Hello, all weird Bleach Fans.

I own in no way any part of the Bleach universe, not even any minor characters yet, which is quite remarkable as I love shoving in new people. Ho hum. Since that seems to acknowledge pretty accurately that I haven't really made up the base that it works around, it's time to get on with the story.

This next bit in brackets is just rubbish.

(Memories of Somebody 1.01: This story takes place assuming that Memories of Nobody comes some time almost directly after the Bounto Arc, which as I progress further into the series seems unlikely. However, this means that Ichigo is still fighting with his inner Hollow, or Hichigo. It's also assuming Rukia is there as she is in Memories of Nobody, so she is already there, not arriving with Toshiro, Matsumoto and co later on. So, it's part AU I suppose, as much as I hate those. In fact, usually I don't just hate AU, I detest it. Oh well. I went to a lot of trouble to try and make this fit perfectly in somewhere, but it's not going to work.

Memories of Somebody 1.02: I just reviewed what I've been writing over the past couple of days and I just changed my mind and Ichigo is no longer battling with his inner hollow, I got sick of that idea because I am now past the Hichigo arcs, well, sortof. Anyway, I think it was a bit dodgy and I still think it's going pretty well. I no longer am going to say where it is supposed to go.

Memories of Somebody 2.00 – the Final Product, end of Beta! Bwuhahahaha (I am not a fan of the laughing Don guy. I just happen to laugh like him. It's not my fault. Don't sue me! Ahhhh!): Anyway, this Authors Note is now much too long, so last thing I'd like to say is Happy Birthday Jenny, aka (Jenwryn) – I know it's a lot delayed, but the first chapter did come out on your birthday, I just didn't want to put it up until it was finished, look what happened to Shades of Madness afterall, and Ashes of Alterus, groan groan, I still should finish both of them at some stage, my writing styles were so bad back then though and I don't like to change styles mid way. Never mind, this has been fun, Adios. Ps. I am not an Espada and I don't own them either. I just like Spanish. I also speak German. Thankfully that doesn't make me a Bounto either though.

Many Aspire – Few Attain: Sisters of Battle, DOW

For once, I seem to have attained! What though, no-one knows.

And as far as quoting DOW – anyone who's played it should understand just how damn quotable it is. I don't own Warhammer 40K either, Games Workshops does in all its expensive glory, and THQ owns Dawn Of War)

AN) Ignore all of the above, I'm not actually insane, believe it or not. Just read the story as you go, and enjoy it. Don't look for too much of a purpose as there isn't much of one. The reason it ends on the note it does is not because it's to be continued. It is simply that it is a nice point to end it and I wanted this up for Jenwryn on the 5th March, so I'm a little late as it is. However, there may be more at a later date that uses the Alternate Universe as laid out by this. This story is probably my favourite at the moment, and hopefully everyone else will agree… Ha!

Happy Birthday, Jen, much too late for the birthday, I fear.

Memories of Somebody

Karakura Town

Ichigo waited in a short que. By this time of night, there really weren't that many people around anyway, mostly tourists and other such pestilence. He looked around, feeling the wind on his face in the semi-open area which surrounded the base of the Ferris Wheel. It reminded him greatly of a night a month beforehand, just as he'd hoped. Cool, dry – the air seemed clearer than usual, and flashing billboards and advertisements burnt their way into his mind, broadcasting their obnoxious messages to the world, advertisements for absolutely anything a person couldn't want, including one which Ichogo made a mental note of to slash "accidentally" with Zangetsu next time he was chasing a Hollow though this district… An advertisement for a wyrd Elvis Presley impersonator crossing his arms across his chest and shouting "Bwuhahahah…" Rukia need never know… He grinned to himself. She did put her foot down at collateral damage… Maybe he could make a deal with a Hollow to smash it for him in exchange for a head start…

He turned his gaze forwards as the last two people in the que in front of him walked forwards into one of the compartments of the wheel, cameras flashing madly and the pair chattering away in English. Londoners, probably, sounded like they were comparing it to their own wheel back home, no doubt going on about how tiny it was. He watched as they strapped themselves in and, still talking, disappeared upwards, as the wheel gradually ground its way up and around again, leaving another carriage exposed, and this one was empty. He waited behind the white line on the floor which loudly and glaringly dared one to step across it.

The girl behind the counter waved him forwards. He stepped up, and even before she asked, was fumbling around in his pockets. His hand brushed something long and soft and he knew he had the wrong pocket. "200 Yen," said the girl behind the counter with a forced enthusiastic tone.

"Yeah, just hang on a second would you?" he said grumpily, scowling and turning out a pocket and finally finding the wallet he was looking for. You could tell that either your pants were too loose, or your wallet to finely made when you couldn't even tell which pocket it was shoved into. He opened it and found the scraps of money a ticket cost and handed them over.

"Your team?" asked the girl, interest increasing and conversation winding up upon realising that here was a chance to catch a reasonably good looking guy, despite the spiky orange hair, which was cool in a way, she supposed. Certainly stood out in a crowd…

One of Ichigo's eyes twitched involuntarily. "What?" he asked grimly, already knowing what she meant, but not wanting to answer.

"That banner thingy on your wallet."

The price of having Ishida make anything for you: It ended up becoming an icon of the Quincy. Take Kon for example. Ichigo had never had the heart to point out the symbol to Kon. He'd been so happy when Ishida had removed all the frills and pink lace… "Oh. Yeah, I guess so."

Put off rather by this most enthusiastic reply, the girl waved him forwards into the compartment. "Last run of the night" she said. "Probably be quick ride, sorry, there aren't many other people up there."

"Yeah. Fine." He'd been up before, years ago, with his family. It'd been a horrifying experience, stuck in a tiny little cabin with his father for what had seemed like hours at the time. Just looking at the cabin brought back nightmares long forgotten and blotted from his mind.

Actually, he had been up here since then, but in soul form, with Rukia, not that Rukia remembered. They had stood upon a cabin as it rose upwards, lifting them high enough to see a portal into the Valley of Screams, within the river that flowed through his city.

He sat down and gave the girl a little wave. She pulled the lever, sending Ichigo upwards, towards the night sky and the stars, above the bustle and brightness of the city of blinding lights. He stopped and wondered why he was doing this again, and his mind drifted back to a hazy conversation which became clearer as he brought it into his consciousness.

"You sure like heights, don't you?"

"That's because when you're up high, all the stuff that looks confusing and messed suddenly becomes crystal clear"

That's why she'd loved heights, another memory of the Memory Rosary, the person whom he had know as Senna.

He reached into the pocket that hadn't held the wallet and pulled. Something long and slender came out, fully unfolding from his pocket on the second tug. He laid it out across over his knees, its smooth lines curving around his skin. A red ribbon. His memories of what had happened were clearer now than they had been for weeks, it was almost as if the ribbon had been a gift – not just of a ribbon as it appeared, but of a memory.

He cursed his decision now, acting without realising that so soon he would be fighting for more time with the very person he'd denied it to. Senna may well have been no-body, a conglomeration of memories and souls, even that of a Shinigami, but there was no doubt she had been a person. Her rescue had been a success, but then she had been faced with a decision no-one could make for her – to allow the world – both Soul Society and the real world – to be destroyed around her, or to save it and know that he had lived on. But real or not, everything was so vague, yet it was clearer than the day before, and the day before that.

Hey, King? whined a buzzing voice within his head. Zangetsu wants to know why it's raining again.

Ichigo didn't answer.

I do too…It's wet.

Ichigo still didn't answer, glancing out the window instead.

The lights blinked momentarily and as Ichigo glowered at them, they went out. He growled lowly at them, as if fear would entice them to come back on and then sighed when they failed to obey his will. The lights were always on the blink in here… not really worth complaining about, he supposed. He sat back into the shadows, and continued to think of recent events.

What a simple thing it would have been to take that ride. Students might not have been made of money, but surely he'd had enough – and if not, what was the roof for afterall, if not to stand on?

"To keep the rain out? That's what rooves are normally for…" said a bright voice from next to him. He swung around to his right, instinctively reaching for Zangetsu, despite not being in soul form, while peering into the darkness. He knew that voice though…

"Senna?" he asked disbelievingly.

He was answered with a giggle. "Of course, who else?"

"But you… you left… you died, or something..." he stammered, for once at a loss for words. He placed a hand on the side of the cabin, as if for support.

"You brought me my ribbon!" shouted the girl (Senna?), offering no explanation of any type, and pulling the ribbon from his lap before he could react. The figure sat back in the shadows, as if remembering something. "Ooooh," she said, looking out the window, placing her hands up against the glass. "It's so pretty outsid…" The lights flashed back on.

Her voice cut off suddenly and she vanished as if Ichigo had awoken from a dream as he blinked his eyes, startled by the sudden bright lights. He reached over into the seat beside him. Nothing. But she had been there. Surely it couldn't just have been a dream. It hadn't felt like he'd awakened. But she was gone. Into thin air. He glared at the empty compartment, as if his glower could make it give up its secrets. It won, and he collapsed back into his chair.

The wheel was arcing back down into the lights of the city, away from the stars, just visible though a thin layer of clouds, along with a clearer half crescent moon. Ichigo looked out of the window as the wheel stuttered to a halt one more time before it would reach the ground. Once again he sighed to himself, realising that he probably had fallen asleep. He had school all day, and had had two hollows during school, and a couple afterwards. Add that to homework, and putting up with his Dad + Kon and he'd had a bloody long day. And he'd been thinking a lot about Senna all afternoon, and on and off, more on than off over the past couple of weeks. The wheel ground back into motion again, interrupting his thoughts and dragging his attention back to the window.

Moments later, the cabin shuddered to a halt, still swinging somewhat as he opened the small door and unfolded himself from the inside.

"Hey, girl, thanks," he said as he walked past the ticket stall on the way out. "See you round sometime…"

She waved as he took off at a jog, and replied to his back, "Maybe!"

Ichigo stopped suddenly, a couple of strides away and spun on one leg to face her again. "Let someone know the lights are on the blink would ya?" he shouted, before taking off again.

*****

The girl frowned to herself. There was nothing wrong with the lights, she'd checked them herself, just the day before and there hadn't been any problems with anyone else's ride… She shook her head, and then sighed, and began to lock up for the night. She'd check them again in the morning.