive ornate chandeliers began to swing back and forth as a shadowy figure moved between them, before stopping on a low hanging sign neon platform.

"Hey, look up there!" A man shouted as he pointed at the figure. Everyone turned to see the man responsible for the chaos, before shivering at the sight before them.

He had on a long flowing black tailcoat with a white undershirt, black straps going across the torso in an X shaped pattern. He wore red gloves, with red "x"-shaped marks appearing on both the gloves and his forearms. Black dress pants and dark brown dress shoes finished off the outfit. In his right hand he held a thin, jet black sword that was roughly the length of his body, which was impressive given that the man was at least a few inches over six feet. The sword had three sharp protrusions on the blunt side and curved at the tip. Under his other arm, he held a silver briefcase.

The man standing before them honestly wouldn't have been too out of place at the casino if it wasn't for two very distinct features. First of all, his hair was a spiky mess of an unnatural orange, which stood out on its own. The second and more frightening feature was that his face was covered completely by a terrifying mask. It could best be described as a menacing white skull with pronounced teeth. Two thick vertical black stripes , each on one half of the mask, dragged from the top of the skull all the way to the bottom, only interrupted by the widened eye-holes and the jaw. The eyes, being the only thing visible on the face, shone a deep amber, almost golden color, with black sclera, completing the demonesque look.

Seeing the demon like man above them, the wayward gamblers began to scream and head for the exits. The guards moved to apprehend the man but were fighting against the tide of bodies rushing in the opposite direction.

Smirking under his mask as he saw the suited guards struggle, the man put a finger to his ear and pressing the earpiece.

"I've got the treasure secure," The strawberry haired man said as he began to jump from platform to platform towards the room exit.

"Great," a boyish voice rang in his ear. "Now hurry up and get moving,"

"Remember, this could be our only chance." Another boy said over the frequency, this one seemingly older with a refined tone of voice, "We can't afford any mistakes."

This time the voice of a young girl spoke up, a little frantic. "Just stay calm, you have plenty of time to get away."

The man smiled as he scaled down a neon sign. "You're the one the one that needs to stay calm, Oracle."

"I know, I just...*bzzt*...*bzzt*...wait what was that?" Oracle questioned as the signal began to get crossed with another.

"Forget about that, just go!" The first boy's voice called out as the man leaped onto a balcony into an open floor space. "On another note, I gotta say that showing yourself in front of the crowd was genius.

"Definitely pulled it off way better than Skull could have." This was a different girl's voice than Oracle, clearly older and a little sultrier.

"That's because unlike Skull, he has a good sense of aesthetic." A deeper voiced man spoke.

"What the hell is this? Shit on Skull day or something?" A loud boy, presumably Skull, called over the radio. "Like don't Panther and Inari, got something better to do?"

"Wait!" Oracle called, bringing the man to a stop, "Up ahead!"

The man looked ahead at the stairs in front of him, as two guards came rushing down to intercept him. The men looked like standard security guards wearing expensive suits and sunglasses. That is, until their bodies began to convulse wildly. Their bodies grew stockier as the muscles on their upper body grew to the size of a small gorilla. Their arms extended, now with guns in their hands. Finally a thick silver mak covered their entire face, glowing yellow eyes peering out of them. They were still rather humanoid, but clearly were no longer human.

A third creature landed behind him, police baton in hand. The masked man simply smirked before vanishing from the guards sight, only to appear on the shoulders of the creature behind him, grabbing him by his mask.

"Show me your true form," The man said as he tore the mask off the creature's face, blood splattering on the floor. He then pushed off the suited creature with both of his feet, sending him stumbling forward as he melted into a ball of blood and shadows, the other two shadow creatures melted as well, coagulating together in the center of clearing. The shadows began to reform into a gargantuan Minotaur like beast. The top half was that of a Minotaur, with a bull's head and a human-like torso and arms. His lower half however was that of a robotic like serpent. With a pair of robotic arms holding it up as if it were pants.

"Assessing power levels," Oracle muttered over the com. "It's no match for you, Get' em!"

"Hmph," The man smiled as he rushed at the creature bringing his sword up to his face. The creature roared, bringing up it's tail to crush the man. But the man had already managed to slide between the creature's...legs? Arms? Legs. And cutting his underbelly as he went, gutting the creature.

Giving off a roar of pain, the creature once again melted into blood and shadows before dispersing into the ground, this time for good.

"Good, you took them out with ease," An intelligent sounding woman spoke. "The rest of us must slip away while they are distracted and weakened."

"Look out! More are coming!" Suddenly three more suited creatures dropped from the ceiling, this time with electrified weapons, ready to ambush the masked thief. The masked figure did a back flip out of the way, landing on a balcony railing in an impressive show of reaction time and grace.

'Tsk, I don't have time for this,' The orange haired man did another flip off the railing onto the large neon sign above him before jumping onto another balcony, effectively evading the pursuers. He quickly rushed through the balcony doors into a secluded hallway, hiding behind crates and boxes whenever guards would happen to walk past. The lights were dim and there were a lot of shadows, giving the orange haired man plenty of space to hide.

Stopping at a corner, the man quickly put his back to the wall and slowed his breathing. Peering around the corner, he could clearly see many guards in front of his exit point, it didn't look like they had any intentions of moving anytime soon. While he would normally attempt to take them all out, he really didn't have that kind of time. He quickly put his finger to his ear.

"Oracle," he whispered, "I need another way out of here,"

"I'm looking!" The girl replied, you could hear fast typing over the com. "Got it! Go back one room and get on the floor above you." The man nodded and quickly made his way back.

"Also, I'm picking up a weird reading heading towards your direction. Be on the lookout." Oracle said as the masked man used a grappling hook to swing onto a walkway above him, then quickly turned to enter the room to his right. A large storage room filled with old promotional signage and crates.

"Wait! Don't!" Oracle cried into his ear, but it was already too late. The moment the man entered the room the doors shut and locked behind him. Several shadow creatures, all similar to the ones beforehand appeared from thin air, quickly surrounding the man.

"Damn," The masked man said to himself as he readied his sword, "This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. With this many, I'll have to use my Persona," Just as the man was about to reach for his own mask Oracle spoke up in his ear.

"Wait! That strange reading from earlier, something else is coming!"

*Click* *Click* *Click*

The sounds of heels taping across the floor made the shadows turn towards the other end of the room. Walking towards them was a young woman with a sword at her hip. Her outfit consisted of a strapless black leotard which hugged her body tightly, accenting her subtle curves. She wore a chain belt with two silver roses on the hips and the scabbard for a rapier, along with black choker and red gloves. Her black bolero jacket had golden buttons, ruffled sleeves and three floor-length coattails. Her thigh-length pantyhose, along with her leotard showed off her long lean legs, her exposed thighs pulling a particular amount of attention. Finally, she wore stiletto-heels that resembled ballet shoes on the top.

Her frame was petite and fit similar to a ballet dancer. Her deep red hair was up in a long ponytail tied with a black ribbon. The top half of her face was covered by an ornate black bask with silver accents, red eyes matching her hair gazed through it. Despite the mask, you could tell she was quite beautiful, and her outfit surely made her alluring. Not that the shadow creatures cared, nor the masked man...at least not outwardly.

"It's her! She's the weird reading I've been getting!"

"I'll end this right now," The young woman stated in a higher voice, indicating that she was perhaps still relatively young. As she spoke she drew her sword, an ornate silver rapier in a simple cross design. She twirled it in her hand with a flourish before throwing the sword at the masked man, narrowly missing his face and embedding itself into the chest of the shadow creature behind him, causing it to slump over onto its knees. The masked man to his credit didn't flinch at the sword but still eyed the woman cautiously.

Angered by this, the rest of the shadows completely took their attention away from the masked man they were supposed to ambush and instead rushed at the now unarmed woman. The woman closed her eyes as they approached, before doing a cartwheel at the last moment to dodge the strike of the first creature. Halfway through the cartwheel she reached behind her back and pulled out a wooden, lever action pistol, shooting the creature that attacked her causing it to disintegrate.

She then spun and pirouetted as if she was dancing before doing a flip over a second creature, reloading it with a lever pump and shooting it in the back of the head in one fluid motion before landing elegantly. How she managed to do all that in stilettos was a mystery to the masked man.

The mysterious girl turned towards the masked man, walking slowly towards him as the three remaining shadow creatures morphed into various other monsters. Two of them morphed into cheetah men, humanoid bodies with cheetah heads, dual wielding swords. While the third one turned into a large red vulture wearing a Turkish crown.

"My weak self relied on you so much," the mysterious red haired woman said as she approached the shadow creature with her sword still embedded in its chest. Kicking the handle, sending the rapier into the air, slicing the shadow creature in half, killing it. She then spun around until she was shoulder to shoulder with the masked man, raising her hand in the air. "But that ends today."

The sword she had kicked into the air flipped several times before the handle landed perfectly in the girl's hand allowing her to ready it, the man standing next to her battle ready as well. "Let's do this, Senpai!"

"The enemy numbers have decreased? What's going on down there?" Oracle questioned rhetorically as the swordsman and woman made quick work of the three monsters.

"Phew," The woman said as she wiped the sheathed her rapier. "It's been a while since we last fought side by side, huh Senpai?" The masked man put his own sword away and scowled under his mask, crossing his arms.

"Why'd you come here?" The mask man asked accusingly. While he appreciated the help, he did not like the fact that she was here.

The woman made an exaggerated hurt expression, before puffing out her cheeks cutely and crossing her own arms. "Jeez, that's the thanks I get for saving your butt?"

The mask man's scowl just deepend at this response, he was about to retort when suddenly the alarms blared, causing the two to look up.

"More of them are coming! You gotta move now!"

"Right! Sorry!" The mask man responded to Oracle before turning towards the mysterious girl.

"Go," She said before the man even had time to speak, giving him a soft smile. "This is the time I get to come to your aid Senpai. I'll hold them off and make it harder for them to track you. Also," She added as she drew her rapier, " don't forget the promise we made. Now Go!"

Despite what the mask man may have wanted, he knew he didn't have the time and ran past the red haired girl, leaving her in the storage room. The masked man made his way up flights and flights of stairs until he finally reached his destination. He swung open a pair of dark wooden doors to reveal a balcony overlooking a grand hall, with tables, chairs, and a piano arranged across the showroom floor. Across from him was a large stained glass window, large chandeliers hanging above.

"That's the exit," Oracle said, "The window, you gotta go through it,"

"Huhhh?" The masked man exclaimed in disbelief, "what the hell kinda exit is that supposed to be?"

"Sorry, that's just how it is,"

The masked man sighed before leaping onto the railing of the balcony, just as he was about to start jumping to the chandelier, he heard a shout from behind.

"Freeze!"

Three guards had their guns pointed at the man, ready to fire if he masked man slowly put the briefcase down on the railing, and then slowly put his hands in the air in surrender.

"Good," The closest guard said as he reached for his handcuffs, "Now, you're coming with us." Just as he finished his statement, a grappling hook shot from the left hand of the masked man, attaching to the ceiling. The orange haired man smiled as he fell backwards over the balcony, his foot catching the handle of the briefcase, bringing it with him.

"What?!" The guards exclaimed as they uselessly tried to go after him but it was too late. The masked man had already swung all the way across the room, kicking his feet through the stained glass window, shattering it. He had escaped.

"Pfft," Panther giggled, "Now you're just showing off,"

"*sigh* I just wish he wouldn't be so reckless," A soft spoken woman commented as he stuck his landing with a roll, killing the downward momentum and any possible damage it could have caused. He was outside now, an eerie silence basked over the dark city as he made a move to finalize his escape. That escape would never come.

Bright lights flashed at him momentarily blinding him. When his vision adjusted he could see dozens of police officers, gunmen, and swat team members. All pointed right at the masked swordsman.

"These readings!...It can't be!"

"An ambush?"

"How did this happen? This isn't right!"

The masked man stood there for a moment, before making his best attempt to escape. Using his superior agility he leaped up onto a fire escape ladder on the side of the building, out of the reach of the policemen on the ground. Unfortunately, there were swat members waiting at the top of the ladder. Hitting the man in the face with the butt of his rifle, the orange haired thief was sent falling into the crowd of armed men, who quickly swarmed him, taking the briefcase from him and pinning him to the ground.

"Well, well, well. Wasn't expecting some orange haired punk." A deep voice of a man as he walked towards him, He couldn't get a good look at him, but he was wearing a light gray suit. He smelled like bad cologne and hair gel. The man reached down and pulled the hard on the orange tufts of hair causing the masked man to grunt in pain. "You have your teammate to thank for this." he chuckled before sneering at the swordsman, letting his head drop on the hard concrete as he released his hair.

"You...were sold out."

The man turned to signal the other police officers to take him away before he turned heel and left himself.

"Suspect confirmed! Cuff him!" And with that. The leader of the Phantom Thieves was arrested.

Later that Night:

Loose syringes and blood were scattered around the dark interrogation room. At the center of the room was a metal table, with a chair on each side. On one end was a chair, one empty, the other with our hero, handcuffed and unconscious. The police had changed him out of his previous outfit, he was now wearing his winter school uniform, which was now dirty with dry blood and dirt. It was a simple red-buttoned black blazer with his school's emblem on the pocket, a white v-neck sweater with red plaid pants. His mask was now gone revealing his light brown eyes and peach skin.

"Guess the drug was too strong huh?" A deep voice spoke from the darkness, looking at the unconscious teen in front of him and the now empty syringe on the floor next to him.

"Wake him up."

A bucket of water was thrown onto the orange haired teen, causing the dazed boy to stir. He squinted at the dim light in the room, a concussion pounding in his head. His body was heavy and lethargic, with bruises and cuts all over it.

He looked up at the men in front of him. The two on either side of the door seemed unimportant, not different than your average policemen. In front of him was the man who had grabbed his hair earlier. He was taller than the other two, more built as well. He had intense eyes and slicked back black hair.

The orange haired teen now remembered where he was, the events that occurred earlier that night playing in his head through the haze of drugs and headaches. He began to struggle against his handcuffs, which only served to irritate the man before him.

"You still don't get it do you?" The man sneered. "Give it up!" He finished planting a hefty kick to the orange haired teen's chest for good measure, sending him tumbling off the chair and onto the cold concrete. The other officers in the room didn't have the decency to flinch at the abuse the minor was getting, and simply stuck to their posts beside the door.

"Gah!" The boy said as he was slammed onto the ground, only to cry out in pain as the officer put his bottom \of his foot on the boy's head, keeping his head against the floor.

"Come on, cooperate." The man lazily complained as he twisted his heel into the temple of the teen, before gaining a more twisted look in his eye as the orange haired thief stopped giving the man the satisfaction of his pained grunts, and was simply giving him a deadly glare from the floor. "Oh, I like that look on your face, maybe we should give you another shot, hm?"

A small red light in the room caught the teen's attention in the corner of his eye. Glancing up as best as he could under the foot of the man, only to see a small security camera in the corner of the room, a small but bright red light in on it, indicating that it was recording.

Seeing that the boy had averted his attention to something else, the suited man removed his foot from the criminal's head and followed his gaze before quietly chuckling to himself.

"Hehe, what? The man said crouching down and grabbing the teen's orange hair just like he had done at his capture. "You thinkin this can be used as video evidence or something, punk?" he questioned, dragging the boy's face up to his.

"Ptoo,"

*Splat*

The only answer came in the form of the teen spitting some blood on the man's cheek, giving him a good glare and scowl afterwards for good measure. The man didn't flinch, simply sneering at the boy.

"Heh, cheeky brat," The man muttered as he wiped the blood off with his off hand. "But when I ask you a question," He started before throwing the boy's head back into the ground and kicking him in the stomach. "I expect an answer!"

The man then turned heel back towards the door, he grabbed a clipboard from one of the other officers, quickly looking it up and down.

"Ichigo Kurosaki,"

Ichigo's eyes widened at the officer's use of his name, the orange haired teen used his core muscles to pull himself back up into a sitting position on the floor as the officer continued to read his profile.

"Obstruction of justice, blackmail, defamation, possession of weapons, assault..." He paused as he flipped to the next page before letting out a long whistle. "Manslaughter too? Not to mention an extensive history of suspicious occurrences happening around you." He turned to Ichigo, giving him an almost impressed look. "Talk about the works."

The man then nodded to the officer to his left, who went over to the still imprisoned teen, and unlocked his handcuffs, removing them before walking back to his post. The removed cuffs revealed his wrists were now deeply bruised and bleeding from the excessive force. Ichigo, grateful for the freedom of his hands, simply rubbed his tender wrists as the main officer walked over to him, clipboard in hand.

"Sign this." He ordered, offering the clipboard with pen in hand. "It's a confession under your name." Ichigo simply scoffed and knocked the clipboard out of the man's hand, onto the floor.

"Hmmm, I see." The man said as he stood up tall, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I DO need your hand to sign this after all." He then proceeded to slam the heel of his foot into the thigh of the young man, Ichigo's grunts of pain echoing off of the concrete walls of the interrogation room. "But I don't care if you lose a leg or two...Kurosaki-san."

The man nodded his head again to the officer on the left of the door, who picked up the pen and clipboard and brought it back to the two men. The man took them before removing his foot from Ichigo's leg, before throwing them into his lap.

"Don't expect to leave here in one piece." He said with an intense glare, "We are going to make you understand, one must take full responsibility for their actions."

Ichigo said nothing, but complied with a scowl on his face as he signed the dotted line on the confession.

The man smirked, taking the clipboard from the teen after he finished. "See? That wasn't so difficult." He handed the clipboard to the man on the left before giving the teen an arrogant sneer. "I wonder what your sisters would think of this confession?"

"Bastard," Ichigo quietly muttered to himself as he clenched his fists and moved to stand, causing the other officers to reach for their guns, stopping him in his tracks before he even had the chance to do anything.

"Oooo, touched a nerve did I?" The man mocked before turning towards the room exit. "Remember what I said, Kurosaki-san," He said, turning over his shoulder to give Ichigo one last serious glare. "Full. Responsibility."

Meanwhile, Outside the Interrogation Room.

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

Sae Niijima was not a happy woman.

For all intensive purposes this should've been a great moment for her. The crowning moment of the woman's young, yet highly successful, prosecuting career. Despite only being 24 years of age, Sae Niijima was already quickly becoming one of the best prosecutors in Japan. She had always been an overachiever and a workaholic. After completing her undergrad in only 2 years, and law school in only 1 and a half, she was on pace to be the youngest woman in Japanese history to reach 100 successful prosecutions. She would do so in just a little over a year of practice, which would put her in impressive and small company with other "prodigy detectives."

And this would be her magnum opus. The leader of the most infamous and mysterious group of criminals in modern japanese history. The Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Their methods and motives were unknown, but they had achieved viral stardom and a large social media following for their lofty ideals and pension for theatrics. Despite their popularity, Sae believed they were a legitimate threat to the public. And through all their theatrics and showboating, they were almost impossible to track. All routes of investigations led to dead ends. Until today.

Sae Niijima had been working this case tirelessly for months by herself. Persevering when people laughed or mocked her, when they told her to give it up. She worked sleepless nights and wakeless days by herself in this investigation. But now, the leader of the Phantom Thieves, the group that she had been chasing around in circles for what seemed like an eternity, had been captured. Her magnum opus was to be complete. There was only one problem.

She wasn't the one who caught him.

Now, a very pissed off Sae Niijima was walking towards the detainment room, her gray heels clicking down the long corridor. She came to a stop as she reached the end of the hall, where two men, an officer and a detective in a black suit met her. The officer stood guard outside the detainment room, while the detective simply impeded her path.

"Excuse me," The suited man said, stepping in front of her. He was tall and fairly muscular, with a light blue dress shirt with the collar unbuttoned. "This area is off limits. You're gonna have to-" He paused as he looked the woman up and down, his face twisting into a lecherous grin. "Although if you want, I'd be more than happy to escort you somewhere more...desirable?" The man asked, his voice seeping with suggestion.

Sae was well aware she was an attractive woman, not that she really cared either way. She was very tall for a woman, especially in Japan. With long ashen brown, almost silver hair asymmetrically parting on her right side, framing her burgundy eyes and heart shaped face. She had flawless porcelain skin which, paired with her knockout figure, long legs, and tight black business suit and pants, gave her the perfect air of a cool, mature beauty.

She just sighed, exasperated at the man's comment before composing herself. Unfortunately, she was certainly used to this kind of treatment in the workforce. Besides, she was on a mission, and she couldn't afford to chew out some random guy before she got what she wanted. Time was limited.

"I'm Niijima," The ashen haired beauty said calmly, not taking the bait. "I'm from the Public Prosecutor's Office."

The detective's smile quickly shifted from one of perversion to one of disgust at the mention of the Prosecutor's Office. "Prosecution huh?" He forced out, his voice full of disdain. "What business do you have here?"

"Just let me through; it's urgent," Sae could feel her impatience getting the better of her. "There's something I need to confirm with th-."

"Niijima-san," The man interrupted crossing his arms, agitating the prosecutor once more, "I believe this case is no longer in your jurisdiction."

At this, Niijima clenched her fists in frustration. "But-"

"Are you Sae Niijima?"

An older voice stopped Sae before she could lose her cool. Both her and the detective turned towards the voice, seeing an older, shorter man walk towards them in a black suit and tie.

"I just got off the phone with your director. He said tiredly, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Hurry up and get it over which. To be frank, you're being an inconvenience."

Before the woman could even respond she felt a buzzing in her back pocket. She pulled it out only to wince slightly at the caller id. "Shit..." She muttered to herself, pulling the phone to her ear.

"*Sigh*...I thought I ordered you to stand by." Came the tired old voice of the Special Investigations Unit Director.

"This is my case! I'm responsible for it, yet I'm not even allowed an interrogation?" Niijima asked, her pent up frustration from earlier once again rearing its head.

"Why do you think I'm calling?" The voice calmly retorted, "I knew you would bring it up."

"I'm not convinced. I need to confirm it for myself." She spoke into the phone, regaining her composure but still firm enough that SIU Director could tell that she was not going to give. "This is MY case."

The SIU Director simply sighed into the phone again. "Good luck to you then, but I don't expect much." With that he hung the phone up.

Sae put her phone back in her pocket and turned to walk towards the containment room, before the older detective stopped her again.

"Ah, Prosecutor. I forgot to mention you'll have limited time with the suspect." Seeing Nijima about to retort, he put a hand up to stop her. "It's for your own sake, Ii assure you. His methods are still unknown, we don't even know if it's safe to simply sit and talk with him."

While she was definitely dissatisfied with that answer, she knew that she had to take what she could get at this point. "I understand." With that she turned back towards the door, only for it to open before she could reach the handle. Out stepped two policemen who simply walked past her and one more detective. He was taller than the other two, with slicked back hair and intense eyes.

"Ahhh," He said in a deep voice as he closed the door behind him. "You must be Prosecutor-san?"

Sae wasn't one to be intimidated by people, but she also knew that trusting her instincts was important. Something about the man in front of her deeply unsettled her, causing her to take a step back. She was also aware of the bloodstains on his cheek and shoes. She watched carefully as the man put his hands in his pockets and walked past her down the hallway.

"Good luck with Kurosaki-san, I couldn't get a word out of him." He said with a lazy wave, not even bothering to look back at her. Sae, on the other hand, stopped listening after he had named the suspect.

'It can't be! It must be someone else.' She quickly thought to herself as she finally made her way into the interrogation room. Never once in her prosecution career had Sae Niijima thought she was wrong. Right now however, she was praying she was.

Ichigo watched with his trademark scowl as the door to the room opened, only for that scowl to deepen as the silver haired beauty walked into the room, closing the door behind her.

Ichigo watched as a slew of emotions appeared on the prosecutor's face. A look of shock and then deep disappointment and regret. Finally resting on sadness.

"I..." She almost choked out as she made her way across the room, sitting in the chair opposite Ichigo. Her voice sounded somewhat calm, but Ichigo could clearly hear the hurt and confusion in it. "...I didn't expect it to be you."

Ichigo just said nothing as he watched her take a half second to compose herself, before putting her professional front back on.

"I'll be asking the questions this time." She demanded in a serious tone. For the first time since Niijima entered the room, she took her eyes off of her suspect and looked around the room. There were no windows or false mirrors in the room. Her eyes narrowed at the now drying blood on the floor as well as the empty syringes.

"Those bastards," She growled to herself before turning back to Ichigo. "Can you hear me?" She questioned leaning forward. "It seems like you've been through a lot."

Ichigo nodded, leaning back in his chair slightly. "I'm fine." he spoke.

Sae winced at how raspy and tired the voice sounded. A far departure from the voice she was used to hearing from the man before her. She shook those thoughts out of her head for now.

"Anything can happen here, and I can't do anything to stop them." She put her hand on his arm, showing the teen a genuine look of concern through her calm persona. "That's why I need you to answer me honestly, I don't have much time here."

The woman's hand retreated from the boy's arm as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and arms as she began her questioning.

"What was your objective?" She questioned calmly, "Why cause such a major incident?"

Light brown eyes gazed into burgundy, a conversation happening between the colors. The battered teen simply cracked his neck and lazily stretched his arms, before gaining a more serious look on his face.

"Tell me Niijima-san," the orange haired teen began, "what do you know about "that" world?"

The ashen haired woman calmly gazed at the man in silence for a moment, before smirking. "Answering my question with a question? That cockyness is a lot more like the Kurosaki-kun I know."

Ichigo said nothing more, waiting for the woman's answer, causing her to scoff slightly but conceding.

"From the beginning I didn't think it was just some prank, but I couldn't figure out your methods, so I couldn't build any kind of prosecution." She gazed questioningly at the man who looked away scowling, looking almost embarrassed.

"Yeah, sorry about that." The teen mumbled, running his hand through his messy orange hair. "But there was no way of you figuring it out on your own." To which Sae chuckled.

"True," She agreed, "There was no way I could believe about some "other world" without confirming it for myself." She then switched back to questioning the boy.

"Where and when did you first learn of such a world? How is it even possible to steal someone's heart?" Her barrage of questions came once again. "Now, tell me your account of everything, from the very beginning.

The Phantom Thief leader just sat there staring at the woman for a moment, before letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Fine," The teen started, "From the beginning..."

...You have been held captive.

A prisoner of fate to a future that has been sealed in advanced.

This is truly an unjust game. Your chances of winning are almost none.

But if my voice is reaching you, there may yet be an opportunity open to you.

I beg you. Please overcome this game and save the world.

The key to victory lies with the memories of your bonds. The truth that you and your friends grapsed.

It all began that day...when the game was started half a year ago.

For the sake of your world's future...as well as your own...you must remember.

Annnnd scene!

In celebration of Bleach getting a new anime adaptation AND Persona 5 Royal I decided to write this alongside me playing the game!

I really want this story to blow up, cause I feel like the amount of Bleach crossover and overall Persona 5 content is lacking.

Author's Notes:

I know this followed the story pretty closely but trust me, it will deviate pretty decently. Expect more confidants, and maybe an extra Phantom Thief or two if I'm feeling really adventurous. (AKA depending on what you all want.)

I tried to make Ichigo's costume a mix of his Fullbring Bankai and Joker's, I looked at both and they are actually kinda similar when I looked at them side by side. If you're still having trouble imagining it, just imagine Joker's outfit, but with a white shirt instead of a gray vest under the jacket, with the X's from Ichigo's Bankai on it. And then just add Ichigo's gloves and hollow mask.

I know I didn't get to show off Ichigo's personality too much compared to that of vanilla Joker, but you'll definitely get to see it in the actual first chapter when he actually gets to talk.

I can already tell people are gonna ask if this is an IchigoXSae story. It's not really. This will be Ichigo with a small harem. Sae may not even be in the harem. I'll have a poll with the possible choices on my profile but I plan on having a MAX of 5 girls, I was thinking closer to 3 or 4 though. Here are the girls in the running:

Ann Takamaki

Futaba Sakura

Haru Okumura

Kasumi (The new red haired girl)

Makoto Niijima

Sae Niijima

Shiho Suzui

Tae Takemi

Other Confidants (DM Me)

I haven't decided on the other female confidants, but enough people want them, I'll add them for sure. I plan on having people vote on who is in it, so make sure to fill out the poll on my profile. :)

Other News:

Along with this story, I also plan on writing a Bleach x My Hero Academia story. And maybe a Haikyuu or Pokemon story. I wanna branch out to stuff besides Bleach cause I like a lot of different fandoms and shows so we'll see. Maybe I'll write something a little fluffier.

I'm gonna try really hard to add a chapter to at least 1 of my stories per week. I wrote this chapter in like 2 days or so, and with literally EVERYTHING cancelled I'm out of excuses not to write. So if you like my writing style or any of the things I write about, definitely follow my profile.

I won't guarantee this story will get updated every week, I'll work on it when I feel motivated to, but I'm committed to not going 16 days without updating a story. At least for now, I might go on a week break here and there if I get burnt out.

Also, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WILL SOMEONE BETA MY STORIES. I'm just kidding, but seriously, if I had it beta reader it would really help these stories get written faster.

If you came here from my Shounen Book 1: Colliding Fates, don't worry, that story is still getting updated. I apologize for making you all wait and I actually feel bad about it.

Finally I hope everyone is staying home and staying safe. These are crazy times, but there's no better time than right now to stay inside and read.

Please review and follow! It really helps me write a better story. Write anything, positive or negative (But mostly positive) as long as it's constructive, if it's spam or flames imma just remove it.

Anyways, I've rambled long enough, hope y'all have a good night! Stay safe :)