Moving Day........Meet the crew

Ichigo Ansho-So sighed as he walked along the with Ingo and into the place he would be staying. The week well.....week and a half passed before he'd be moving in with Ingo not that he minded although Ingo looked like he was planning for something to happen not long after the move in what Ichi wasn't sure but he was certain the cunning fox would get his way one way or another.

Although once he walked in with Ingo he paused as some guy was lounging in Ingo's living room as if he owned the place and suddenly Ichi was curious as to who the guy was and why it looked like he had decided that since Ingo was gone for a week it was his time to move in. Ichi decided to say nothing maybe this was already Ingo's roommate or something and did that mean he'd make a crowd?

He had been here since yesterday, had been looking for Ingo only find that the asshole was still with his 'precious Little'. So, instead of going home like any other person would have done, he crashed here, and had simply not wanted to return to his own empty apartment. Not, mind you, that he couldn't fix the 'empty' part in a matter of minutes. He simply liked being close to Ingo more than he did being home.

Looking away from the TV, he looked at the one Ingo had made such a big deal about and sneered. "You're the one he made such a big fucking deal about? Not sure why..." he said lowly, but sat up, then stood up and moved, vanishing and reappearing in front of Ichigo. Silent, every one of his movements were completely silent. Not a single sign of him ever moving from one spot to the other.

Leaning in to examine Ichigo, he hummed a little as he looked Ichigo over from head to toe. "I guess you're not bad looking...but I wonder what it was that simply made Ingo have to have you..." he mused lowly as his emerald green eyes gazed at Ichigo's.

Ichigo went from looking 'relaxed' for him in other words he looked neutral, before his trademark scowl came into place. The guy flittered about the room like a damn ghost appearing disappearing and then he didn't just? He did.....

Ichigo had staggered back though when the guy was suddenly leaning in his face having not seen that one before saying something about him being not bad looking and what was it that simply made Ingo have to have him....

Ichigo's answer within the next three seconds his fist came into sharp contact with the flittering asshole's jaw hard sending him flying. "Fuck this shit.....I didn't come here just to have this fucker acting like a damn ghost! You wanna tell me who the hell he is?" Ichigo said as he held his hand out a moment longer closed fist going open only enough to point at Mister 'Flitter' who was annoying the hell out of him at the moment.

Chuckling, he vanished just before the fist actually connected, the only thing left was an illusion of him. "Ah, ah...no hitting" he said lowly, waving his index finger in a 'tisking' manner as he appeared a few feet away from the now faded illusion.

Ingo chuckled lowly as he walked into the living room from the bedroom. "Crow, I thought I asked you not to tease him?" he asked lowly as he looked at the one who Ichigo had been talking about.

Crow sighed and flopped down on the couch again. "I can't help it...I just want to know what the hell the big fuss is about him..." he said lowly, pouting as if he were a small child.

Sighing, Ingo turned to look at Ichigo. "That fucker is Crow...he's a long time friend of mine...and a very odd one at times...you'll have to forgive him...he wasn't trying to make you upset..."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he said as he looked over his bags slung over one shoulder. Bags....being clothes and books all Ingo had said he'd need. He glanced back at the figure on the couch now sulking like a petulant child. "Is the asshole gonna keep doing that shit?" he said as his golden brown eyes looked warily at the figure there....now with Ningyoshi gone it was safe for Ichi to move about freely.....of course....the problem was.

Ichi was still uneasy with the whole moving into Ingo's apartment thing.....moving in with Mujo and Zuma was fine that was safe. There was this whole 'I'm gonna eat you up look' That kept appearing and disappearing on Ingo's face and that......had Ichi worried in his own right. Since his heart and soul happily let Ingo come waltzing in past the Worm Eater......

Ingo looked back at Crow and shook his head and looked back at Ichigo. "He can't help the silent movements...it's how he was trained...you'll adjust or he'll make some noise to warn you he's around...as for his personality...that never stops..." he said lowly, shrugging.

Crow, in the mean time, went back to staring at the TV screen, making it seem like he was ignoring Ingo. He, of course, wasn't, but he was frustrated that he had gotten himself in trouble first thing. And had managed to make a bad impression all ready.

"I didn't mean to..." he mumbled lowly as he stared at the TV screen with a bored expression. "I was just playing..."

Ingo shook his head and plucked Ichigo's bags from his hand and slung them over his shoulder, and turned walking towards the hallway. "Make nice Ichigo...you hurt his feelings..." he said lowly, but a tad bit sarcastically.

Ichigo stared as Ingo told him to make nice. Make nice really? "HEY ASSHOLE!" Ichigo said in a irritated tone. "And how the hell do you expect me to do that?" Ichigo flipped off Ingo's back so very irritated at the moment it caused the smallest of spikes in his energy a high but a low one. A ripple passed through the room new place, new surroundings and make nice?

"Considering I didn't try to send him to hell I'd say I was being nice!" Ichigo countered since Ingo would know very well what Ichi meant by that.....that he wasn't trying to kill the guy who was flickering about the room and send him to an early grave he was being good.....Ichigo though looked at the man sitting on the couch warily. "Shit.....".....Nice? How the hell did one play nice?

Without turning around, Ingo returned the gesture behind his back as he walked away, and vanished into the hallway.

Crow, though just sighed and stood up off the couch and moved, this time making it a point to actually make at least a muffled sound when he walked, walking into the kitchen and opened the cabinet and pulled out a glass. He knew better than to try and 'play nice'.

He had already upset Ichigo once, he wasn't going to give himself another chance to do so. So instead, he went into the kitchen and poured himself some dark liquor and took a drink as he put the liquor away, back into the hiding place.

"Fuck this shit." Ichigo muttered he really was an odd ball not thinking of the problem being the guy he just met what the hell was his name again....oh yeah Ingo called him....Crew...Blue....Crow.....it was Crow. How he got his head around Crew and Blue he wasn't sure but Ichigo moved without a sound without disturbing the air and hit the window sill before jumping out stepping off of the air and moving up to the roof where.....once there he proceeded to slam his fist into the stone wall.

The impact made mortar fall to the ground beneath his feet but he didn't care he needed to think and being a punk all his life getting into a street fight now meant fighting another vampire and that wasn't smart or healthy since he was what.....four months maybe five? As Zuma put it no where near skilled or even old enough to get into a fight with older vampires in a gang and survive so the best thing was to cool his head was take it out on the bricks until he could think. Each swing of his fist allowed him to do that though. Think. Focus. Clear his head and his mind after a moment he stepped away from the bricks took a deep breath and began moving through Kata's each step each movement meant to bring him back to center back to balance.

Ichigo moved through each one with his eyes closed. Just breathing. Crow was down there drinking himself to oblivion while Ingo was putting his bags in his room. He was expected to play nice but what the hell was their idea of 'nice'.

He had had a few drinks, nothing to get him drunk...it was hard to get a vampire drunk in the first place. The moment he saw mortar land in his empty glass, he knew someone was up on the roof and had went to go see who.

But the moment he saw who it was, he found himself unable to go back inside. So instead, he stayed there, 'sitting' on a power-line like dog, with the crows that had gathered there to watch Ichigo as he tried to gather his center.

It was odd. He had never felt like this before, but here he was. Hypnotized by this young vampire's movements. Every little muscle ripple, every tiny movement of the boy's chest...he watched it all as if he were under some type of spell....

What was it about this boy that made him cling to the edge of his seat when he moved like that?

Ichigo was aware on some level that he had a 'guest' while he moved but there was no distraction. Hell if he did in his youth his sensei would have kicked his ass. But he continued to move just flowing from one into the other each step each sweep and thrust. Every turn all of them with his eyes closed.

His Sensei a wise man once told him if Kata's were done right they would look like one was dancing by himself. That each movement would flow like the wind through tree's or water through a river steady without interruption or pause. As he felt the unease inside calming felt the turmoil inside of himself calming as well as the massive energy he held that he could not control unless he himself stayed calm.

As he stepped into the final Kata's and moved on taking time to relax and stand there bringing his hands up and down as he inhaled and exhaled, pulling 'good' chi into himself and releasing the 'bad' a few times before. He stopped and cracked open one eye to look at Crow. "What?" And there Ichigo was himself asking bluntly what went through his mind he never meant to be offensive he was just well.....painfully honest.

Crow had been so hypnotized, that it had taken him a few moments to realize that he was being spoken to. Blinking and letting an owlish, confused look wash over his face for a moment, he simply stared at Ichigo. When he was finally aware of what was said, he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Nothing..." he said lowly as he stayed there on the line, keeping his distance.

After a few moments though, he opened his eyes again and spoke lowly, "You do very well...very fluid with your movements..." It was likely one of the first of only a few compliments that Crow had given in his entire lifetime.

Ichigo looked at him about to get annoyed all over again when Crow said nothing. What the hell was that one didn't perch on a wire like that watching another move just to come off and say nothing but before he could finish getting annoyed Crow threw him a curve ball......

Ichigo's golden brown eyes widened just a bit as he looked at Crow before raking his fingers through his 'orange' hair and looking away a heated blush flooding his cheeks. What was that? Very fluid and to be staring at him that way. For once Ichi felt like vampires who weren't Crusnik's had an unfair advantage they could no longer blush.

"Stopped....going when I turned twelve. So it's not as fluid....as it used to be but.....thanks." Ichigo said a bit gruffly not looking at Crow damn him and here he just got his center and what was with blushing? Really serious he was blushing and that annoyed him a bit there....what was wrong with him? Ingo was down there no doubt unaware that Ichigo was currently responding to this vampire after coming to realize that he was in love with the one hidden away in the apartment still he couldn't be in love with two could he? No that wasn't possible.

"You still do very well for one to have only had training up until they were twelve..." he said lowly as his emerald green eyes stared at Ichigo. "I've had longer to train than you...and have mastered seven types...one of which is American Military...." he said as he stood up on the line and simply balanced there.

"If you'd like to...I could show you some things sometime..." he said lowly as he looked at Ichigo, his Nike's making it look more like he was about to plummet to his death than anything as he jacket blew about in the light breeze. "Of course...that's only if you want me to..."

Ichigo looked at him as he said that he did very well considering when his training cut off.....well not counting his insane biological father's idea of greeting him and wake up calls. But that aside Ichi looked at Crow before shoving his hands in his pockets. "Sure" he said as he glanced at Crow seeing him balance there looking as if he was going to fall off at any point no way he should be able to balance on that wire in those sneakers but he was wither that was because he was a vampire of because of his training Ichigo didn't know.

Sure he'd like to learn a few more moves. Learning more never bothered him.....But Ichigo found himself watching Crow at that moment watching the wind playing with his jacket as it tussled his hair some as well.....he was quiet the sight standing there. He swore it had to be some requirement before becoming a vampire. One had to be insanely beautiful first....of course that left him wondering how he fit in to that one. He wasn't insanely beautiful.

Nodding, Crow jumped, making it seem like he had falled short, only to land perfectly on the rooftop in front of Ichigo. "In that case...come at me, attack me...and I'll show you a little right now..." he said lowly, pulling the hood off his head and tossing it to the side as he got into stance, a stance that Ichigo had most likely never seen before, and motioned for him to 'come on'.

The signature glove on his hand, covering his thumb, index, and middle finger while leaving his ring finger and pinkie exposed one of the first things one would focus on in front of him, while the other bare hand was behind him.

Ichigo looked at him as he jumped over and said he'd show him one now, before jumping back and landing to put a small amount of distance between himself and Crow. He didn't take a fighting stance as he looked at him, not at first but after a moment he did. Ichigo moved flickering in low his gaze taking in not just the hands at first but the feet as well as he moved his hand coming to connect with Crow's chest.

To say that Ichigo was a slow learner was wrong but at the same token he knew knew two forms of hand to hand. Traditional Japanese martial arts and down home street fighting.

With one fluid motion, he had turned Ichigo's blow against him and had him flat on his back on the rooftop as he stared down at Ichigo. "Brute force can be harnessed and turned against the user...it is best to attack swiftly and fluidly so that one's power cannot be turned against them..." he explained lowly as he knelled down to look at Ichigo again.

"Fluid as water, yet swift as the river....and violent as the storm..." he said, holding out his hand to Ichigo. "It is what my master taught me..."

Ichigo looked up at him from his resting place on his back. Hearing his words his mind replaying in sharp relief where it was when it happened. Speed for once there was a vast difference between them Ichigo being so much younger didn't have the speed that Crow did there would always be a difference even if he could see it unless he could slow him down this would be the end result. Ichigo on his back. He took the offered hand for help up as he remained silent those words were similar to those of his own master.

Then there was strength Crow's strength was greater add in the higher skill set and training and yet Ichi knew when it came down to it Those very elements weren't always the deciding factor in a fight. There were others as well. But this was not a fight but a lesson. Ichigo nodded as he stood up and looked at Crow. "Right." There was no gruffness in the answer simple acknowledgement. This ironically enough fighting was one of the few places Ichigo felt peace in his heart.

Helping Ichigo up, he smiled at him and chuckled lowly. "You don't have to be so formal...I'm just a punk...not your sensei..." he said lwly as he continued to smile at Ichigo, but let go of his hand after a few lingering seconds.

"Try again...this time, try not to be so forceful...remember, fluid like water, Swift like the river, but violent like the storm..." he said lowly, getting into stance again.

Ichigo had gotten so used to street fighting taking down hard and fast combined with his martial arts that he had forgotten. He would have said right again but there would have been that formal.

Ichigo shifted once again taking a fighting stance, his eyes closed his head slightly bowed as he listened to the heartbeat of the world. The scent of the breeze the feel....the presence of the one before him, his body seeming to go lax relaxing further and further it wasn't about fighting to stay alive anymore it was about remembering the principles of which he had learned how to fight. The reasons....why he had wanted to protect those around him those closest to him.

Why because at the age of five his mother had been killed by a vampire. There was no longer a pulse a heart beating within his chest but.....Ichigo was suddenly gone nothing no whisper of movement before his hand connected with that of Crow's chest he grabbed him shifting and flipping him through the air to send Crow to his back......it was a basic throw a starter move really but it wasn't like....Crow was finished yet either.

Crow smirked and flipped himself over in mid air and had hold of Ichigo's hand, twisting is behind his back. This one learned fast. That was rare to see from someone who was against someone trained to Crow's standards. And to have a blow connect, to be able to seem to simply vanish...it was a hard thing to learn.

"Good...you learn quickly..." he said lowly as he moved in a little and took a deep breath, breathing in Ichigo's scent. "Perhaps that adaptive ability of yours is a saving grace...but don't depend on it for every fight..." he said lowly and lingered there for only a second more before he let go of Ichigo and moved away, walking over to pick up his jacket and donned it once again, in that same 'silly' fashion as he had been wearing it in before.

"Ingo will be worried if we stay up here too much longer..." he said lowly and walked to the edge of the three story house and simply dropped off the edge, vanishing to land on the grass below just as silently as he had moved the first time Ichigo met him.

Ichigo didn't wring his wrist although it did smart a little not something to depend on during every fight and he didn't. That was for sure but that didn't mean he didn't pick up on things didn't learn and adapt quickly although wither he annoyed Crow or impressed him was beyond him. Ichigo moved walking to the edge lightly enough before dropping down lost in thought on his way down towards the grass as well.

He had blown off steam and remembered what it was he was fighting for, that getting caught up in anger and rage wasn't going to help him win fights especially not in his line of work. Ichigo drifted down slowly more like gliding down then falling....why because Crow had mentioned Ingo....and Ichigo could not help but feel guilty like he had been.....flirting with Crow up there.....he hadn't been had he? He hadn't been flirting they had been fighting Crow showing him a few moves it wasn't flirting was it? It couldn't be....as he drifted towards the ground he looked in the direction of Ryu Castle....perhaps cutting out and going there before his head and heart got anymore more confusing on him would be a good thing but for the sake of not worrying Ingo he'd let him know he was going out for a bit.

Ingo looked at Crow and rose an eyebrow. It wasn't something he done normally. The look on his face was clearly asking a question, but it went unspoken. The question was sort of a mix of "Did you get anywhere?", "Did you make a better impression?", and "Did you score?" all rolled into one. It was as if Ingo was, without words, asking Crow, "Did you get any?".

Crow sighed and just looked at Ingo for a few moments before he walked into the living room and flopped back down on the couch. He didn't live here, but he sure felt more at home here.

Ichigo had walked in the door in time to see that look.......that look on Ingo's face one that clearly asked such a question like Ichigo....was the girl in the picture and the buddies were asking so did you get any from her? Or in his case him and he wasn't sure what to think or feel at the moment.

"I'm going for a walk." he announced so very suddenly he might surprise them both but at the moment.....he needed to make sense of this since they both seemed to understand just fine. Hand in his pocket he turned and walked back out the door fully determined to go elsewhere. Yeah he was going to Ryu Castle.

Once outside he moved covering the distance easily enough using his reaper abilities to run he was nearly as fast as Mujo was and as far as Zero.....forget it. But Ichigo arrived at the castle giving neither the vampire or the fox a chance to say anything to his departure.

"Yo Blue........you here? Can I ask you a question?" Ichigo called out upon arrival at Ryu castle walking in the doors and looking about for none other then the vampire King himself. Aoi seemed so very wise when he first met him and if anyone could help him understand just what was going on back there it was Aoi.

Although Ichigo stared as those that worked in the castle and were present in the throne room seemed to as one freeze and slowly turn to look at him with looks that said his ass was grass....whatever he didn't know what there problem was.