"What the hell?" Ichigo thought, attempting to form words to show how confused…and pissed he was. However, for once the orange-haired Shinigami was speechless. His thoughts were hazy, eyes somewhat sleepy, like he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

That was probably because he had woken up in a dorm room in a University.

He groaned, stretching a hand up to rub at his face. "I have no idea what's going on…where am I…?" He tried to pull memories from the depths of his mind, but…everything was hazy. It was like peering through a thick fog…which he couldn't break through no matter what he tried. He soon reached a conclusion – he had no idea what was going on. He couldn't remember… anything. A huge, big, blank pile of nothing.

"Crap…." Ichigo breathed. He just lay there for a few more moments, trying to work out what he should do. Eventually, slowly, he started to climb out of the bed, taking the time to stretch out his limbs. "Damn, I feel so stiff…" He groaned, raising his arms above his head so he could stretch out his entire body. He yawned hugely, rubbing at an eye like a child. "Okay...well…er…I could always see where I am," Ichigo muttered, making the decision. Looking down, he realised he was wearing pyjamas. "Crap. I'd better find something to wear," For the first time, he raised his head to take in his surroundings properly.

The dorm room he was in was small – just large enough to hold his bed, a desk, a closet…and another door, leading to an even smaller bathroom with a toilet and shower. The walls were white washed, giving the room a little of a depressing look. "Man, this room needs a paint job… or at least some posters…" Ichigo thought, walking slowly over to the closet. "This is worth a shot, I guess…" Without further ado, he pulled opened the closet… to discover all his clothes neatly put away. He blinked, seriously not expecting it to be that simple. He shrugged it off, picking up some jeans and a t-shirt at random. Once he was dressed, he left his room, pausing only to lock the door behind him – force of habit, he guessed. He made a mental note of his room number – 415 – just in case he got lost.

Ichigo found himself in a corridor, with a kitchen at the end. He stuck his head in to see if anyone was there…no luck. So he turned and retraced his steps back down the corridor, discovering that there were another 5 dorm rooms along with his. "Great. I gotta share. At least I have my own bathroom..." Ichigo thought to himself. Quiet breathing or snoring could be heard behind each of the doors, which made his lips twitch. Being as quiet as possible – he may not actually know the people behind them, but it doesn't mean he wanted to wake them up – he sneaked out of the apartment and into the campus.

Ichigo looked around, blinking rapidly. He started rubbing the back of his head, wondering what he should do next. That question was answered for him when a man with grey hair and a clipboard appeared behind him.
"Ah. Mr Kurosaki, is it?" The man looked at him with a huge grin on his face. "Now that is one creepy-ass grin…" Ichigo thought privately to himself, resisting the urge to shudder.
"Yes, that's me," Ichigo confirmed.
"You arrived late last night. Come with me to meet headmaster Aizen and receive your timetable and map."
"Aizen?" The name rang a dim bell for Ichigo. He gritted his teeth, attempting to shove the fog out of his mind again. The name Aizen screamed dangerous, but Ichigo was once again useless to shift the fog from his head, only resulting in a headache. The man's grin grew wider, almost in response to Ichigo's visual struggle.
"Yes, Aizen. You will refer to him as "Headmaster Aizen". As for me...I am assistant head teacher Gin Ichimaru. Now, follow, Ichigo Kurosaki," Gin commanded, turning and striding his way through campus. Ichigo stood there in complete shock for half a second. "Dammit, why can't I remember anything?!" Before shaking his head and following Gin. Whatever was going on, seeing the man named "Aizen" might make more sense to the fog clouding his mind.

How wrong Ichigo was once he came outside Aizen's office. Unknown pressure seeped through him, almost as if his organs were being crushed right on the spot. Ichigo struggled to breathe for a second, and he was barely aware that the fog in his head thickened worse than ever, masking any of his attempts to make any sense at the entire situation. "What the hell…is this in my head?" Ichigo tried to reason with himself, still struggling to draw breath through his lungs. He flicked his eyes over to Gin, who seemed completely unaffected. Gin raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem, Mr Kurosaki?" Gin's tone…made it seem to Ichigo that Gin was taunting him. Ichigo forced a breath into his lungs so he could reply.
"No…Sir," Ichigo put in as much cheek to his reply as he could, shooting a glare in Gin's direction.
"Come on now. You wouldn't want to be…punished, for such cheek, now would you?" As if on cue, the pressure increased from inside the door. Ichigo let out a gasp at this point, gritting his teeth together. "Well, Mr Kurosaki?"
"…..No, Sir." Ichigo was forced to give in, put politeness into his tone, before the pressure actually killed him.
"You remember to mind your manners around headmaster Aizen now. Wouldn't want that fiery hair to get you in trouble would we?"
Ichigo didn't even bother to try to draw breath to reply. Instead; Ichigo nodded mutely, grinding his teeth together. The pressure immediately calmed, down to the point where Ichigo could freely breathe. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with oxygen. Gin's smirk widened, going over to the door and knocking on it. "Aizen, sir, I have brought Ichigo Kurosaki to receive his timetable."
"Bring him in." That voice. Ichigo knew that he knew that voice from somewhere. He also knew, deep down, that the owner of the voice was dangerous, and should be avoided at all costs. His mind refused to work when he attempted to bring up an explanation.

Instead, the door swung open and Ichigo walked into the office, wondering what on Earth he had gotten himself into.

Author's Notes:

Hello! So this is a new story that I came up with. My good buddy Emily (SilurianReptile) helped me with it and gave me ideas. This, for once, is an attempt at a longer story, not just an oneshot. I hope you enjoy! Kikanshinki University is an idea for a name I came up with – Kikanshinki, as I'm sure some of you will know, translates into the memory replacement tool Soul Reapers use. Hopefully, this will help ;)
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