Hello-z! apocalypticFirebird here! So, this is my first fanfiction ever posted online. It's going to be a multi-chapter thingy so, please enjoy. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long for the updates.

Also, I do not own Bleach! If I did, all the character would be falling in love with each other, so, yeah! Enjoy!

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Ichigo walked slowly on his way to school, his feet dragged as he continued to try to become fully alert. The night before, there had seemed to be an abundance of hollows around town, so he had been forced to stay awake more than half the night to take care of them all. Now, Ichigo was paying the price, as he could barely keep his eyes open.

He found himself wondering why Ishida hadn't bothered to show up even once. The glasses-clad teen had to have realized that there was an abnormal amout of hollows last night. Plus, he was always looking for a way to prove that the Quincys were more capable at destroying threats than the Soul Reapers. Ichigo grunted slightly at the thought as he picked up his tired legs a little faster so he wouldn't be late.

There's no chance for him to prove it now. He didn't even bother to try and do anything to help. Ichigo thought to himself, cursing at the quincy in his mind as the high school came into view. Maybe he would ask him about it later, when they had a chace to talk freely about that sort of thing. It seemed that their last year of studies was more difficult than ever lately. He always felt as though someone was watching him, so Ichigo felt uncomfortable talking about certain subjects in public. He had even gone so far as to ask Chad and Orihime about it, but they had no idea what he was talking about. Ichigo himself was even beginning to think he had gone crazy.

He began running through the possibilities of who could be watching him as he walked through the hallways, heading for the classroom. Aizen was defeated months ago, as were most of the Espada. It could be some of the soul reapers keeping an eye on him, making sure he completed his duities as the substitute. The only other options that Ichigo could think of were stalkers, creepy people that wanted to attack him, or that he was crazy and the whole thing was just his imagination taking out his mind to play. Maybe after everything he had been through, with always expecting an attack at any moment, his senses weren't used to the calmer environment, and were driving him insane. Maybe Ichigo needed help. Maybe he just needed to forget the whole thing and move on.

With a sigh, Ichigo turned and pushed open a heavy door that lead to the boy's bathroom. Moving over to the sink, he turned the faucet and held his hands under the cool water. He bent down and splashed his face, trying to focus his mind on something else. Something like, what would he tell his teacher about his half-finished homework? With the hollow issue the night before, Ichigo didn't even think about finishing it. As soon as he was home for what was left of the night, he passed out fully clothed on the bed without even bothering to give the papers on his desk a second glance.

The creak of the door made Ichigo lift his head and look around. When he saw that nobody was there, he got confused. He had heard the door open, and was sure that footsteps had accompanied the noise. However, not a single person had enter the restroom. At least, he didn't think so.

"Who's there?" Ichigo asked, looking around another time, waiting for a reply.

When nobody answered, he frowned, getting suspicious. He was sure he felt the precesnce of another being. with years of fighting enemies stronger than him, Ichigo's body took on a fighting stance without him even thinking about it.

"I know somebody's there!" He said, trying to keep his voice at the right level. He didn't want to attract attention from outside of the bathroom.

"Answer Me!"

"Well, I suppose it won't cause any harm to respond."

Ichigo jumped at the voice that responded. It beloned to a female. And they were in the boy's restrooms! The sensation he had been feeling grew stronger, and he knew this was the person who had been following him around. He also knew that whoever it was, they weren't human.

"Who are you? Are you an arrancar? A soul reaper?" Ichigo demanded.

The voice let out a high pitch giggle before going silent for a moment. "No. I'm afraid not, Ichigo Kurosaki."

"How do you know me? What do you want?"

"Well, we've been following You, Ichigo. I thought you were aware of that?" the voice said with a sigh at the end. "I though that it was obvious."

"I knew I was being watched!" Ichigo growled. "But why?"

"To make sure you were the right one." The voice answered simply. "To make sure that you really needed us."

"I hate to tell you, but I don't need a bunch of stalkers!" Ichigo snapped. Now he was really confused. Need them? Why would he need someone who was following him around alomst every minute of his life for the past month? What was the goal behind it all?

"But you do Ichigo. You just don't know it yet."

At the last word of the girl's sentence, Ichigo felt his eyelids start to droop, and a hazey feeling clouded his mind. "Wha- What did you- ...?" he asked before slumping to the ground.

When Ichigo opened his eyes again, he was sitting down on a leather chair with his hands and legs strapped down. The room he was in was dark where the only thing he could see were the outlines of the objects around the room.

"Where am I? What's going on?" Ichigo yelled. Where had that girl taken him? All he could remember was talking to her in the bathroom, then waking up here. Somehow she had managed to knock him out long enough to remove him from the school.

"I know you can hear me!" he yelled out again.

"Whoopsie! I didn't expect you to wake up so soon. You really are strong." Said the mysterious voice again. "We'll have to take you out again." she said. But, her voice was fading, and the fuzzy feeling clouded Ichigo's mind again. After another few seconds, he had blacked out once more.

A few seconds later, the door to the room opened and someone walked in, closing it behind him. "Are you sure this is the best idea? Do you know what you're doing?" he asked quietly.

"Of course I do!" The female responded. "He needs this! Otherwise, he will never find the one thing that will make him happy. I'm only here to help." she said, looking over at the passed out Ichigo.

"Now hurry and hook him up! We don't want him waking up in the middle of the change. Otherwise, it could end up being unfortunate." She said, nodded her head to the man.

"As you wish. I just hope you're right about this helping him find happiness." he said.

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So that's the first chapter of my fist story posted online! Please review and tell me what you think!