A short Prologue
Time Set: One year after the Winter War, Aizen is defeated. No fullbring arc.
Pairings: Ichihime, Renruki, (possibly more as the story continues.
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He hadn't seen it coming of course, because if he had he wouldn't be where he was now; standing over his beaten and bloody corpse as red headlights vanished in the distance. It was by some miracle his badge had been between him and the bumper. The moment the car made the slightest contact, the badge pressed into his thigh and forced him out of his body just before the tires ran over his neck and legs.
It went dark for just a moment before he woke up at least a yard or two away. He saw a blurry figure stop by his body and give it a nudge with his shoe before rushing back into his car. And by the time he stood, it was screeching away. On the sidewalk, a mother embraced her child and hid his face from the grusome sight. A small blue ball rolled uselessly away into the bushes. Men and women who had seen the incident looked on horrified, frozen in time. They couldn't believe what had just occured in front of them anymore than he could.
He was in a state of shock, staring at his own corpse.
Whatever happened to his soul would be mirrored on his body - it was one of the first things he learned as a Shinigami. But he also knew his body was far more fragile than his soul, and stepping into it now would be a true death. Considering what he had withstood before, it was almost an insult that he had been struck down by a car.
In the background he could hear screaming start, and frantic shouts for someone to call an ambulance. It was too late for that now, judging by the angle his neck was currently forced into the crash would have killed him instantly.
Ichigo Kurosaki was deceased.