i have no idea how many people would read this, since its Ichigo x OC, but i hope it will attract some people. I know that there are a few academy stories already, but they're all Ichiruki or no romance at all, and sorry for Ichiruki fans, but i want to try something new. This story would more or less be relaxing, but there are fights too.

I hope this chapter was okay. It was rather short, but its the introduction, so...Well, hope any of you who read this would be interested in this story and review. R&R!

Disclaimer: its obvious i don't own anything that you can find in bleach. All belongs to...whoever made them. was it Kubo? Dunno, lol

A hundred and three year old Ichigo Kurosaki sighed as he looked at the ceiling of his long-time room. It's already been more than 80 years since the Arrancar war…and since he got back his powers.

His once lean, muscular and youthful body had became an old, frail and weak one. His bright orange hair had turned white and was dropping off.

He had outlived every single one of his human friends, most likely due to his immense amount of Reiatsu. Tatsuki had gotten married at the age of 24, and had passed away at age 79. She lived a happy life, and got to see her grand children grow up till they were fifteen. She had worked as a martial arts instructor for thirty years before she retired at the age of 53.

Orihime and Ishida had gotten married when they were 26 years old. They had three kids, all were successful and currently happily married. They too had their own children. Ishida and Orihime had strong spiritual energy, so they lasted till they were 85 years old. They lived a happy life, and Ichigo could imagine them still living a happy life somewhere in Soul society.

Chad had married at the age of 28, the latest out of all of them. He, too, had lived a comfortable life with his beautiful wife, Akiko. They had four children, which gave birth to more, and more. He died the latest among all of them too, at the age of 88. Just five years ago.

As for Yuzu and Karin, they had died in their early seventies, as their Reiatsu weren't as strong as the others. They still lived wonderful lives, though, each having at least two children.

Isshin had moved to Urahara's place, as he had easy access to Soul Society from there, thus allowing him to see his daughters as much as he wanted. He did come back to the house often to check on Ichigo, though.

The silence was heavy in the house. The house where he had grown up, and where he had started all the business with Soul Society and stuff. He looked at the closet, and gave a small smile. Rukia had visited him only two days ago, telling him that his time was coming. He was ready for it, though. There was nothing left for him in this world.

Ichigo had followed his father's footsteps and became a doctor. He had run his dad's hospital for many years before handing it over to one of his nephews, who had also became a doctor. None of his family was living in the house anymore. He had never gotten married, as he never found a woman he truly loved, thus making his life kind of dull.

"Just die already. I'm not even accepting medical help…" he muttered as he glared at his body. He then scowled. He was actually cursing himself to die faster. Normal people would want to live longer…but he was no normal person.

"Hmph…I'll just take a nap, then…" he said as he closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, he woke up to a voice shouting at his face. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Rukia staring right at him, her face inches from his. He immediately shot up, his forehead colliding into hers and sending her tumbling down the floor.

"Ouch…" he groaned as he rubbed his aching forehead. He then noticed that he was feeling a lot…lighter. He lifted his hand and looked at him. Instead of seeing his weathered and frail hand, he saw a youthful, meaty hand.

"I'm finally dead…finally…" Ichigo muttered and stood up, looking back at his body. It really looked small and weak, so weak…

"Usually, people would be sad that they just died, not happy." Rukia's voice said from behind him. He turned around to greet his old friend, only to be met by a kick on the shin. He immediately doubled over and grabbed his shin.

"What the hell was that for, you bloody midget!?" Ichigo swore as he massaged his poor shin. Rukia glared at him.

"I am NOT a midget, strawberry! And that was for head butting me!" She shouted at him. Ichigo glared back at her, though on the inside, he was happy. This kind of thing, bickering and quarreling…was just like the old times. Looks like time doesn't really matter people who were to live eternally.

"Well, sorry for being shocked when the first thing I see when I open my eyes is your freaking face!" He shouted back, causing Rukia to punch him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and groaned; sending death glares at Rukia, who smirked at his suffering.

"I'll have to konso you, you know." Rukia said.

"Can't I just go to Soul Society through the sekaimon…" Ichigo grumbled, causing Rukia to smirk.

"Nope, you need to konso," Rukia said, and Ichugo's eye twitched in annoyance as Rukia's smirk widened. "And you have to attend academy and hide your identity as well." At this, Ichigo's eyes widened in shock.

"WHAT? WHY DO I HAVE TO GO INTO ACADEMY?" Ichigo asked. Like, come on. He already knew almost everything except Kido.

"Rules are rules. And you still have to learn Kido, since you suck so much at it." Rukia stated simply, shrugging. Ichigo scowled, as usual. He had to admit that he sucked at Kido, even with his years of training to control his reiatsu.

"Than why do I have to hide my identity?" Ichigo asked.

"You don't want people flocking you, do you? And you also have to graduate like a normal student, and work your way up ranks as a normal student. By the way, we have already changed your appearance, mainly your hair and a little this and that to your face. Your name will be Katsuko Akatsuka. Remember that. Also, your zanpakuto needs to be kept in sealed form and given to the headmaster until your fellow classmates get theirs too." Rukia said, her smirked widening as Ichigo's scowl deepened.

"Why the hell do I have to do this…" Ichigo muttered darkly. Rukia laughed and Ichigo glared daggers at her.

"Just try to make friends and help them in their academy without revealing your identity, which means don't show your power. I know you've learned how to hide your Reiatsu, and have better control since you can seal your Zanpakuto now, so you better do that. Who knows, you might finally find a soul mate." Rukia said teasingly, causing Ichigo to sputter and choke on his own saliva.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Ichigo swore loudly, and was about to curse more swear words when Rukia hit his head with the hilt of her Zanpakuto.

"Have fun!" Was the last thing he heard when everything went dark.

Ten minutes later, and a twenty-year-old woman walk in. She had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and in many ways, she looked like Yuzu. She, of course, was the granddaughter of Yuzu, Ayumu Katako.

"Ojisan, I've brought you some fruits." She said as she shook Ichigo's body. When he didn't wake up, she shook him again, and got the same response. She quickly checked whether the body had a pulse and as she had guessed after her second try, Ichigo Kurosaki was dead.

"He's finally gone up there…to soul society…I'll see you in a few decades…" She said as a tear slid down her cheek. She knew about soul society as her mother had known about it, and she could see shimmers that she knew were ghosts whenever she walked down the streets sometimes. Ichigo had treated them all kindly and lovingly, though that scowl of his was always stuck on his face.

She took out her phone and called her relatives, informing them that their extremely old grand uncle has passed away. She smiled.

"Have fun, Ojisan…"