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the sun shone brightly down on the small town of Kakura illuminating a playground full of children laughing happily in a wide scale game of tag.

It was a rather depressing sight.

Not the children playing, but if you look half a block down and slightly to the left you'll see what appears to be the burnt out remains of an old hospital clinic, where the sunlight seems to have neglected.

Kakura town happended to be known as one of the most haunted places in Japan, and although this particular building looked like a prime haunting sight for the odd insane spectar, threre were none to be found on the premicis.

Unless of course you count the slumped slightly transparent figure dressed in black standing in the middle of what once may have been a kitchen or sitting room.

The figure sighed, forlorned, and the circle of un-sun-light swirled darkly.

The sound of cheery whistleing filled the otherwise silent lot.

The spector took no notice until the whistler was standing right beside him.

He looked up to discover that the cheery person, who had no right to be cheery in such an un-cheery and dark place, was a rather plane ditzy looking teenage girl.

The only thing that made her stand out from other ditzy teenage girls was the fact that she could apparently see our haunting pal, as her brown eyes hadn't left his own.

"You're Kurosaki Ichigo, right?"

The spectar's eyes widended marginally, but he nodded.

The girl squealed in joy, causing all the glassware within a mile radius to ring.

"OhmygoshIjustloveyousomuch!!!!You'resoawsomeandihatehoweveryone'sdead,butIhaveanideatofixitall,sodon'tworry!!!!!!"

The shinigami's eyebrows were threatening to dissapear into his orange hairline.

The fangirl took a deep breath to calm herself.

"Sorry about that, I just got carried away," she took another deep breath and cleared her throat.

"Let's start again, hi, my name's not important right now and I already know everything about you, so introductions are unnecessary. I'm here to offer you a proposition: how would you like to redo your life? Like travel back and fix it all?"

The ghost looked at her in a way that would have caused anyone else to repeat themselves, and finally finding that he had infact heard what he thought he heard he spoke.

"You're insane."

The girl nodded profusely, "That is probably true, but you havn't answered my question yet. Do you want to redo your life?"

The spectar shrugged, deciding to humor the crazy person for now (this inwardly made him cringe when he realized just how lonely he had been).

"Sure, who doesn't want a second chance?"

the girl smiled widely and brought her hands together in a loud resounding clap that echoed across the dreary landscape.

"Great!"

A portal of light appeared behind the ghost, who quickly found himself being booted into it.

It closed with a satisfied sizzle, that under the right circumstances could have been a bealch.

Still smirking the girl pulled out a cell phone, punched in some numbers and brought it to her ear.

"Hi, Kubo-san, it's me again. I just wanted to thank you again for letting me steal Ichigo for a bit. I hope this makes you realize that I am the better author suited to write Bleach."

"Ha Ha, very funny. That money you promised better be in my bank account, and those pictures better be burned. I want the ashes mailed to me by Monday."

"Already done and mailed. Pleasure doing business with you. Have a nice day!"

"Ya, you too. Oh, and by the way you still don't own Bleach. Ja!"

the dead sound of a phone being quickly hung up permiated the silence, until it was broken by an intense scream that had no top nor bottom.

Else where a carrot topped nine year old sat in the rain by a river.

He blinked slowly, first looking at his stubby hands and skinned knees, then up into the shielded sky.

"What the fuck just happended?"

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next time: Ichigo decides that he wasn't smoking something funny, and decided what he will do to change the terrible future ahead of him.