Disclaimers are stupid. If I owned Bleach I definitely would not be writing this on a non-profit, fanfiction site. -_-

This story basically revolves around reincarnation. Each chapter will be a one shot [sometimes two shot] in an alternate universe, dimension, world, setting, etc. I don't know if reincarnation exists, personally I don't actually believe in it, but I just thought this would be a cute series-ish kind of thing. The main pairing is IchiHitsu [Ichigo x Toshiro], though there will be other characters and side pairings.

~The first time I met you, there was war and chaos, but we found love together anyways~

Kurosaki Ichigo remembers many things, ever since the day he was born he could remember things he had never actually experienced. He could remember his younger sisters, his father, his mother, and the days they all died. He could remember the cries at his mother's funerals when he was nine. The day he became something stronger, and the girl who made him so. He remembers the wind rushing in his ears as he jumped through the sky and the comforting weight of the sword against his back.

He remembers the brown hair of the evil man who tried to kill so many of his friends. He can picture in his mind the look of fear on Toshiro's face when had stabbed his sister instead of that devil. He can still feel the rage when he watched the white haired angel fall out of the sky, because of that man.

If one were to ask him -which they wouldn't because only he knows of the life he lived before- he would be able describe perfectly the very first moment he laid eyes on the white haired boy. Well, he was a captain then, only a boy in the physical sense. The white hair and teal eyes are the most prominent part of his memories, especially the moment they fell in love. He could describe the feel of those petal lips during their first kiss, and the many that followed. He could tell of the soft, cold feel of that porcelain skin against his own during their first time, and many more facts about his one true love. His first life was full of adventure, pain, war, ruin, love, and friendship. It hurt him most to remember the day he and his beloved died.

~The second time I met you, I was losing hope on ever finding you~

Now, though, Ichigo's life could be described as boring, dull even. He had gone through elementary and had graduated high school; now he was studying medicine in Tokyo. It wasn't the best place to look for someone, he'll admit, but he had no idea where to start. He was already three years into his six year medical degree. He's never so much as caught a glance of the white haired boy from his memories. Ichigo was starting to feel like he would never find him, and has almost given up all hope. Now, he's standing under the awning of a café, watching the rain flood the streets with a scowl on his face.

The redhead sighed through his nose and ran his hands through his hair, "Great. I'm already late to class, but there is no way in hell I am going out in this." He was already soaked to the bone, considering it had started coming down on him a couple blocks before he found cover. He shrugged and shook his hair out, might as well go inside and warm up.

A bell jingled above his head as he entered the little shop, heaving another sigh, Ichigo made his way up to the counter. It was nice and warm inside the tiny store, and he loved the smell of coffee and tea that filled his lungs. He had kept his eyes on the menu above the counter trying to decide what he wanted.

"What can I get for you, sir?" The silky voice of the cashier made him snap his neck down to look at the boy standing before him.

"Uh…" His mouth hung open dumbly as he stared at the person he had been practically looking for since he was old enough to walk. He had the same white hair and pale skin from his memories and everything. Those eyes were way more beautiful in person.

"Mister, are you alright?" the employee was waving his hand in front of Ichigo's face.

"Uhm, sorry… I'll… uh… I'll have a caramel coffee with no whipped cream, please."

"That will be $3.50, then." Ichigo couldn't stop looking at those eyes. "Sir." The cashier said sternly.

"What? Oh! I'm sorry!" He fished out his wallet and the required money to give to the boy, who put it in the cash register. "Sorry…" he muttered one last time.

The boy shot him one last concerned look before turning to make his drink. Ichigo took a quick glance around the café to see the only occupants included him, the boy, and an extremely busty strawberry-blonde asleep at her table. Ichigo took a deep breath and leaned on the counter staring at the boy.

"So, what's your name?" He asked, trying to play it off smoothly, even though his hands were definitely shaking.

The cashier didn't so much as spare him a glance as he muttered Hitsugaya Toshiro back.

"Nice to meet you, Toshiro!" The informal use of his first name caused a glare to be sent at Ichigo before he went back to pouring caramel into the coffee. "I'm Ichigo. Uh, Kurosaki Ichigo."

Ichigo flashed a nervous grin at Toshiro, hoping to ease the awkwardness of the one sided conversation. A blank look was on the shorter boy's face as he set the finished coffee in front of the redhead. Ichigo fidgeted under the stare of the other boy.

"So… uhm… D'you, you know, wanna hang out sometime? Maybe?" Ichigo muttered quickly looking anywhere but those piercing eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date?" he raised a slim eyebrow.

"I mean if you don't want to I'll totally understand. I mean we kind of just met, you probably think I'm creepy, and I'll totally understand if you never want me to come back here, and-"

"Sure." "Wait. What?"

Toshiro sighed and rolled his eyes, "Yes. I would like to go out with you sometime."

"Oh. Oh. Okay, sweet!" Ichigo's grin was close to splitting his face in half as the cute cashier scribbled his number on the side of the foam coffee cup. "Call me sometime." He said as he capped the pen he was using and handed the drink to the redhead.

"Yeah! Yes, totally! I'll do that! See you later, Shiro!" He ran out of the joint waving to Toshiro the entire time; which may or may not have made the light haired worker chuckle. "What a dork."

Toshiro shook his head and started wiping down the counter, a small smile on his face.

Okay! That was the first drabble thingy! I hope you liked it! Please Favorite, Follow, and Review! There will be more to come and I appreciate creative criticism! Thanks for reading!