WARNING: this is a kind of crossover of Bleach and Kingdom Hearts.

A/N: This was inspired by a dream, there'll be more chapters, please give this story a chance.

A/N 2: I'm not really sure about the title to this story. The rating isn't really final, 'cause I'm not sure how this'll turn out...

Glass shattered underneath his feet, auburn eyes widening painfully as his left hand shot up, trying to reach for something as he fell into the endless abyss beneath him, vision slowly blurring into nothingness.

"Ic-"

His eyes fluttered shut, sleep overtaking his senses as his arms hung in the air lifelessly, knees bent as his body slowly turned, his lips in a tight line, slowly parting and mouthing some letters.

S...Shiro...

"Ich-"

The voice was scratched, broken...unheard, yet so familiar. His memory slowly being picked apart. His eyes opened halfway, hazed, reaching out with his right hand, reaching for the small flashing images flickering in front of his face.

"Don't look back,"

What...?

"Ichi-"

A brilliant white colored door flashed into view, making him slowly open his eyes more, swiftly bringing his arms up to prevent rough impact, only to see the wooden object swing open. His eyes flickering to a bright blue, then back, passing through the door.

"Continue to move forward..."

"Ichigo!!" a voice cried out in desperation.

"He is the King of this world after all..." another spoke calmly.

"What are you sorry for, you fool? You won."

"A new journey opens its arms for you, welcoming you,"

The brown eyed form's clothes morphed, changing into a short-sleeved black jacket with white, steel plates resting on his shoulders, small yellow buckles holding them on. His shirt's collar was white, the pocket in the middle red with white on the sides and straight down, his pants turning baggy, yellow straps holding the red bags onto his hips, the blue belt sagging. Yellow and black shoes slowly faded into view on his sandaled feet, buckled on with a zipper heading from the top to the end of his toes.

I don't get it...

Lifting his head, he blinked, orange bangs bouncing back and forth in front of his face.

"You're the chosen one,"

'Chosen one'?

A flash of blinding light blared before his eyes, soon diminishing and reemerging into the shape of an odd looking weapon.

"Keyblade..."

The blade was only a long silver pole, ending with the shape of a crown at the end, a golden colored chain-like object shaped around the hilt, the top linked to small chains, stopping with a small keychain-like thing of that Disney character he used to watch with his...wait...he couldn't really remember.

"The Keyblade has chosen you, Keyblade weilder, grasp the blade..."

Why can't I remember...? Who did I watch it with?

"Nii-san," a soft, calming voice called.

"And banish the darkness...behind the door, once again."

'Once again'? Am I...dreaming?

Reaching out, his left hand's fingers curled around the hilt, hoisting his right hand up to cover his eyes, the light pulsing, knocking back the dark abyss around him. Lowering his hands, he looked up at the cloudy sky, eyes full of depression.

I don't remember...

"King?"

He spun around with a hopeful look dawning on his face, only to immediately die once he saw no one.

I can only remember one name, only one name, one...

He sank to his knees, lifting his left hand up, staring at the sword that was dubbed 'Keyblade'. Turning it in his grasp, he stabbed it into the ground with both hands, hanging his head while clamping his eyes shut, biting his lower lip.

"Shiro..."

For those of you that gave this a chance, would you please do me another favor? Please review. The next chapter'll be longer, I swear!!