Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach
Authors Notes:
This is my first time writing fan fiction and consequently my first time publishing something that I write online, so I hope that you can all bear with me. I haven't watched Bleach for a while so my details may be sketchy or wrong. Please tell me what I am doing wrong, and I will attempt to correct all errors. Any and all review would be greatly appreciated and would help encourage me to keep on writing. So read, enjoy and review my story. Have a good day and read well.
Chapter 1 – Remembrance
Ichigo lay in bed sleeping on his left side, contently, with the blanket near his chest. The room was quiet, yet the bright light of the sun pierced the fabric of the door, showering the room with thin beams of light. The room was simply furnished, a round wooden table, the very bed that Ichigo was sleeping on, a carpet and many other things that were unimportant at the moment.
Still he slept on, undisturbed by the light. Slowly, the sound of someone's footsteps walking towards the room was heard. The sound of the footsteps grew louder as the person got closer to the door.
"Ichigo." a voice called out to him, slowly saying his name. It was soft female voice, yet it was full of love and passion of the one who said it.
He turned around facing the door, and he still slept on, unchanged. The sound of the footsteps slowed down until they stopped.
"Ichigo." the female voice repeated itself, in an almost teasing manner.
"Ichigo." the female voice said again and this time, the person opened the door, bathing the room in complete sunlight.
Ichigo groaned from having so much bright light hitting him in the face and he did what any lazy person would do. He grabbed the blanket, tried to cover himself and turned around facing away from the light and the intruder.
"Ichigo." the voice of the female once again repeated itself, this time it sounded amused from his reactions.
The person slowly walked forward repeating his name over and over again, both lovingly and in a teasing manner. When the person reached the bed, they kneeled down and brought their right hand to his right shoulder.
Slowly they slide their hand down from his shoulder, down his arm. The person said "Ichigo. It's time to get up."
In response to that question, Ichigo threw the blanket away from his face. He turned to look at the person who drew their hand away when he moved. He looked at the person, but it was hard to focus.
The person looked fuzzy, almost like they were out of focus. After all he just woke up and he was still tired. The background didn't help Ichigo any better. All he could see was a bright white background. He could hear trees rustling outside and the smell of fresh air filled with cherry blossoms filled the room. The wind blew the person's hair around and some cherry blossoms entered the room.
Ichigo tried harder to focus on who was this person that woke him up. Instead of focusing on the person right in front of him, he somehow managed focus on what was happening out. He could hear the sound of people somewhere outside. But he pushed any thoughts for the voices and their owners and instead tried to focus on who was this mysterious person who woke him up.
"Ichigo" the person once again said slowly pronouncing his name, with a hint of teasing included "Do you want me to join you under the covers?"
Ichigo just then noticed something about the person. It wasn't significant detail that would immediately help him figure out who it was, but it was a detail that would help him. When the wind blew, the person's hair partly swayed with the wind and the rest was blown around. That helped him, since he could he could see the person's hair being blown around by the wind, which meant that they had long hair.
'Long hair', Ichigo thought. He didn't know very many people with long hair. Although it was not related to the person who Ichigo was trying to identify, but the fact that the person called out his name instead out shouting it out like his father obviously meant that it wasn't him. Ichigo didn't know that many females with long hair so it really limited his choices.
Also the way that the person called out his name, full of love, passion and concern meant that whoever it was knew Ichigo very well to call out his name in such a familiar manner. There was also the matter of how their hand touched him, it also meant that they knew him and knew him familiarly.
Also, the way that they asked if he wanted the person to join him under the cover definitely meant that they were very familiar with him. Ichigo felt as though he knew who it was but it was going to take a lot of time to figure it out if he remained in bed. Once again, the person lifted their hand and placed in on his left shoulder and slowly moved it along his arm and spoke once again.
"Ichigo. Do you some help getting out of bed today?" The way the female said help, suggested that it was certainly going to be more than help he got from this person who spoke to him. How he knew that was beyond him, and he probably wouldn't remember anytime soon.
He tried to focus on the person once again. For some reason they were become a bit clearer. Not enough so that he could see their face, but enough so that he could slowly make out some detail details of this female. The female was probably as tall as he was. As he was focusing on the female, something that glimmered near her neck caught his attention.
He focused on it. He focused on it really hard, ignoring the other details. It then came into focus. It was a necklace. The chain was silver, but anything beyond that was too specific for his tired mind and body to make out. Instead, he noticed something else about the necklace. There was something attached on the necklace. It was something like a locket.
'Or was it a small gem?' Ichigo thought. He couldn't tell what it was. The female noticed that he was staring at her necklace, and she lifted up what the attached object was.
"Still tired I see. Well, you did have a big work out yesterday." The lady finished her sentence with a laugh, as though amused. "Well, then, I will simply have to wait until you decide to get out of bed. Perhaps a delicious breakfast is what you need." And the lady laughed once again.
Once again, Ichigo had no doubt in his mind that he wasn't going any kind of food like fruit or bread. However, suddenly Ichigo felt like something was wrong. Really wrong. But as to what it was or how he even knew that, was beyond him. However, suddenly he felt tired, very tired. He tried to fight the sudden exhaustion that was taking over. He wanted to figure out who was this female who was next to him, since apparently from her actions he had some kind of relationship with her.
It was ironic that just as he was starting to lose the battle, the female was starting to become clearer to his vision, but he was so tired. He wanted nothing better to do than to sleep, but he felt that something bad would happen. If his eyes weren't closing, he would have seen the women clearly but instead it was being blurred since he was closing his eyes. Slowly he fell back, and his head hit the pillow softly making a thump, sound.
Ichigo woke up from his sleep. Sunlight streamed through the window signaling that it was morning and the start of another day, another day of school. Knowing what would happen if he stayed in bed, Ichigo got his school uniform which consisted of white short sleeved shirt with a single pocket, a pair of light grey pants and a black belt. He started towards the restroom to take a shower when
"GOOOOD MOOOORRRNNNINNNG, ICCCCHHHIIIGOOO!"
The sound of Ichigo's father, Isshin Kurosaki, barging through bedroom door happened as expected. His father's attack which was a flying side kick aimed the spot where his stomach had been only seconds ago. Ichigo simply watched as his father crashed into the empty bed and bounce into the wall before falling off, dazed.
Annoyed as per usual by his goofy dad's attack, Ichigo went to take a shower. Feeling the warm water running over his body calmed him down and he tried to remember what the woman in his dreams looked like. After a few minutes passed, he stopped. It was useless. He started to have the dreams barely a week ago. In all the time that had passed since then, the woman was still fuzzy to him.
When he first had the dream, everything was blurry. In the dream that he just had, everything was clear, except for the woman. He figured that a first it was just a dream, nothing more. However, when the dreams of the woman started happening every day for the last few weeks, whenever he went to bed for the night. They were also becoming clearer as the days passed and the dreams kept occurring. He believed that it was either just a dream or it was something else, maybe like a vision. After all, he could was able see the spirits of the deceased for as long as he could remember, so surely have a vision of what was going to happen didn't seem too farfetched.
He figured that he probably ask one of his friends at school when he arrived as to what they might think on the matter. Turning off the water, he dried himself, put on his clothes and brushed his teeth. He got out of the restroom to see that his father was still in the same spot as before, twitching as though he was electrocuted. Ichigo opened his bedroom door to leave when, without looking he punched his right fist into his father's face stopping his from performing his own attack. And like before Isshin fell to the floor.
"Dammit dad. How many times are we going to keep doing this? When will you learn old man that I know all of your tricks."
Leaving his dad where he was, Ichigo climbed down the stairs and went to the table. As he climbed down the stairs, Ichigo smelled something good. Bacon.
Yuzu, Ichigo's younger sister, as usual had the table set with four plates and four cups. "Ichigo, breakfast is ready. Help yourself." said Yuzu when she saw him.
She smiled as she spoke. Each person also had a napkin neatly folded in half with the rest of the items. Ichigo was right and Yuzu did make bacon, along with pancakes. Grabbing a seat, Ichigo help himself with some pancakes, some bacon and a glass of orange juice. Isshin arrived with some bruises, but other than that, he was his simple, goofy self.
"Hey Ichigo, did dad wake you up again?" Karin, Yuzu's twin sister, asked.
"No. I woke up before my alarm went off." replied Ichigo.
And Karin simply replied "Oh."
Upon finishing his breakfast, Ichigo bade his family goodbye and then walked to school wondering what the rest of the day would be like. As he walked alone toward his school he couldn't help but think about whom was the woman in his dream.
He arrived at the front gate of his high school and simply stood there looking at the building as though something were to happen. He simply stood still as the majority of students were arriving at school. Ichigo stopped staring when he felt a familiar heavy hand on his right shoulder. Looking to up see who it was, it was someone he knew well. It was Chad, one of his best friends.
"What's the matter, Ichigo?" Chad asked looking down on Ichigo since he was very tall for his age.
"Nothing. Just simply thinking." Ichigo said.
"Thinking about what, Ichigo?" replied Chad.
"I'll tell you later, maybe during lunch, Chad?" said Ichigo. Chad agreed and they both set off to their classroom.
They reached the floor that their classroom was on and were walking towards it when Chad and Ichigo both bumped into Orihime and Tatsuki. Ichigo barely knew Orihime, speaking about minor things whenever they met. Tatsuki, however Ichigo knew very well. They knew each since they were enrolled in the same martial arts class as children. Tatsuki was also very protective of Orihime since they first met.
"Oh! Hi, Ichigo. Hey Chad." Orihime said when she saw the two of them followed by Tatsuki who said "Hey Ichigo. Hey Chad"
"Orihime. Tatsuki. Morning." replied Ichigo. Chad simply replied by nodding his head and by "Hello. Good morning."
"So Ichigo did you finish the English review for the test today?" asked Orihime.
So that's was what I forgot to do last night before going to bed, though Ichigo.
"Ugh. I take it that you didn't finish it, Ichigo." Tatsuki said and she placed her hand on her forehead as though it pained her.
"Sorry. I was kind of distracted by something" replied Ichigo "I will make sure that next time I will finish my review, okay."
"Thank you, Ichigo." said Orihime. And the group of now four, headed towards their classroom.
Taking their seats they waited until the bell rang signaling the start of class followed by the teacher entering the room and saying "Good morning class."
Paying attention when he could, Ichigo was still your average high school student, meaning that he would listen and pay attention, but every now and then he would simply look out the window thinking about whatever it was it that he wanted to think about.
Finally when lunch arrived, Ichigo along with Chad and Mizuho, went up to the rooftop where the always ate their lunch. Opening the door that lead to the rooftop, they sat down and ate their lunches. A few minutes later, Keigo arrived and shouted "ICHIGO!" and was going to try something stupid.
Punching his left fist out, Keigo's face crashed into Ichigo's fist.
"Why did you do that, Ichigo?" cried Keigo, tears running down his face
"Because, it's annoying." Ichigo replied simply.
"Well chill out, Ichigo" replied Keigo " 'cause today, I am going to tell you all something cool that happened –"
"Hey, Ichigo. What was it that you want to talk about?" asked Chad, killing Keigo's moment.
"Oh yah, I almost forgot." finishing his drink, Ichigo looked at his friends and asked "Do you think dreams can come true?"
Almost immediately he was bombarded by questions by Keigo.
"Ichigo was it a chick? Were you dreaming about a chick? What happened? What did you -?"
Keigo's questionnaire was interrupted by Ichigo's fist again.
"What was that for?" Keigo asked once again, as though surprised.
"You didn't let me finish" Ichigo replied simply.
"Well, do you mean dreams like as in goals. Like in the future becoming a doctor. If that is what you mean, then yes. I do believe that dreams can come true." said Chad after some silence had passed after Ichigo's reply.
"Come on Chad, you sound like some educational informer" said Keigo.
"I didn't mean those kind you idiot. I mean Keigo, not you Chad." Ichigo said.
"Hey!" cried Keigo.
"I know" Chad replied simply.
"Hey!" cried Keigo again.
"What I meant by dreams are actually dreams. The things that happened when you sleep." said Ichigo.
"So do you mean like a premonition?" asked Mizuho.
"How'd you know what I meant?"
" 'cause I once had a similar situation." replied Mizuho.
"Really? What happened?" asked Keigo, who was curious.
"I dreamt that I would meet a beautiful woman and that she would later become my girlfriend." replied Mizuho.
"Which one?" asked Ichigo.
"Hey, Ichigo. That's mean. What are you implying?"
"Anything is possible." replied Chad "Who says that dreams can't show what will happen."
"Ichigo." Mizuho asked again, "What did mean by what you just said."
As though to answer for him, the lunch bell rang signaling that lunch was over. It was time to head back to class.
Once back in class Ichigo kept going over in his mind what his friends discussed.
"Mr. Kurosaki." said the teacher "Mr. Kurosaki!"
Snapping out of his daydreaming, Ichigo replied "Yes?"
"Now that Mr. Kurosaki has returned to reality. I am telling you all that your test is going to start in 10 minutes so study quickly before I hand out the tests."
The ten minutes passed quickly before, and the teacher passed out the test. Despite having not finished the review, Ichigo was still able to finish most of the questions, confident that he had answered them correct. Finishing the test, Ichigo flipped the test over and simply waited for the class to end.
Saying goodbye to his friends, he walked back home. Arriving home, he had dinner with his family and was surprised that his father actually didn't attack him as he usually did. He finished his meal thanking his sister Yuzu for once again making a good meal.
He went to his room and finished his homework, before taking a shower and brushing his teeth. As he lay on his bed, he could help but think about what his friends said and he thought once again about the woman.
Who is she? When will I meet her? he thought. That is, if his dream was actually a vision of some sort. Thinking about the woman of his dreams, he fell asleep knowing that she would appear in his dream tonight.
Authors Notes:
Well, there you have it, my very first attempt at writing fan fiction. Please tell me what you think. All reviews would be greatly appreciated and will help me improve my writing. It would help encourage me to keep writing.