Okay, I'm just going to start writing. This is my first ever fanfiction, so please reveiw and tell me how it is. I don't own bleach.

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"Crap."

Ichigo looked down at the bloody mess that was, at least at one point, his body. How had one truck done that to him? Was he dead? He knew he should have been more freaked out and worried about the whole thing, but honestly, he had been through worse. How could he have been that weak? To die from getting hit by a car? Seriously? What would Rukia say?

A crowd was starting to gather and the driver was getting out. That kid was starting to cry. Ichigo could see he had a few scrapes and a red mark on his shoulder that looked like it could become a bruise, but nothing serious; it could have been worse. At least he didn't die in vain or whatever.

"Holy shit!" The driver yelled when he saw Ichigo's body spread out on the ground in front of him.

"Call for an ambulance!" someone else said. There were other murmurs from the crowd too; things like "Is he still alive?" and "Oh my God!" could be heard from several different places.

"So young too.." he heard a woman murmer

Ichigo rubbed his forhead. She was right; it may sound cliche, but he was too young to die! I mean, he barely even finished high school! After everything he had been through and survived, he wasn't going to die here.

So what did he do now? He couldn't get back into his body in that state; he had already tried. Maybe Orihime could...no, she couldn't heal the dead. Dead. He was dead and yet somehow, he felt perfectly fine. Maybe it was because he was used to it: the weightlessness, the feeling of nothingness. It felt like beeing a ghost; He was a ghost; just like the ones he grew up being able to see when no one else could, helpless to the world around him, unable to be seen or heard by anyone because he didn't have a body. He needed a body.

A gigai. He couln't return to his, so he would get a new one. He smiled alittle at the thought and set off to Urahara's.

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"You need a gigai?" Kisuke held his fan to cover an obvious grin "Oh my!"

" Er, ya. And also one of those things that erases people's memories." Ichigo said as more of an afterthought, can't go to school and stuff with everyone thinking I'm dead. "You have a problem with that?"

It was obvious how humerous he found this; why wouldn't he? A fucking truck had killed the man who had invaded Soul Society, fought several captains, killed tons of arrancars, and beat a man who had been deemed 'invincible'. A truck. How comically human.

"No, no. Of course not. Of course, gigias take a few days to make so-"

"ICHIGO!" Before Urahara could finish, Ichigo had been thrown back by a punch to the stomach. "What the hell was that for?" Still grasping his stomach, Ichigo looked up to see the short, raven haired girl who had appeared out of practically no where.

" A truck? i've seen you keep talking when the only thing holding you together is your SPINE! I've seen you get up and keep fighting after a hole had been punched through your chest! And you get killed by a fucking truck? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Err.." Ichigo really didn't know what to say. He had never seen Rukia go off like that-and she kind of had a point as much as he hate to admit it.

"Shut up and lets go." she said with her hands on her hips.

"What? Where?"

Rukia gave him a wicked grin. "Where else? You're dead. I was ordered to take you to Soul Society."

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So how was that? I don't usually let people read my writing so I don't know how good/bad it is so please review! I reeeaaallly want to know how it is. Any suggestions? THANKS! Oh, and thanks Namikaze Artemis for the editing!