Since the dawn of time, man has had many a way of knowing when one is completely and utterly fucked. One such way was the tried and true method of being surrounded by angry looking people with pointy objects. Yes, it was quite the easy way to tell indeed.

Accusing them of tardiness was just icing on the cake, but who wants cake without icing? Not me, that's for damn sure! So I put that shit on thicc!

"So how are you going to make it up to me, huh?" I demanded, pointing at them accusingly. Oh yeah, pointing at the people with pointy objects while accusing them of things helped with the fuckery as well.

Now you know. You're welcome.

"Are we sure this ain't Hiyori?" asked one of them. Rose? Or was it Love? I can never remember which of them is which. Damn background characters not having the common decency of being memorable.

He had hair in the shape of a star. You'd think that would be enough to remember his damn name, but nope. He was also wearing a green tracksuit and sunglasses.

At night…

Fucking weirdo.

"I'm fairly certain. They sure have her attitude down, whoever they are," said another one. The one with long, blonde hair that just exuded feminine energy. He was wearing some kind of frilly dress shirt with a fancy jacket over top. He looked like he belonged at the opera, not a dirty warehouse.

"That ain't no joke," said the first one. Nice to know they can talk about me like I'm not even here.

"That's enough," stated none other than the boss man, Shinji himself. Finally, someone with at least a little main character energy. Not as much as the main character, Ichigo, but enough that I knew who the hell he was at least.

And was that a highschool uniform he was wearing? Damn, was he having a mid life crisis or something? Poor guy…

"Tell me, just who are you?" he asked, with a steely eyed glare. And you know what, on any other occasion, I might have been somewhat intimidated, but I was 100% fed up with today's bullshit.

My balls may have been somewhere else but they were made of metal. Not brass, but full on, heat treated steel.

"Name's Ushio, squinty eyes. Who the hell are you?"

-2 Affection to Shinji Hirako (-2/100)

+1 Affection to Lisa Yadomaru (1/100)

+1 Affection to Love Aikawa (1/100)

+1 Affection to Rose Otoribashi (1/100)

Worth it.

"Squinty eyes, huh? That's a new one," siad Shinji with an air of false calm. Something that wasn't aided by the sniggers of his comrades.

"But you have to admit, it suits you," stated Lisa. The others only snickered harder at this, and Shinji's eye began to twitch.

"Ah shut up. Now then, Mr. Ushio. Just what in the hell are you doing in my friend's body?" he asked. There was a serious note of accusation there. Did Shinnji have feelings for little miss chainsaw? I can't remember, but that look on his face made me want to cuck him.

"That's a long story involving a little girl, curry, and copious amounts of food poisoning," I stated, while Shinji just raised an eyebrow.

"That right? And where's Hiyori now?" he asked. Now that made me raise my own eyebrow. Could he not sense the pure rage coming from the warehouse behind him? Hell, I think it was starting to leak a rage fueled miasma at this point.

"Seriously? She's right behind you," I said, in as bland a tone as I could muster. Honestly, were they that incompetent?

"What are you-" but before he could finish what I'm sure was a stupid question, an angry roar could be heard coming from the building behind him. Shinji whipped his head around, along with the others, staring at the warehouse in shock.

"What? But why couldn't I sense her?" he questioned. It was a good one, I have to admit. It was almost like someone was interfering with them. I wonder who that could be?

*Giggle*

…Don't you ever make that sound again.

"Who knows, but that's definitely her. And it feels like she lost control of her Inner Hollow," stated Lisa, who now had a bead of sweat rolling down her face.

Wait a minute… her Inner Hollow? But I thought she was possessed by the Big Dick Gods?

*Giggle*

Goddamn it I told you not to make that sound again! Wait, are you trying to say you were fucking with me earlier and this isn't the work of the Big Dick Gods?

Maybe…

But why?

Because it's hilarious.

Ok, that checks out. Hang on, does that also mean you were the one preventing me from gaining the Stealth Skill as well?

Stealth (2/100)

The Ability to hide and move through the world unseen. Useful for getting out of jury duty and avoiding your ex wife.

-Reduces chance of being discovered while sneaking by 2%

-Reduces chance of being discovered while hiding by 2%

-Reduced movement penalty while sneaking by 4%

"...You asshole!" I shouted. The others turned to look at me with surprise on their faces, but I was far too angry at my backstabbing Game System to give a damn.

"Excuse me? Who's an asshole?" asked Shinji with narrowed eyes.

"I wasn't talking to you!"

"Then who were you talking to?"

"The voices in my head!"

Yeah, not the best way to put it, but in my defense, I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

"...Oh great, you're crazy. Isn't that just wonderful," Shinji said, sarcasm just oozing off of his person.

"I don't want to hear that from you, Mr. Stranger Danger!" I shouted back. Seriously, he looked like the kind of guy parents warn their children to stay away from at the park.

"Stranger Danger?" he asked, bewildered. I was about to comment further, but Lisa interrupted us.

"I hate to break this up, but we have a serious problem," she stated. It seems that Hiyori now had their full attention. Or at least 90% of it. The other 10% was on me, but I was clearly the lesser threat, even in Hiyori's body.

"That ain't no joke. Hiyori normally has pretty good control of her Hollow. Wonder what could have made her lose control like that?" asked the star hair guy. Really need to find out that guy's name.

"Indeed. What a distasteful melody. So full of anger," said the feminine guy.

"Ain't she normally full of anger though?" asked the weirdo wearing sunglasses at night.

"Hm… You do have a point," stated filly shirt.

"Damn, just what we needed," whined Shinji with a sigh, before his eyes returned to me. "So, you have any idea what triggered her to lose control?"

"Ah, well… maybe…" I said while looking away. But it seems they weren't keen on me leaving it at that.

"Ok, look. I may have hit her in the balls with a rock. But that's it!" I said, trying to defend myself. But when I say it out loud, it sounds pretty stupid.

And I damn sure wasn't going to mention how touchy feely I may have gotten in her body. Nope, not going to mention that at all.

"You did what?" asked Shinji with genuine shock. The others seemed just as surprised. Well, I suppose it isn't everyday a girl gets hit in the balls. Not unless you live in Bangkok.

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"There were extenuating circumstances, I assure you," I said, trying to placate them. But considering Hiyori lost her proverbial shit, it didn't seem to be working.

"I bet. After this is over, you and I are going to have a nice, long chat. Got it?" stated Shinji.

"Can it wait? I have school tomorrow," I asked.

"No."

Damn jerk. School was already going to be hell tomorrow, and now it was going to be even worse. It was looking like my first day was going to be a coffee fueled drag.

Was this what the System meant by surviving the first day?

"Fine, whatever. Let's just get this over with," I grumbled.

"Good. Hacchi, when Hiyori shows up, I want you to trap her with Bakudō," commanded Shinji.

"Understood," stated a somewhat dopey voice from behind me. I turned my head to see a large man around 8 fucking feet tall and as round as a beach ball, wearing a green tuxedo. But the weirdest part was his hair.

It was fucking pink! And so was his mustache! Man, he looked way dumber in real life. But still, Hacchi was cool, so I won't rag on him too much. Not sure how I didn't see him earlier though…

"Alright, when Hacchi has her restrained, the rest of us need to remove her mask and get her under control," Shinji said.

"Of course," stated the long haired guy.

"You got it boss," said tracksuit.

"If I must," said Lisa.

"Let's do this," I said with enthusiasm. The others just turned to me with blank stares.

"You won't be participating," said Shinji, in a tone that matched the look on his face.

"Oh come on, I can help! Besides, it's my body she stole, and I intend to fight for it!"

"No means no."

"Just listen you squinty eyed dick! Hiyori is after me, so use me as bait! She'll have less of a chance of escaping or dodging if her entire focus is on me," I said. They shared a look between them, pondering my suggestion.

"Ya know, it ain't a bad idea," said sunglasses.

"Indeed, the suggestion holds merit," said frilly shirt.

Shinji himself seemed to think it over, staring hard at the warehouse that held Hiyori. He needed to decide fast because she could burst out of there at any moment.

"Well, Shinji?" asked Lisa.

A few more seconds ticked by, before he seemed to make up his mind. "Fine, we'll use you as bait. But I'm watching you, so don't try anything funny," he threatened. I just rolled my eyes and gave him a mock salute.

"Aye, aye, mon capitaine."

With the plan decided, the others hid while I waited out in the open. In retrospect, this was a very stupid idea on my part. Who knows what she would do when she saw me, or if the others could even react in time. Hell, I didn't even know if they would help.

For all I knew, they could let her rip me a new one before jumping in. I didn't think they would do that, considering it was their comrade on the line, but still, you never know. I did piss off their leader.

I just have a way with people, you know?

-New Quest-

Rescue Hiyori

Hiyori has been possessed by her Inner Hollow and it's all your fault. What are you going to do about it?

Reward

-Gain 5 Affection with Hiyori Sarugaki

-Gain 5 Affection with the rest of the Visoreds

-Gain 500 exp

-Gain 1 Upgrade Token

-Gain 5 Spirit

-Evolutionary path unlocked: Visored

Failure

-Death of Hiyori Sarugaki

-Your body is destroyed

-Visoreds will become your enemy

Accept?

[Yes] [No]

Whoa now, that's a lot to throw at a guy all at once. And just what do you mean by Evolutionary Path? Does this mean I would become a Visored? I wasn't even a Soul Reaper yet! I feel like I'm skipping a step or two here.

Not to even mention what would happen if I failed this Quest that I also could not skip. I don't want any of those things to happen.

You can only become a Visored when you have attained a certain level as a Soul Reaper and have conquered your Inner Hollow. When these conditions are met, only then can you become a Visored.

Alright, I guess that makes sense. Don't want to give me too much power right off the bat. I mean, wouldn't mind, but you do you. Also, I'm surprised you even gave me this Quest, considering how you fucked with me earlier.

I did not intend to. However, I have been informed that I may not withhold functions due to my own personal animosity. Therefore, this Quest is to make up for that.

I see. So it's your way of apologizing without having to say it. But hang on, does that mean you're not in trouble for lying, only for messing with my Skills?

Correct. Nobody cares if I lie, so long as it does not interfere with my functions. They actually found it amusing.

Fine, whatever, I'll take it. But I've got my eye on you.

Now then, onto more important matters. Namely, a very angry girl with a staunch desire to see me into the afterlife. And not in a nice way either.

So there I stood, arms crossed and fearless, waiting in a clear open space for my doom. But for some reason, Hiyori isn't appearing. Weird, considering her Hollow should be going on a rampage.

Maybe it had more self control than I thought? Or maybe Hiyori's was that bad that a Hollow was tame by comparison? But that didn't make sense either, considering it was her Hollow!

Well whatever, guess I just have to draw them out. And what better way than to use the gift of gab I've been blessed with.

"You know, I sure am glad I'm all alone right now! I can touch my sexy little body all I want without anyone seeing!" I shouted out, and I swear I could hear somebody growl. Whether that was Hiyori or one of the others, I have no idea.

What I did know is that Hiyori has still yet to show herself. But she could only control her temper for so long, no matter who was in control of my body. Her or the Hollow.

"Oh, but maybe it would be better with an audience! And it's so hot out, maybe I should strip and run through town! That would cool me off for sure!"

And with that threat came another growl, this one far louder and more aggressive. I'm almost positive it was Hiyori. Time to bring it home and lure an angry monster out in the open.

"You know what, fuck it! You only live once, right!? Maybe I should just find a party and have an orgy!? Doesn't that sound like fun!?"

Yeah that did it. But you know, I expected her to come busting out of the same window as I did, or a different one at the very least, but it seems Hiyori had other plans. She came busting right through the fucking wall with debris flying everywhere.

And she looked just a tad bit different as well. Her face, or mine really, was covered by her ogre mask, which looked a lot more terrifying on my body. But that wasn't what was most concerning.

No, that had to be the fact that part of her body was covered in a white, gooey substance that seemed to drip onto the ground. If I remember correctly, that was a sign that her Inner Hollow was taking over, which was what Shinji speculated was happening.

Guess it wasn't the Big Dick Gods afterall. Honestly, that was a relief. I owed them a lot, and I'd rather stay on their good side. Assuming they even exist.

I could practically feel the hatred wafting off of the monster in front of me as I stared it down. I'd like to say I do so without an ounce of fear, but that would be a lie. I was seconds away from shitting my pants.

But I didn't. Instead, I stood firm, facing down the demon I accidentally created, with completely clean underwear. Which is also good, because it isn't my underwear I'd be shitting in. I'm in enough trouble as it is, no need to add any more fuel to the fire.

At least not unintentionally.

"Hey, fancy meeting you here. You come for the orgy?" I asked with a cocky grin. The Hollow in front of me let out a deafening screech, I covered my ears, desperate to keep the voice out.

It helped, but only a little.

"I'll take that as a no," I said when the scream was finally over. The beast then crouched low, and I knew it was about to charge. Sure enough, that's exactly what it did. It sprinted at me far faster than my body should be able to move.

You know, I'm really starting to regret my hair brained plan here. Seeing a vicious monster charge at you really puts things in a new perspective. A very scary perspective.

And just where the hell were my so-called allies? Weren't they supposed to trap this thing in some kind of barrier? That is what Bakudō is, isn't it?

So where they hell are they!?

Closer and closer I saw my doom approach, and still I didn't hear or see hide nor hair of them. They didn't actually abandon me, did they? But this was Hiyori's body! What the hell?

….Any day now people!

…It's seriously getting close!

…Do something you mother fuckers!

The beast leapt for me and I shut my eyes, waiting to feel it rip and tear into my body. But thankfully, I wasn't actually hung out to dry. I saw five bright, golden balls of light ascend into the sky, before transforming into steel pillars.

"Walls of Iron sand, a priestly pagoda, glowing ironclad fireflies. Standing upright, silent to the end. Bakudō #75: Gochūtekkan!"

The steel pillars in the sky rapidly descended and slammed into Hiyori's body, trapping her underneath. She screamed angrily and violently as she struggled against the bindings. But it was no use, she was trapped.

The rest of the Visoreds appeared. Or most of them anyway. Mashiro and the silver haired guy were still missing, but other than that, they were all assembled.

"Well, that went better than expected," stated Shinji as he calmly strolled into view. He had that same cocksure grin on his face, like he hadn't a care in the world.

I can see why Hiyori hit him so much.

"You sure took your sweet time. I almost shit myself!" I yelled at him. But the bastard merely pretended to clean out his ears. That's it, I'm kicking his ass!

"Are we really sure that isn't Hiyori?" whispered sunglasses.

"Hmm, you know, I'm not so sure anymore," stated femboy.

"They are eerily similar," commented Lisa.

"I can hear you!" I yelled at them. But I was completely ignored.

The group approached the still enraged Hollow as it snarled at them with drool covering its bony mouth. Gross.

"So now what?" asked Lisa, standing a ways behind Shinji. The yellow haired former Captain squatted down, staring at Hiyori through his half lidded eyes.

"Now, we just have to get that mask off her face," he said, reaching for it. But Hiyori wasn't about to just play nice, and tried to bite him. She missed, unfortunately.

"Tsk, stop being such a pain," Shinji said, as grabbed a hold of her mask. He started to pull and I figured that was it. This Freaky Friday bullshit was about to come to an end.

But of course, things are never that simple. As hard as Shinji pulled, the mask never budged. Not a single centimeter.

"You've got to be kidding me," Shinji ground out as he struggled to get the mask off. But it was to no avail. Eventually, his hand slipped and he went tumbling backwards.

"You alright," asked spiky afro. Shinji sat up and rubbed his head.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but we need to find a way to get that off of her," he said.

"Should we all pull together?"

Shinji didn't reply to him, but he did seem deep in thought, even as more of the white substance began to encroach my possessed body. I hope they come up with something soon, because I liked that body.

It was just so bald and sexy. But maybe, if they couldn't get it off, I could.

"Maybe I should try?" I suggested, and they all turned to me, once more with skeptical eyes.

"And what could you do that we can't? You're the reason she's in this mess," asked Shinji, with more than a little hostility in his voice. I mean, he's not entirely wrong, but he's not entirely right either. I'd say Hiyori and I were about equal in the blame department.

"I don't know, but considering we're in each other's bodies, maybe that could act as a catalyst to get that thing off of her,'' I said. I tried not to sound too hostile, but I didn't like Shinji's attitude. Not like I intended for any of this to happen.

Shinji opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, another voice interrupted him.

"Well, you're certainly on the right track."

Looking up, I saw a blonde haired man standing there, wearing a dark green samue with a black haori over it. The cloak had white diamonds patterned along the bottom. In his right hand was a wooden cane, and he had a pair of wooden sandals on his feet.

And on his head was a white and green bucket hat. There was also a black cat perched comfortably on his shoulder.

"Tsk, Kisuke…" mumbled Shinji, and my eyes widened.

Looks like shit was about to get real.