It's a Working Title

by Skeleturd

It has been ten years since Ichigo Kurosaki lost his powers. 9 years since he had ran away from home to protect his family, 9 years since he had adopted the persona of Mugetsu to hide from everyone he knew, whilst he may not have any powers that didn't mean he wasn't going to protect his family. Meanwhile during these years Ichigo's only friend is a certain "Cat" that he depends on

1. It's a Working Title

IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL OF THOSE WHO ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THE FACT OF MY OTHER STORIES;

Hello my, what I would like to call fans. I say that purely because of the fact that I haven't updated any of my stories at all in a short while (counting round about 6-8 months) and I also say that because there are probably none of you left due to my short-term disappearance (SHORT-TERM!?). And I sincerely apologise for that, I have no excuse... most of that time could be put towards the fact that I have recently been relocated to a different learning establishment (but that can only account for at most 2 months of the time of my disappearance) so the other 4-6 months can be counted towards me being a complete lazy tosser who doesn't deserve any of you (although if you are still my fan or are simply reading this in interest... I am eternally grateful).

Anyway, I am sure that all of you reading are curious about what I am babbling on about now, well you see, the simple fact is that I can't handle all of the stories that I am expected to update (it's simply too much time to dedicate to... time that which I don't really have available, also add to the fact that my writing skill is absolutely dreadful and you should all find better authors to follow). So today on "Saturday/23rd/November of 2013 at 15:58" I am creating a poll of which one of my stories you all want me to finish (I say one because I am writing a story right now) and to which of those stories you want me to finish... I will finish and then create another poll for the next story. You all get that?

Anyway... that's all I've got to say. Here is the story you clicked the link for in the first place.

It's... A Working Title

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"Hollow speech" Doesn't include Arrancars.
"Special words, E.g. Zanpakutou" Includes special attacks.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what I am writing; all aspects of Bleach belong to Tite Kubo and any other respective individual/company.

THIS IS A LINE FROM BLEACH

10 years... it had been 10 years since that day. That fateful day that he had won... 10 years since Kurosaki Ichigo had beaten Aizen. 10 years since he had saved everyone. 10 years since he had gained the awesome powers capable of fighting Aizen... Capable of beating Aizen... Capable of killing Aizen.

It had been 10 years since Kurosaki Ichigo had lost all of his powers. All of his powers of a shinigami, of a hollow... of everything.

Ichigo Kurosaki was useless, he was pathetic, and he was powerless, hell! He couldn't even see any form of spirit anymore, Shinigami's? No! Hollows? No! Pluses? Hell no! Kurosaki Ichigo was absolutely 100% useless. Of course all of his friends that hadn't abandoned him always told him that he wasn't useless, that he was and still will always be their protector.

Ichigo sighed and rubbed his eyes in frustration... "It's best that I don't go down that train of thought anymore... it's for the best" he mused to himself sadly. Ichigo was incredible frustrated beyond absolute belief. Even after 10 years his heart was still unable to comprehend why they had left him.

Why had Soul Society left him so hung and dry?

At first Ichigo assumed that after a few months his friends from the after-life would come visit him in their Gigai's made by Urahara, but they just didn't, there was no other way to put it, they just didn't turn up. Did they not care for him? They'd just throw him at Aizen and let him swing away with Zangetsu and if he wins, just toss him away like yesterday's garbage, was that what they were doing to him? Because it certainly seemed like it.

"Bastards" Ichigo muttered sardonically to himself.

But that wasn't the worse thing oh no! What the worse thing was the fact that even after 10 years he still hadn't recovered even a miniscule amount of reiatsu. It was just so damn frustrating not being able to help his friends defend Karakura town from any left-over hollows from the war. Now being at the age of 26, Ichigo Kurosaki had become something of hermit of society.

He even moved out of his family home around nine years ago in a rush and had moved towards the one place where he had beaten Aizen, the hill just outside of Karakura town, the hill with the gaping canyon within it.

It certainly didn't escape Ichigo how ironic the fact that the one place where Ichigo felt safe from abandonment was the most dangerous place he had ever been to before.

Ichigo snorted somewhat "yep! Irony is certainly the one thing I always look for when I am looking for a place to live" and it actually was in a roundabout sort of way. Because of the fact that this was the place where he had beaten Aizen everyone who ever looked for him never even considered to look here... the most dangerous place where he had been in his short time as a Shinigami.

"Irony is awesome in that weird sort of way I suppose" Ichigo consider within his mind.

Although building his own wooden house on the hill wasn't enough, his friends could still recognise him on his few trips into Karakura town when he needed to get the essentials. He couldn't have that. He needed to get rid of everything that could remind him of his "past-life". So he let his hair grow over the 9 years he had left, he let it grow to a ridiculously long length, and since he always hated having long hair, no-one would suspect him because everyone would be looking for someone with short hair.

His hair looked like his hollows when they fought within the Dangai. Although orange hair, no matter how long is pretty damn recognisable. So that's why instead of Ichigo having uncomfortable long orange hair. He now had uncomfortably long dyed black hair. And considering how much hair he had, he had defiantly gone through quite a lot of hair dye packs.

Yea... Ichigo wasn't happy at how much all those pack cost.

His hair reached down to the middle of his back, however it only reached just above his eyes on his front, the fact was that it was still incredibly uncomfortable to live... but if it alleviated an suspicious as to who he was, he would grin and bear it. He couldn't risk being found out "Not after what happened last time, I just can't risk it all over again".

He still visited Karakura town now and again, only to get some groceries and visit a his favourite cafe across from Urahara's shoten Ichigo always told himself this was to keep an eye upon Urahara in case he was up to anything that could like before risk the whole of the world. But the truth was that Ichigo simply didn't trust Urahara.

... "Not anymore anyway".

And that's where we find Ichigo Kurosaki, sitting at a table in his favourite cafe, cradling a cup of herbal tea in his cold hands with it being half-way through November it was kind of expected. And considering the temperature was -1 degrees Ichigo could be forgiven for being cold.

Ichigo takes a sip of his warm beverage, sighing in ecstasy from the warm herbal liquid running down his throat and warming his whole body "Ahh! That's the bloody stuff, I love this stuff" Ichigo mused to himself.

"Why hello there cutie, what are you doing here before me today?" questioned a familiar voice to Ichigo inner delight. Turning his head to his right Ichigo smiled as a familiar chocolate brown face smirking at him.

Ichigo sighed "hello Yoruichi-san, such a pleasure to make your acquaintance once again" the now named Yoruichi smiled back as she lowered herself into the seat across the table from Ichigo, he scratched he dyed black scruffy beard "what would you like today?" he questioned.

"Aww! I'm hurt; all this time and you still don't know what I have to drink here?"

Ichigo couldn't help the grin that crept its way onto his face "okay hot chocolate with extra milk and cream it is". As Ichigo flagged down a waiter and asked for the warm drink for Yoruichi. As this happened her face became a slight frown and Ichigo noticed this occurrence "what's wrong Yoruichi-san?"

"Oh nothing" she replied "I'm just wondering if you're going to tell me your name today" Ichigo groaned as he placed his tea gently back onto its saucer, he rubbed his forehead in frustration however a certain feline woman wasn't going to relent today.

"Aww! C'mon... please, I gave you my name, please, PLEASE, PLEEEEEEASE!"

Ichigo groaned again and folded his arms in annoyance of the current pestering, a scowl slowly forming upon his face. However as soon as he saw her pout he relented without opposition and a small smile played across his lips.

"Call me... Mugetsu if you must" Ichigo smirked that was a good name with no obvious connections to him "well obvious connection that everybody but me doesn't know". Ichigo expected a lot of things from disclosing his supposed name, what he didn't expect was for Yoruichi's eyes to have practically light up in happiness.

"Very well then. Mugestsu-san, it's a pleasure to finally know your name".

"Oh believe me! The pleasure is all mine".

Yoruichi smirked like a Cheshire cat at that comment "oh I believe that's quite true, if I do say so myself".

"Oh you do, do you?" Ichigo asked cheekily, a grin plastered across his face.

Yoruichi leaned slightly across the table and a flirtatious smile played across her chocolate brown face. Ichigo smiled "my my Yoruichi-san, you're being quite flirtatious today aren't you?"

Yoruichi only giggled slightly as she began to lean further and was almost face to face but the waiter came forward with the hot chocolate, a cute blush playing upon her cheeks as she cleared her throat and placed down the cup.

Yoruichi chuckles slightly and returns to her seat, silently picking up the warm beverage and takes a sip, never taking her gaze from Ichigo. Ichigo simply smiled as he finished his herbal tea and pulled a notebook out of his faded jeans right pocket along with a pen from his left, he then starts to write within the notebook. Yoruichi raises a delicate purple eyebrow at this "what'cha doing there Mu-san?" Ichigo raised a dyed black eyebrow in response to that "Mu-san?" he questioned curiously.

"Do you prefer a different name perhaps?"

"No, no... Mu-san is just fine... yo-san" Yoruichi grinned cheekily at that comment.

"And in response to your earlier question, I am simply making notes for my new book" Yoruichi looked slightly puzzled at this information and Ichigo's smirk grew in response "What? You expected me to do something else perhaps?" Yoruichi quickly shook her head to signify she meant no offense.

Thankfully Ichigo waved his hand slightly as he took no offense for the remark at all.

"So, what's your book about?"

"Well to be honest, it's more of a graphic novel than a book".

Yoruichi's left eyebrow raised ever so slightly "Oh? What's it about?" Ichigo scratched the back of his head sheepishly "which is harder than you'd think thanks to this ridiculous hair".

"It's about a young boy who gains the powers of a shinigami and uses those powers to protect the ones he loves" the instant those words left Ichigo's mouth he knew he could have been in trouble from the slightly narrowed look Yoruichi gave him from across the table.

"Well done you dumbass" Ichigo insulted himself mentally.

"It's really good; the protagonist is a 12 year old boy with long red hair!" Ichigo started to sweat slightly, however he almost couldn't stop the sigh of relief escape his lips when Yoruichi's narrowed gaze disappeared.

"What's it called?" she asked innocently.

Ichigo inwardly smiled, he liked these little talks with Yoruichi even if she didn't know that it was actually Ichigo she was talking to, she made his usual scowling expression into something a little more... cheerful.

"Too bad I can't let her know that it's actually me, I can't risk my family finding out, I don't deserve... not anymore".

A sombre expression found its way onto Ichigo's face as he recalled what could be considered the worst day in his life.

Flashback;
9 years ago at Ichigo's family home.

It had been a full year since he had beaten Aizen, a full year since Soul Society had abandoned him, he was currently within his home with his family, his dad was out taking care of "something" whatever that something was so he was left with looking after his two sisters on this fine Saturday afternoon.

Getting up from his bed after a few minutes of relaxation, he meandered downstairs into the living-room to see his two younger sisters sat at the couch debating onto what to watch. Sighing he plopped himself in between the two, snatching the remote from Karin's hand as he changed the channel to what he wanted to watch.

"Ichi-nee!" complained Karin as she lunged at her older brother in an attempt at retrieving the remote from his clutches as he held it high above her head. A smirk found its way slowly on Ichigo's usual sombre face.

Yuzu noticed this as she giggled cutely at the sight of her twin sister attempting get the remote back. "Onee-chan!" Yuzu squealed as she jumped at Ichigo in sync with Karin.

Ichigo laughed heartily as he held off both attackers from the remote, his eyes shined with happiness as he remembers why he had fought in the first place.

"Maybe... Maybe I can live like this from now on. No fighting. No death, just a relaxing life with my family" he thought to himself happily.

Too bad Ichigo was going to eat those words in the next second.

(SMASH)

Flashback end

"...tsu? Mugetsu-san!" Ichigo was broken from his thoughts as Yoruichi's voice reached him. "Mugetsu! Are you okay?"

"Uhhh... yea, I'm fine, what was your question?" Ichigo shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"I asked you what the name of your novel was."

Ichigo mused out-loud for a second until his face adopted a grin "my graphic novels name is... Bleach!"

"Bleach?" She asked, both of her delicate eyebrows rose.

Ichigo scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"It's a working title"

Chapter one finished!

So what did y'all think eh? Ya like it?
Let me know what you all think and don't forget to vote on the poll of which of my stories you actually want me to finish okay?

Once again I apologise for my inexcusable tardiness.

This is IEvolution2330I signing off
CYA!