This was a little idea that bugged me. I wrote this a trial for the idea. What do you think?

Ichigo Kurosaki blinked as his father's most recent tirade registered.

It had only been a month since he had regained his powers and ben restored to his previous position as substitute shinigami and most of it had been spend training with his mortal friends to assess the limits of his restored powers.

So the news that the family were off half way across the living world to the wedding of his mother's cousin's son, a part of the family so distant he regularly forgot about them was rather a shock. As the information sunk in he kicked Isshin through the door and headed to his room muttering the entire way about 'old goats' who didn't tell people until the day before they leave.

It wasn't until the air hostess shook him and he had to refrain from his initial instinct to throw her down the aisle that he even realised that the plane had landed. As he joined the queue shuffling through customs he continued to curse his father for not mentioning that he would be the only one of them going to represent the family and for handing him over on a platter to Urahara for a 'short' lecture.

In a way he was pleased that it was only him. Urahara's explanation of 'magic', a cultivated form of spiritual energy that 'wizards' and 'witches' did, and their current war had left him on edge. It wasn't that long since the Winter War and he felt fear for the safety of his sisters.

They may have been growing stronger and trying to be independent but he still had a fierce urge to protect them from harm. Over all it was best that they didn't come with him to this strange land. He'd only have irritated them and got himself yelled at.

The queue moved forwards and he relatively quickly, for an airport at least, found himself with his bag in hand looking for the relatives that were supposed to pick him up.

It took only one glance at a red haired group made up of a young girl, two identical boys a bit younger than him and an older man for him to tell exactly which side of the family his vibrant hair colour had come from. He even found himself a little grateful that his hair was more a shade of orange rather than the bright red of theirs.

The sign they were holding declaring his name and the higher than normal spiritual energy only confirmed it.

He walked over and introduced himself. They all smiled brightly at him, welcoming him and in the twin's case making jokes. While he was aware of the slight tension they held on to he found himself relaxing slightly.

"Have you apparated before?"

It was the man, Arthur Weasley he believed, that asked and it took him a minute to realise what the man meant. While he was mostly fluent in English thanks to the knowledge of his mother's family the word sounded very different from the way Urahara had said it.

He vaguely remembered it being some type of teleportation.

"No, Mr Weasley. In Japan we use magic differently."

The man smiled saying to call him Arthur and that it didn't matter with a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. The girl, Ginny, seemed to only just be able to hold in her questions.

"I can give you more of an explanation in a more secure location."

They seemed to realise that they were in a crowded muggle location and started to herd him towards a secluded location.

While he'd previously had an explanation of what apparition was it still shocked him as Arthur and his daughter disappeared in a sharp pop. This was nothing like shunpo. When the twin boy's hands grabbed him he wasn't expecting the swirling, squeezing feeling like his soul was being squashed through something that was too small.

Although equally he was sure they weren't expecting his reaction either. When his feet slammed into ground he didn't stop to regain his footing or to take in his surrounding like the others. He grabbed the offending hands and threw them simultaneously along with the bodies they were connected to. Spinning, a cero ready in one hand, he stared down at those instinct had marked as a threat.

At the sight of the two wide eyed identical boys he almost found himself chuckling n a way he was sure his hollow would have appreciated. In fact everyone in the courtyard they had arrived in was staring slightly gormlessly at him. He had to wonder if they really were at war, if he was a serious attacker they would all have been dead.

A red haired woman came out, took one look at the twins and his stance and started to yell at the boys, evidently they were regular trouble makers.

The cero in his hand faded as she bustled him into the kitchen. It was full of red heads. So many that the loose spattering of fair hair stood out so starkly. Still he was almost overcome with the friendliness they gave off even when he'd literally thrown two of them minutes before.

"You look so much like Masaki! It was so sad when she passed away and you're all so far away but it's so good that you can make it."

He smiled at the woman, Molly's enthusiasm. His father never really spoke about his mother so hearing Molly talk so fondly brought a warm fluffy feeling to his chest. After a while he tuned out his hollows complaints about the sparkly clouds taking over his inner world.

She was called away to some type of emergency and he was immediately surrounded.

"I'm Fred"

"And I'm George."

"What you did."

"Was awesome!"

His eyes flickered between the twins as they talked. Definitely trouble makers. Finally the girl cut in.

"What was the glowing ball in your hand? Is that your magic? It looked awesome! You didn't use a wand or anything!"

He knew that the questions would come. Although he would have been capable of performing their 'magic' his spiritual energy was so vast and controlled that there was no knowing what the effect of each spell would be. At the best it would be overly powerful, at worst it would explode and take most of the surrounding area with it.

Instead Urahara had helped him come up with a cover. He was to have a different type of 'magic' and be something called a spirit mage. It was something that shinigami who had previously encountered wizards called themselves.

"I am a Spirit Mage. We use a more primal form of magic which is more powerful and destructive but it has very few practical uses unlike your 'magic'."

"So the glowing ball is part of your magic?"

He nodded. "It is. It's a very powerful 'spell'. That little ball would have created a crater a metre deep."

The children sat before him stared at him with wide eyes. The twins gulped, realising what could have happened.

Perfectly timed Molly appeared at the door to lead him to where he'd be staying.

"It's a little crowded with my youngest Ron, his friend and the bride's cousins so I hope you don't mind."

He shook his head and settled into the bunk bed he'd been assigned. From the number of beds this was going to be a difficult time.

Tell me what you think. Not sure if I'll continue this.