Note I: This story takes place after the Winter War and Ichigo never lost his powers. The way it should have been…

Note II: This may be rated M but that does NOT mean that there is sex in it. Maybe just a mention of it here and there if I decide to put some Ichiriki in it, but nothing remotely graphic. The actual reason that it is rated M is because it will get pretty gory. And bloody. At least, if I continue the story it will.

Chapter 1

On the last day of his life, Ichigo Kurosaki woke up feeling rather good. The sun was shining, there had been no hollows last night, a particularly annoying stuffed toy was nowhere to be seen and best of all, he woke up without the aid of his father, or his father's foot for that that matter. Yes, a nice, hell, a great day was beginning. If not for the fact that he was scheduled to die later that night, the day could have been classified as perfect. The resident shinigami glanced over at his alarm clock and smiled; he could stay in bed for another ten minutes before he had to get ready for school. He let his head flop back onto the pillow and reveled in the silence of the morning. Wait. Silence? Sitting up quickly, Ichigo scanned the room with a slightly wary gaze. Everything seemed to be in place; everything except the slightly ajar closet door. Where was Rukia? The orange-haired boy clambered to his feet and almost fell on his face as the bed sheets that snaked their way around his legs held him fast to the bed. After a moment or so of wrestling with the cotton, Ichigo was free to wander about his room and look for any signs of his midget-counterpart's whereabouts. He quickly found a hideous drawing and a letter explaining to him that she had "…been called back to Soul Society for a short while…" and "…should be back soon." Ichigo grunted, placed the letter next to his uniform, and walked soundlessly into the bathroom.

Upon arriving at Karakura High, Ichigo soon discovered that his last day would be like any other. School was the usual, tired event that it always was: Ochi-sensei lectured, time passed too slowly, and the entire class struggled to stay awake in the heat of the rapidly approaching summer. Ichigo sat pensively at his desk, pondering issues much larger than the Japanese language. He was going to die tonight. How weird that sounded, even if he was only saying it inside his head. Dead. By tonight. He understood what was going to happen, but on some level, it didn't feel real. How can one fathom the end of their own existence? And do so calmly for that matter. He wasn't sick and he wasn't going to be murdered. Suicide didn't necessarily apply to him and neither did euthanasia. He wasn't suffering from a terminal illness, in fact, he was perfectly healthy. So why was he going to die?...

Flashback

Urahara Kisuke sat across from Ichigo at a little table in a back room of Urahara Shoten. Ichigo's father sat to the right of Urahara and Yourichi to the left. Tessai stood alone with his back to the door. The motley crew were sipping tea and casually discussing Ichigo's impending demise.

"As it stands Kurosaki-san, Central 46 and the Soutaicho have both deemed you unfit to remain in the World of the Living. The nature of your power is too unstudied. As a combination of shinigami, human and hollow, you possess quite a threat to all of the worlds. That is without your, eh…evolution, for lack of a better word. Your power has surpassed all known beings and it is now impossible to predict what other changes you will experience. Also, too much reaitsu resides in you. If you lost control for only a second, it is quite possible that everyone who possesses so much as a drop of reaitsu within a 12km radius would be obliterated."

Urahara sighed and brought his teacup to his lips.

Isshin, now looking curiously at Urahara said,

"Kisuke, what exactly are you proposing?"

The green and white capped store-owner merely laughed and said,

"Isshin, you of all people should be able to figure it out. It is similar to what happened when you came to live here so you could be with Masaki. Well, the reverse, I suppose. We, or rather Tessai and myself, are going to kill Kurosaki Ichigo."

Haha…cliffhanger. Aren't I mean?

A/N: Alright, shorter than expected. But I promise you that I will make the next one longer. Please review and let me know if I should continue or not. Hopefully, you will want me to continue…