This is a familiar chapter I believe, it was part of my original story as an Omake, that surprising many found to be an interesting story concept. So I decided to post this back up here and also make a second chapter for it.

Now this story is something I will probably make several other chapters on, depending how much people like it, also I will be making other story chapters alongside this one so do not expect this one to be the only one that gets attention. I will make chapters if people are interested, but for now this chapter and the second one are the only ones I have made for the moment. I will still be focusing on my other stories, so this will be updated on an irregular basis.

Now the basis of this story is that Ichigo got Frostmourne, the Runeblade of the Lich King as his Zanpakuto and the Lich King as his Zanpakuto Spirit. Now I can say for certain this was a bad-ass combination. Ichigo's limitless potential and the Lich Kings godly power would have wrecked the Gotei 13 something savage. So the thought of continuing this has always been on my mind and now that I have post another chapter, I hope to hear your response to it.

Frostmourne

Chapter 01: Power Eternal

Ichigo leapt away as Urahara swung Benihime at him, the blade sliced through a stone boulder like it was nothing, gritting his teeth in frustration as he tried to defend himself against the crazy nut job. All the while he had that damn smile on his face, if was infuriating to only be able to run away as he clung to the damn handle of all that remained of his Zanpakuto.

"Is this all I can do?" Ichigo thought to himself, he had come all this way to fight and save Rukia and yet he couldn't even muster the nerve to fight back. "How can I do what that guy told me?"

Ichigo felt his world go black as the pain enveloped him, he was blinded as white liquid poured from his eyes and his screams were muffled as the same liquid vomited up from his mouth. He couldn't stop it; his couldn't help but scream in agony as the transformation continued. Every waking moment he tried to remain conscious was another that was filled with untold agony. Above him he could see three figures looking down at him, before his vision went black and the pain he felt vanished along with all other feeling.

Ichigo eyes opened and found himself looking up towards a cloud covered sky that cracked with lightning, blue flashes of light could be seen everywhere. He felt the cold chill as frigid wind passed over him, freezing him to the bone; quickly he shot up to find himself no longer within the dark pit Urahara had thrown him into. But in a frozen barren tundra, he was in the middle of a snowy valley between to massive mountain ranges, all he could see was snow and rock and hear only the wind and thunder above. Where in the hell was he?

"You are here." Ichigo heard a whisper on the wind, quickly turning to the voice his eyes widened in shock at what lay behind him. Instead of a similar long valley that now lay behind him, a massive tower of ice and snow planted within a massive field of jagged columns of Ice that rose up two hundred feet into the air. But at the pinnacle of the tower Ichigo could see a single crystal of a deep ocean blue.

"Come to me." Another call echoed in his ears, Ichigo gazed up at the crystal and immediately he felt a gaze upon him, there was something above him, it was watching him, studying him, judging him.

Without another word he walked, taking one step after the other towards the massive spire of ice and snow, moving towards the person who likely held to answers he sought.

He travelled for what seemed like hours, fighting against the colds winds and the treacherous terrain, trying to find a way to the tower, and as he approached its looming structure cast a forbidding shadow over him. All around him was a forest of icy claws and jagged spikes that jutted from the ground, this place was both a nightmare, yet somehow, it almost was a place he could call his own, as if this was a part of him. His journey halted at the base of the spire, a long winding stairwell lead up the spire to its pinnacle, yet before he could make his ascension he was forced to a halt.

"You tread upon this plane as if it is your own, it is not." Came a voice from the wind, its words were low and hollow, yet there was some sort of sage like wisdom that carried itself in the tone, as if the owner of the voice was a Wiseman.

"Who are you?" Ichigo called out, his words echoing on the wind and travelling far.

"You ask my name, yet you know not who you are." The voice chided, as if scorning him for his lack of knowledge.

"What are you talking about? I am Ichigo Kurosaki!" he called out once more.

"You know what you are named, but do you know who you actually are?" the voice said, its words were a riddle, as if testing him to find out who he really is.

"Shut up! What the hell is the point of this?" Ichigo yelled, but was met only by a chuckle, a deep and dark laughter that made ones bone tremble more than the cold air around him.

"I wish to see if you are worthy of the mantle I wish to bestow upon you." The voice said.

"What are you talking about?" called out Ichigo, he kept speaking in riddles, how was he meant to know what he was talking about.

Then from above something fell from the sky, he saw one shards of blue ice collide with the ground, and then he turned as another did so just opposite of him. Then he felt the ground beneath him begin to buckle, and with another collision the earth he stood upon shattered and he fell into the darkness, falling beside him were the same blue ice shards, but there were dozens more, hundreds more.

"Your first awaits you." The voice said as he fell. "You seek to regain your power, I give you this chance." Ichigo searched around looking for him. "With the power within you, you will become more than you ever could be."

"How? I don't have the powers of a Death God anymore!" screamed Ichigo as he continued to fall.

"Foolish child, you know not that you hold the power within you." The voice said. "What was destroyed by Byakuya Kuchiki was merely the power given to you by Rukia, what I offer you, is your true power."

"My… power." Ichigo murmured.

"Yes, it has been lying dormant for too long, it has slept and remained unused for years, and only now have you begun to feel it." the voice said. "This place, the connection you have to it, but it is fading."

True enough Ichigo watched as the world above him began to fade and decay.

"You have not much time." the voice called, booming and commanding. "Find the shell that holds the power you seek, for if you do not, then you will become a mindless animal, fit only to be slaughtered."

"How the hell do I find it!?" called out Ichigo as his body slammed into the ground and then he felt himself sinking, all around him was darkness, with only a small amount of illumination from the lights of the hundreds of crystals that had followed him here.

'How do I find it?' Ichigo thought, how was he to find his power, how was he meant to do anything when he couldn't even get out of a pit before he turned into a hollow. 'I can't even sense spiritual energy all that good either.'

Ichigo knew he had only a few minutes to find his Death God powers before he would turn into a hollow, but how? He did not know. If he knew what his powers looked like then maybe he could do something.

'Wait…' Ichigo thought for a moment, he remembered something Uryu told him when they first met about spiritual energy, but he also knew that he was a Death God, but how? "He said…'didn't you know?'" No there was more, what was it? 'Didn't you know that...? Shingami's…' Come on, what was it? 'Shinigami's spiritual ribbons are red.' That was it!

Ichigo focus his senses and soon enough a seen of white ribbons surrounded him, searching he found a single ribbon before him, red and… covered in strange symbols. Ichigo grabbed the cloth and instantly the shards dispelled aside from one that moved towards him. When close a hole opened at the top of it and there was the hilt of a sword.

"What… the…?" Ichigo choked, this was his power, but it was just the sword.

"Very good." Ichigo turned and found only darkness around him, where was this man. "You found it, and have completed the first stage of your ascension to take upon the mantle of my power."

"Who are you?"

"I am someone who wishes you to strive forward." The voice said. "In you there is a power and will to fight, that overshadows any force in this world and beyond, your indomitable spirit is what will allow you to succeed and overcome any obstacle in your path."

Ichigo didn't know what he was talking about, it was always in riddles.

"Who are you?" Ichigo called again, to which he was only met with silence.

"My name is ******" the voice called, Ichigo didn't hear it aside from static, what was that. "I see, you are not yet ready." The world around them began to shake and the waters Ichigo was in began to churn and thrash. "Quickly take the sword, return to the world and show them your true power, show them how much of a warrior you are."

Ichigo looked towards the hilt of the zanpakuto and grasped it, and when he did he felt the power he had lost days ago return to him. He felt the power of the Death God's flow through his body and strengthening him. With a roar he tore it from the ice and then all around him exploded with a bright light.

Ichigo felt a hand descend on his shoulder, turning Ichigo saw Urahara there right behind him with Benehime raised and ready to strike, before Ichigo was tugged back and thrown off his feet. Looking up he saw the blade descending towards him, Ichigo rolled to the side and avoided the strike as it shattered the ground beneath him. Ichigo rolled to his feet and took off once more, running for his life as the man chased after him, intent on killing him where he stood.

'Shit! He's going to kill me!' Ichigo's thoughts screamed within his mind. 'I'm going to die! I'm going to die!' Although there was fear within him, he also held some frustration and anger, he had come here to get his powers back to save Rukia and now he was going to die. It was pathetic and he knew it, how was he meant to do anything when he couldn't even stand and fight.

'Stop running you coward.' Ichigo halted, the voice had returned, and it was brimming with anger and disappointment. 'You call yourself a warrior; you are full of doubt and fear. A true warrior does not feel this; he instils it into his enemies.'

'I can't fight him, I don't have a weapon.' Ichigo retorted, his anger overshadowing his fear of death, then how world shifted around him, no longer within the underground training area, but on a high perch overlooking a frozen wasteland.

"Pathetic." Ichigo turned and instead of thinking he would see nothing, he was wrong, and his eyes widened at the very sight before him.

Sitting upon a throne carved into the Ice of a massive blue crystal was an ethereal being covered in armour. Silver armour covered his feet, greaves, chest, wrists hands and shoulders, skulls and spikes adorned them, a screaming visage of the damned and suffering that was to accompany any who fell before him. Ichigo could see the power that radiated from the being in front of him, it was all encompassing, and Ichigo felt dread and anger seep from seep from the being that sat upon that Frozen Throne.

But it was the crown that drew his attention; it was a full face and head crown, with only a slot for the eyes which had a nose guard, and a narrow vertical opening beneath that guard that gradually opened up and out of the crown. The very top of the helm was made in some twisted mockery of a crown, sharped spikes jutted out along the top of the helmet and around, with the largest being at the front and having a small blue crystal imbedded within. Along with a large spike that had the depiction of a skull that stared with a much hatred as the one who wore it.

But there was nothing there, just a dark mist that was held within the armour by an unseen force, and all that tell Ichigo that there was something within, were the two glowing orbs that were as cold as the tundra behind him. He could certainly say he was at the mercy of the being before him; it was as if he was standing before a king than anything else, but this was no normal form of royalty, this being was a ruler of something much darker.

"You run and hide and yet you still have the nerve to think yourself better than him." said the voice; his words were dark and foreboding and promised pain unimaginable to any who defied him. "Better, than me." His words dropped into a deep growl, his words distorted and were filled with the echoing of many voices, screaming, wailing, and begging, all at the same time. He felt a pressure on him and every fibre of his being was being squeezed by the mere gaze of the being before him.

"I can't beat him!" Ichigo tried to refute him, true he thought he could defeat Kisuke is he had a sword, but he didn't. "I cannot beat the guy without a sword!"

"Then call out my name." The voice said simply, but the echoing of the damned could still be heard. "Take my power and crush the boisterous fool."

"But how?" said Ichigo, how was he meant to take his power and wield it when he could even hear his words.

"Then you are not worthy to hear my name." The voice said, again disappointment laced its cold and dark words. "But…" Ichigo looked up; hope in his eyes, maybe there was an alternative. "I can give you another power, though you will not take the mantle of my being, you may take up my sword."

Ichigo watched as a crystal rose from the frozen ground in front of him, but it was not the crystal that drew Ichigo's eyes, but what lay within, a sword, both beautiful and terrifying.

"Take this weapon, become instrument of war." The voice said. "Where you tread, your enemies will know their doom approaches." Ichigo reached for the crystal. "You will be a force of retribution that will cleanse all in your path." Ichigo touched the crystal and it glowed. "Take up my Runeblade, take up…"

Urahara watched as Ichigo stood in the middle of the small pass between two large rock formations, he was just standing there and doing nothing, he sighed to himself, it looked like Ichigo wasn't going to be able to do this. He had hopes for the boy, he had promise and if he actually pulled this off then they could do more than just save that Rukia girl, but it would seem that he had only wasted what little time had used on the boy. It would be best to finish this, a single strike and he could remove the boys powers, no point in letting him keep them, if he couldn't grow and get stronger, than he was only a danger to himself at the moment.

Urahara charged forward and readied to strike, but before he could make a move Ichigo twisted around and then he raised the handle up. The former twelfth division captain felt a spike in his reiatsu, had he actually done it?

"FROSTMOURNE!" A massive explosion of light and energy erupted from Ichigo's position, Urahara halted in his charge to shield himself from the sudden outburst of spiritual energy. Urahara had to admit that the outburst was very powerful; he didn't expect him to release it like that. But he noticed something coming from him, he almost considered it dark and oppressing, but not as a force, as if there was something that was judging him right now and seeing if he was worthy. How odd.

Urahara opened his eyes and was surprised by what he saw, instead of a barren desert area he was in the middle of a frozen wasteland, the boys release has frozen everything, and it looked like his Zanpakuto was an Ice-type. Looking back he noticed Ichigo kneeling and in his right hand was his zanpakuto, and what a zanpakuto it was.

The blade of the weapon double edge and silver, there were few imperfections and chipped pieces here and there, but still solid and sturdy. As the blade went closer to the hilt certain patterns began to emerge, along one edge near the top of the blade was several jagged teeth, which looked sharp enough to actually rip someone apart. Also along the flat of the blade were some intricate symbols that glow a deep azure blue and pulses like a heart, as if the very thing was alive.

Above the blade was the hit that came in three parts. The first were the crossguards, there were two, and both were connected to a triangular plate that was inscribed with similar runes as on the blade. From this two four inch long claws jutted out from either side of the plate and looked as sharp as the blade itself. Above them was the second crossguard, solid metal and intricately designed, on the end of both were skull pummels that added to image of the blade, and wrapped around the lengths were horns. These horns led to the final piece of the crossguard, the ram skull that adorned the plate and its eye socket were aglow with a strange energy and mist. The handle was metal and with rings along the lengths with a simple pummel. All in all it was a very scary weapon to look at, but it was likely just for show.

"My Kurosaki that is a scary looking sword you have there." Urahara said his voice jovial as always and without a care in the world. "Now that you have released your Zanpakuto we can really start stage three."

Silence only met him, Urahara raised his sword at the ready, as Ichigo rose he pulled the sword from the snow covered ground. His stance was relaxed and yet ready to change at any moment.

"Urahara." Ichigo asked, the shop keeper looked at the young shinigami and watched as he raised his blade up and held it horizontally in front of him and raising his free hand over it. "Please dodge the next attack."

Urahara wondered what he was talking about, did he actually think that he could take him down with his next attack. Then Urahara watched as the three remaining needles from the Bankin shattered from his shoulder, and then he swiped his over the blade and veil of energy appeared and coiled around the blade.

"I cannot hold back!" Ichigo called out, as he raised the blade up and then slashed it downwards, Urahara quickly reacted.

"Nake: Chikasumi no Tate!" But the next moment an explosion occurred and all around was consumed by a bright light.

In the distance Tessai, Ururu and Jinta hid behind a rock, the attack from Ichigo's shikai had created a small shockwave and they were forced to take cover behind a still crumbling rock. But only a few seconds later did the wave dissipate and disappear completely. Hesitantly they all moved to check and see what had happened, Urahara was very close to that explosion, and they had no idea if he was alright or not. And when they peeked over they were shocked by what they were looking at.

Urahara looked at his Blood Mist Shield and wash surprised that there was anything left of it, it had been nearly torn apart, and there wasn't even a single inch of the shield that didn't have a crack in it. That attack of Ichigo's was powerful; he looked down at his zanpakuto to see a thin layer of frost over his weapon as well as a long crack running along the length of the blade, she had taken a beating despite the shield, that was one powerful attack. He almost regretted not taking Ichigo's advice on dodging when he told him to.

But what surprised him most was the fact that beside him was a large opening in the earth that went as far as he could see and also his had was laying on the ground and was utterly ruined. He would have cried then and there if not for a voice that took him out of his stupor.

"Should we continue our match Urahara?" looking up Kisuke could see Ichigo looking down at him from behind the Blood Mist Shield, his eyes betraying nothing but determination and the will to fight on. Also in his hand was the blade that was still glowing with power, and it looked like it was eager in some way, the way those eyes in the rams skull looked at him made him a little nervous.

"No need, you have passed the third stage." Urahara said. Before he turned and picked up his hat and put it on his head, for a short moment there was silence. And then unexplicently Urahara fell to the ground and started rolling around like a child having a tantrum. "It's not the same! You ruined my hat! You ruined my hat!"

Ichigo watched him behave like a child for only a moment before he lifted up Frostmourne and examined the blade. The power that seeped off it was incredible; he never thought he could wield a weapon like this. With it he knew for certain he could save Rukia.

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