A Normal Day [Chapter 2]
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esp_dragonFandom: Bleach/ Jackie Chan Adventures crossover
Summary: [Pre-canon] The Kurosaki family are on holiday in America. Ichigo thought that it would be a quiet one. Well, it was, save for one incident. Now it's Isshin's turn.
Rating: K
Notes: Well, so much for this being a one-shot. It was a cross between who could go to Uncle's shop for Isshin and Yuzu. I used Isshin because I just thought that it'd be funnier.
I feel like Isshin's OOC. =/ I haven't read the latest chapters so I don't know how he acts when he's y'know, serious. Unless you don't see him again after he helps Kon.
I'm not sure about the bead curtain being there. Hey, it's been, what, three years since I last saw an episode?Same as beyblade, but I can actually find info in JCA >__<
I may have a timeline for JCA, if very sketchy. Prolly not though.
And I may have upgraded Uncle a little bit but ah well. :D
^^; I already know what's going to happen in the next chapter. Ish. But I know who's going to be in it at least.
Kinda spoiler for later manga chapters.
Genre: Humour
Word count: 598
Status: Work in Progress
Isshin Kurosaki pushed the door open to Uncle's Rare Finds and breathed in the musty smell. Ichigo, Karin and Yuzu had left in a group to see Coit Tower - Ichigo had found it earlier when the rest of the family had stayed at the ice-cream parlor.
The reason why Isshin was in the antique shop was because he wanted to buy a souvenir. Why would he want to buy something that every other tourist had when he could buy something (which was just a little bit more expensive) that was one-of-a-kind? It made perfect sense.
At a glance, the shop was devoid of any other people. He shrugged. It meant that there was more chance of him finding something that he wanted.
Isshin had been browsing for only a minute when he heard a bead curtain being moved and someone walking into the room.
"Welcome to Uncle's shop," a male voice changed by experience and age said. "Is there-" The voice stopped abruptly with a gasp.
A little confused and worried for the man, Isshin looked over his shoulder. The man at the counter had grey hair and glasses with no legs perched on the top of his nose. He was regarding Isshin suspiciously.
"Who are you?" the man asked carefully.
Isshin turned and bowed a little to the man, making sure that he was smiling and trying to not seem completely confused by the question. Why would a shopkeeper want to know his name? "Isshin Kurosaki." Before he could say anything else, the man asked another question.
"What are you?"
The smile on Isshin's lips froze momentarily and he blinked. "Ah, excuse me?" He couldn't possibly know, could he? And how was he going to answer?
The bead curtain moved again. "Uncle!" a younger man scolded lightly. He grinned at Isshin in apology. "I'm sorry. Uncle sometimes, well - ow!" He was stopped from explaining any further by the old man sharply hitting him with two fingers on the forehead. He rubbed the spot with practice.
"Uncle doesn't imagine!" the old man said. "Uncle senses. His chi isn't human," he declared as he was ushered into the back by his nephew. "Aiee-yaah! He's after the talismans!" His nephew instantly shushed him and sent an uneasy smile to Isshin over his shoulder.
When they were in the back-room, Isshin stiffled a sigh of relief. The 'old' man -he really should stop referring to him as old, considering his own age- didn't know what he was.
He then began to think about what the man had said. The talismans. Isshin knew of the talismans vaguely. If the talismans that he was thinking about were the same as the ones the man was talking about... But that would be impossible. The talismans had been scattered around the globe and most of the texts about it were lost over nine-hundred years ago.
Although...
Isshin's eyes wandered along the shelves. This was an antiques shop. There could be a chance that books about the history of the talismans or even a talisman itself ending up in a place like this.
A swish of a bead curtain. It was the younger man. "Don't mind Uncle. He, um, likes reading fantasy novels." The man smiled nervously. "Are you trying to find anything in particular?"
"No." Isshin shook his head. As long as Shendu wasn't anywhere near (he was still petrified and in China of course) no-one would know what the talismans could do. There would be no need to buy them from the antique shop, would there?
Isshin went back to his browsing.
Summary: [Pre-canon] The Kurosaki family are on holiday in America. Ichigo thought that it would be a quiet one. Well, it was, save for one incident. Now it's Isshin's turn.
Rating: K
Notes: Well, so much for this being a one-shot. It was a cross between who could go to Uncle's shop for Isshin and Yuzu. I used Isshin because I just thought that it'd be funnier.
I feel like Isshin's OOC. =/ I haven't read the latest chapters so I don't know how he acts when he's y'know, serious. Unless you don't see him again after he helps Kon.
I'm not sure about the bead curtain being there. Hey, it's been, what, three years since I last saw an episode?
I may have a timeline for JCA, if very sketchy. Prolly not though.
And I may have upgraded Uncle a little bit but ah well. :D
^^; I already know what's going to happen in the next chapter. Ish. But I know who's going to be in it at least.
Kinda spoiler for later manga chapters.
Genre: Humour
Word count: 598
Status: Work in Progress
Isshin Kurosaki pushed the door open to Uncle's Rare Finds and breathed in the musty smell. Ichigo, Karin and Yuzu had left in a group to see Coit Tower - Ichigo had found it earlier when the rest of the family had stayed at the ice-cream parlor.
The reason why Isshin was in the antique shop was because he wanted to buy a souvenir. Why would he want to buy something that every other tourist had when he could buy something (which was just a little bit more expensive) that was one-of-a-kind? It made perfect sense.
At a glance, the shop was devoid of any other people. He shrugged. It meant that there was more chance of him finding something that he wanted.
Isshin had been browsing for only a minute when he heard a bead curtain being moved and someone walking into the room.
"Welcome to Uncle's shop," a male voice changed by experience and age said. "Is there-" The voice stopped abruptly with a gasp.
A little confused and worried for the man, Isshin looked over his shoulder. The man at the counter had grey hair and glasses with no legs perched on the top of his nose. He was regarding Isshin suspiciously.
"Who are you?" the man asked carefully.
Isshin turned and bowed a little to the man, making sure that he was smiling and trying to not seem completely confused by the question. Why would a shopkeeper want to know his name? "Isshin Kurosaki." Before he could say anything else, the man asked another question.
"What are you?"
The smile on Isshin's lips froze momentarily and he blinked. "Ah, excuse me?" He couldn't possibly know, could he? And how was he going to answer?
The bead curtain moved again. "Uncle!" a younger man scolded lightly. He grinned at Isshin in apology. "I'm sorry. Uncle sometimes, well - ow!" He was stopped from explaining any further by the old man sharply hitting him with two fingers on the forehead. He rubbed the spot with practice.
"Uncle doesn't imagine!" the old man said. "Uncle senses. His chi isn't human," he declared as he was ushered into the back by his nephew. "Aiee-yaah! He's after the talismans!" His nephew instantly shushed him and sent an uneasy smile to Isshin over his shoulder.
When they were in the back-room, Isshin stiffled a sigh of relief. The 'old' man -he really should stop referring to him as old, considering his own age- didn't know what he was.
He then began to think about what the man had said. The talismans. Isshin knew of the talismans vaguely. If the talismans that he was thinking about were the same as the ones the man was talking about... But that would be impossible. The talismans had been scattered around the globe and most of the texts about it were lost over nine-hundred years ago.
Although...
Isshin's eyes wandered along the shelves. This was an antiques shop. There could be a chance that books about the history of the talismans or even a talisman itself ending up in a place like this.
A swish of a bead curtain. It was the younger man. "Don't mind Uncle. He, um, likes reading fantasy novels." The man smiled nervously. "Are you trying to find anything in particular?"
"No." Isshin shook his head. As long as Shendu wasn't anywhere near (he was still petrified and in China of course) no-one would know what the talismans could do. There would be no need to buy them from the antique shop, would there?
Isshin went back to his browsing.