AUTHORS NOTE: I am glad that you clicked that link, means a lot. This is my first fanfiction guys so please read and review. You can flame if you want to (well if its your honest opinion) but constructive criticism is even better...like seriously. I write for the fun of it but it would be great to get some feedback. Follows would be awesome too (a girl can dream )

This story is set 17 months after Ichigo loses his soul reaper powers (so forget fullbring for now and) just read this for my take on what could have happened. WARNINGS include dark themes, violence, language (come on, its bleach fanfiction...sword fighting and blood has got to be a must). Its a cool story so give it a chance okay...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own BLEACH (but I did use it once to whiten a shirt)… characters belong to Tite Kubo (except OCs who will help with the plot).

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"Rise and shine, Big Brother." Yuzu Kurosaki's sweet voice sounded in the household, "Get Up!"

The early morning light peered through the open window and a gentle cool breeze blew the curtains back and forth.

(ICHIGO KUROSAKI: 17 years old)

A bird chirped in a nearby tree and its melodious song sounded beautiful in the peaceful morning air.

(HAIR COLOR: Orange)

Car engines could be heard in the distance as the early risers and tax paying workers drove to their various work places.

(OCCUPATION: High School Student)

A young man with spiky orange hair and a character to match his fiery head lay on the soft warm bed near the open window. The sheets were ruffled carelessly around him and his right hand was resting casually on his forehead while the other dangled over the edge of the bed. The only indication that he was alive was the calm rise and fall of his naked chest.

(HE CANNOT SEE SPIRITS)

Early mornings sure were peaceful…or not.

"GOOOOD MOORNNINGGG ICHIIGOOO!" Isshin Kurosaki leapt onto the bed of his sleeping orange haired son. But of course the young lad had gotten so used to this kind of wakeup call that in the split of a second had uncovered himself and lifted his long legs and kicked his noisy father straight in the face.

The older man was hit midair and dropped to the ground in a heap of pain. He touched his nose and once he was sure that he was neither bleeding nor his nose broken, he smiled like the goofball that he was. He gave his son an enthusiastic thumb up and wore his smile proud.

"You are getting better at this Ichigo." Isshin said to the cross young lad on the bed.

"When will you stop it with that?!" Ichigo asked and slumped back onto his pillow. He did not understand his weird father and he was seriously tired of his over the top wakeup calls and always jumping out from corners and dark places.

"Get you butt out of bed, it's a beautiful day out there. And Yuzu has made a really tasty breakfast. Get up or I will bust in here again and this time you will get it." Ichigo's dad said and with that he left.

Why did he have to have such a crazy man for a dad? Sometimes he found it hard to believe that he was even a doctor.

"Still sleepy..." Ichigo mumbled as he passed his hands in his spiky unruly hair.

Ichigo's days really had become a total opposite of how they had been a year ago. Time had passed and to be specific…17months had passed since he had used Mugetsu.

Yes, 17months…

…that is how long it had been since Ichigo Kurosaki lost his Soul reaper powers along with any abilities to see hollows and other spiritual beings. 17 months since he last saw his soul society friends. 17 months since his once active and exciting life filled with Katana wielding, black-clad fighting bad asses had finally come to an abrupt end.

The worst part of it all was that he could not remember a thing.

There were no memories of his time in the Soul Society, no memories of his fight with Kenpachi Zaraki, his defeat of countless hollows, his battles in Hueco Mundo and his fight with the once seemingly kind and good hearted former Squad 5 captain Sosuke Aizen- who to everyone's dismay ended up betraying the whole soul society and taking with him hundreds of innocent lives.

No, according to Ichigo or at least Ichigo as he was now, magic and powers was the stuff manga and movies were made of. A week after he lost his powers, he had asked one favour and one favour only…to have his memory wiped of all things spiritual and soul society related.

At first none of his friends agreed to it or even wanted to consider it but in time they all just accepted it and tried to get where he was coming form. It pained Ichigo to remember the life he could have no longer and if he was going to live a normal life, he might as well have normal memories and normal beliefs about the world he lived in.

But as he was now, his life was just like that of any normal teenage boy. It involved getting up early in the morning and going to school. It involved running errands for his dad and hating every part of it.

Ichigo Kurosaki got out of bed that day and after taking a shower and munching down the delicious breakfast that his sweet sister Yuzu had prepared, he tried to prepare his mind for the day that was to follow. He tried to fix his spiky orange hair and got out of the house.

He started walking down the streets of Karakura Town, his school bag thrown over his shoulder and one hand in his pocket, thinking about nothing of importance and wondering why his life was so dull.

There had to be more to life. There had to be more excitement than Sunday night Ramen dinners with his family, Karaoke Saturdays that his weird dad forced on them all and the dreaded mandatory "Share how your week has been" Fridays.

It was all mind-numbingly boring and as he dragged his feet down the street getting closer to the school the thoughts just kept getting stronger.

Looking up past the gate, he saw Karakura High School and Ichigo sighed.

"Here we go again." He said to no one in particular.

He reached the school entrance and headed straight for the lockers.

Taking off his brown shoes to put on the required white shoes he was set for his first class of that day. As he looked around him the room looked completely deserted and a quick glance at his wrist watch just about confirmed his minor fear.

He was late. 30 minutes late to be exact.

Rushing to the classroom, he hoped this was not going to add fuel to the fire. Everybody already saw him as a delinquent, the last thing he needed was to be suspended or worse expelled.

No sooner had he opened the class door than an overly excited Keigo jumped straight for him.

"ICHIGOOOO!" Keigo shouted out. A beaming smile all over his face and arms stretched wide.

Before he could make contact, Ichigo swung his book filled bag and it landed straight for the assailants face. Keigo staggered back a bit and almost fell to the ground but years of this kind of response had made him somewhat an expert at taking the violent rejection.

This got everybody's attention and just made the girls in the class think of Keigo as an even bigger creep and weirdo than they already did.

The class was filled with murmurs and whispers as the girls talked amongst themselves.

"He is so weird."

"What a freaking creep."

"He is always doing that stunt; can't he see Ichigo is too cool for him?"

"Imagine having such a boyfriend, gross."

Keigo's best friend Mizuiro just shook his head and continued reading the latest Chapter of Akame ga kill.

"Ichigo, that hurt." Keigo finally said as he completely straightened up.

"Sorry dude, you came out of nowhere okay. I still can't get used to that." Ichigo explained.

"I understand. I have a cousin who was also molested as a kid, he hates being touched too" Said Keigo with a serious face. Something that people rarely saw.

"WHAT?!" Ichigo had to make sure he heard correctly.

"Mmmh" Keigo pretended not to have said anything. "Anyway I bet you are glad the teacher hasn't shown up today, huh? You are always late Ichigo."

"Yeah, what gives? Any ideas as to why she isn't here yet?" Ichigo asked as he hung his bag behind his chair and sat down. Wishing he was anywhere else and doing anything else.

"She probably just slept in today," a random voice said, "who would blame her? School is such a bore."

"Personally I love school," Chizuru's voice sounded and when Ichigo turned to look at her, he found her staring lustfully at the busty Orihime. The girl threw opened her arms wide and attempted to hug Orihime, but her plans were foiled as the ever protective Tatsuki pushed her away before she made contact. Ichigo just shook his head and looked out the window. He was so bored with it all.

Looking out the window he imagined a life where what he did mattered…a world where he was important and did memorable things.

"Ichigo…" Keigo said to the day dreaming boy in front of him.

"I am sorry…what?" Ichigo looked at the smiling Keigo.

"I was asking if you would rather choose a girl in a maid outfit or a magic girl outfit." Keigo said.

Ichigo did not even know how to respond to that question. His friend Keigo was always saying and asking the weirdest things.

"You are such a pervert Keigo." A girl said from the front of the class.

Keigo reddened as he looked around the class and saw that everyone was listening and now talking about him.

"Dude, you give us guys a bad name, you do know that right?"

This continued for some time and people just keep making their personal comments of Keigo's character. They all thought they knew him all too well.

The entire class was suddenly quieted down when a loud boom was heard outside.

Ichigo had been looking out the window when the explosion happened and all he saw what a massive ball of lighting hitting the side of the school away from their class.

"What the hell was that?" a boy asked as the entire class rushed to the window to see what had caused the ruckus.

Everybody became astounded as they looked outside to see part of the school wrecked like a thousand pound wrecking ball had just been swung into it. A bright light was seen coming through the clouds as tiny stray shooting star looking rays of light were projected in what appeared to be all the corners of the globe.

"I…I…Ich…Ich…Ichigo" Keigo stammered. "What do we do?"

The girls started screaming as one ball of light started coming straight for the window. This was probably going to be the end for them.

What a sadistic way to be killed. In school of all places. This seriously sucked for them.

"GET BACK!" Ichigo shouted. "EVERYBODY GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS!"

The whole lot of them backed away because whenever Ichigo was fired up, everybody listened. Getting as far away from the windows but still being unable to make it out the door due to the commotion, they were all trapped in the classroom, awaiting their doom; killed off by what could only be described as a piece of the sun.

As the light all kept coming closer, the girls' screaming became more frantic. Chizuru was in tears as she moved closer to Orihime, screaming and acting like a baby about to throw a tantrum.

"Orihime, I am scared." She wept as she hugged her friend from the back, her fear stricken trembling hands landing on her friend's breasts. She cried on Orihime's back as she got closer and held on tighter.

As Tatsuki looked at the happenings, she couldn't take it anymore as she walked over to the pair and pried the breast and back assailing Chizuru from the easily accepting and sometimes naïve Orihime.

"That's enough Chizuru. Can't you see that she can hardly breath, calm down we are all freaking out." She said, standing between the two girls.

From then on an eerie silence was in the classroom as the ball of light made contact with the window. The class became filled with screams and shrieks as glass shattered everywhere. Everyone faced the opposite wall as glass shards came right for them. As they all screamed and the light engulfed them, almost blinding those who had kept their eyes open briefly, a ringing sound was heard by all as they covered their ears. It was all they could do to keep the deafening and piecing ring from driving them mad.

Blood started oozing out of their noses, ears and for some in their eyes as the ringing and light become their own version of a torturous hell.

The ringing got louder and louder and the blood trickled from their noses some more. They all held their hands tighter to their heads hoping that it would somehow dull out the noise. Hoping that it would all stop, but it did not. It only got worse as time passed and the pained groans and screams in the classroom become even louder.

Then one by one, they started dropping to the floor, drained, defeated and possibly done for.

After a while when the light had vanished, some of the classmates started coming to. Disoriented¸ a bit dehydrated and feeling like they had survived being kicked by horses and then being run over by a train.

Ichigo was the first to gain consciousness and as he looked down at his bloody school uniform, he felt a power he did not know course through his veins and he knew deep down that what had happened was going to change life as they knew it.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked.

For those that were up - the responses where as ridiculous as the events that had led to them being on the floor in the first place

"My head feels like someone had put my brain in a blender."

"I feel like someone hit me in the stomach with a sledge hammer."

"Did someone kick me in the balls?"

"I can't feel my face."

"Why am I covered in so much blood?"

"Eww"

For a bunch of people who were crying and almost pissing in their pants a while ago, they sure were acting silly now.

"Good, so we are all alive."

"Not all of us." Tatsuki said, sorrow in her voice as she held a classmate in her arms. As the unmoving cold hand of her classmate fell to the floor a feeling of horror was felt by all those who were alive.

A lot more people had died than lived. They lay on the floor, unmoving and lifeless, reminding those that were alive just how fleeting life is. Looking at the bloody floor that had been their once white classroom floor, they saw the limp bleeding bodies of some of their dead classmates and tears filled their eyes.

A melancholy vibe swept through the classroom as they remembered how only 30 minutes ago, they had been one happy class room of friends. In as much as they were all happy to have survived, they were sadder that some of their friends had not.

Ichigo and his friends looked on and most did not know how to react to it all. The world outside as they knew it was gradually transforming into a nightmare. The sky darkened and masked beasts started making their way into the world of the living.

There was no time to mourn the dead as a growl was heard outside the shattered window. Outside, looking and hovering in the air was a black and scaly winged beast with a white mask and long talons that could maul an elephant to death in two seconds. Razor sharp teeth that could easily tear flesh from bone and rip a person limb from limb could also easily be seen. It was like a beast straight out of hell. A total monstrosity. It's one goal was to devour the souls of those unlucky enough to be in its path.

It growled again as it spread its long bat like wings and flapped them once. The effect of this was a strong gust of air being blown into the open window and reaching the scared classmates inside.

"This is not happening." Keigo said. Fear clearly being heard and felt in his voice.

"Well unless we are all high on that light that knocked us out earlier and are now hallucinating, I can testify that thing out there is real and is definitely going to kill us one by one." Tatsuki said.

"Over my dead body!" Came Ichigo's voice, the wind from the outside coming through the window and blowing his orange hair and white now partially bloody shirt as if to just show all that he meant business "we are all going to get out of this alive, mark my words." One look at the glassy and bloody floor made him clench his hands into tight fists he almost drew blood.

"Ichigo don't." Orihime pleaded with him because she knew more than anyone that the carrot topped delinquent always acted recklessly.

As he started walking towards the winged beast, determination and resolve his driving force he knew he had to do something. Too many had died already; he was going to risk it all now, even his very life to save those that he could. That was just who he was. A fighter…a savior…a hero.

He didn't know what he was going to do but he had to try.

Before he could reach his destination, the beast gave a pained growl as it dissipated right in front of their faces. In the next instant a black kimono wearing female jumped through the window and with twin curved swords in her hands, gave a flick of her head to keep a stray shiny and silky blue lock of hair that had been on her face.

Ichigo did not understand what had just happened. There were more masked beasts appearing in the school grounds and the once blue sky looked dark and menacing.

"Are you losers just going to keep gaping at me or will you give me a hand. Its pandemonium out there and those hollows are not going to kill themselves." She said, her piercing blue eyes moving from one confused highschooler to the next until finally landing on Ichigo.

She looked at him longer than appropriate and then she smirked.

~xoxo~

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