I don't own Bleach.

*This fiction series will be updated weekly*

The wind was howling vigorously as the pulchritude, ball of fire was setting, drowning in the sky as it lowered itself only to be risen once more after a long twelve hours. The fluffy, tired clouds that loomed over the world looked down upon the one boy who was walking along the misty path. The aforementioned boy had orange and messy hair. He wore the average school uniform which consisted of a blank, white shirt along with a grey jacket that sat on top. In addition, he wore grey trousers with a belt which stuck out to the side slightly.

The orange-haired boy looked down at the murky path, his brown eyes drooping with exhaustion. All he wanted to do was sleep, yet at the same time he feared what he will come to if he had returned home. The boy's agitated scowl stuck upon his face for eternity. However, every time he had seen his father's fists clenched up into an iron ball, his expression would either be even more irritated or pleading for mercy - though he would never swallow his pride and beg for his father to stop with his insane abuse.

He arrived at his small house - which was also a small clinic - and slid in through the doorway, hoping to not be noticed. Though despite his efforts, the young substitute Soul Reaper was rudely greeted by a pounding, powerful punch right in the cheek as his father came flying towards him with a displeased expression. Yes, once again his father was drunk. He was consumed by the addictive alcohol that he had drank whilst Karin, Yuzu and Ichigo were at school.

Ichigo was only glad that he didn't take it one step further than what his father had previously done to him before, but on his sisters. He was only glad that he hadn't raped Karin and/or Yuzu like Isshin Kurosaki once attempted to do to Ichigo in the path, a few weeks ago.

Even though Ichigo's dad attempts to abuse the innocent younger children of the house, namely Yuzu and Karin, Ichigo is always there to interfere and prevent him from going any further with his awful torture. Ichigo could remember the times where Isshin actually loved his children, where the whole family would come together in tranquil, but now it's hell. An agonising pit of hell.

"What the hell, dad?!" Ichigo exclaimed as he hit the wall behind him with full impact.

"You!" He roared, his eyes turning into large daggers which pierced the souls of the innocent. "You were the... the reason - the reason why my sweet... my beautiful Masaki died!"

Ichigo's eyes turned soft and his threatening scowl turned into an apologetic frown, "Yeah, I know that... You don't need to make me feel dreadful almost every God damned day!" He boomed back, but this time his tone wasn't as strong and vicious like his dad's.

"Come here, you bastard son of mine!" Isshin cried as he grabbed a hold of his son and yanked him forwards into the house, dragging him further and further into the fiery pits of hell - the flames of rage engulfing his spirit as tears started rolling down his face unconsciously whilst his father continued to vigorously pull on him. He didn't even try to resist. Because if he did, he knew that the pain would be worse and he would attack his sisters. He wanted to endure the pain, endure it for his sisters... he wanted to protect them.

As he dragged him across the house in a violent way, they reached the twins' room. Though from the outside Ichigo knew something wasn't right, 'Aren't they supposed to be at school?' He thought to himself as he smelled the thick, vile scent of blood. Its metallic, disgusting scent hitting him as Isshin slowly opened the door, grinning to himself.

As soon as the door opened, Ichigo's legs felt weak, his limbs had collapsed on him. Before he knew it, he was on the floor writhing in the sorrow and guilt from the messed-up picture he had seen.

Blood.

Blood was everywhere.

The red liquid dripping from the ceiling and running down the walls as if it were a slow race. The sheets were drenched in the liquid and so were the two figures who laid on the floor - motionless.

Dead.

Tears poured out of Ichigo's eyes as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "KARIN! YUZU!"The orange-haired boy sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. He cried in disgust and anguish as his once beautiful sisters were deceased; dead on the floor lying in front of him. They were coated in layers of blood. Their arms looked as if they were rigorously ripped from their tiny bodies as so was their legs. Their eyes were opened wide in fear and fright as if they had seen a demon - though with what had happened to them, they had seen one. A ruthless killer, murderer, bastard.

Ichigo turned around to face his immoral father who had been sinisterly laughing at the teenager's tears of terror. The man's foul, brown eyes were filled with delight; delight for his son's grief. He watched murderously like a wolf to its prey as Ichigo's tears waved down his face like a rushing waterfall.

"Wipe that smirk of your face...!" Ichigo warned, "How could you...?!"

"What?" The menacing murder replied.

"How could you do that to your own FAMILY?!" He boomed with vengeance, "You... You... BASTARD!"

Without a word, his mischievous grin turned into an infuriated frown. Rapidly, he grabbed Ichigo by the luminous, orange hair and threw him inside of the room. Then, he charged at him, (once again grabbing his hair) and forcing him to lean over one of his sisters. The sister who took on the role of their mother. The sister who loved and cared the most for everyone. The sister with the light brown hair. Yuzu. "Look into her eyes, you scum!" Isshin roared as Ichigo kept his eyes shut. They were tightly stuck together as if they had been super glued.

"No!" He yelled, refusing to face the angelic girl who was covered in blood.

"Look into the eyes of your dead sister! LOOK AT HER!"

"GET OFF OF ME!"

Suddenly, Ichigo forced himself up and smashed his malevolent father in the face with his mighty fist like a colossal paroxysm!

As his dad hit the floor, he looked over at his sisters as more tears forced their way down his face, but still, he had to act strong - not for himself, for his sisters. He saw the girls who laid dead like sleeping angels.

Angels.

The best word to describe them. They had stuck up for Ichigo and attempted to make him put a loving smile upon his face, though just seeing them happy and alive was enough to make them smile. The girls' pale skin was like the colour of ice, even though it was a more sickly colour of white. It just reminded him of Toshiro Hitsugaya, the only Captain who truly understood the Kurosaki boy. If he had told Toshiro about their deaths, he would go on a relentless rampage just to destroy Isshin and send him to hell where he would be killed a limitless amount of times. He would then feel pain of what he had caused.

Just then, the goat-faced father jumped up and faced Ichigo directly, "Get away from me...", Ichigo muttered with a hidden fury.

"Make me!"

"GET AWAY!" He screeched, grabbing his father by the neck and slamming him up against the nearest wall. His father choked, glaring into the soul of the substitute Soul Reaper. His eyes pierced the soul of the boy which made him get caught off guard. He lifted his leg up with a large thrust, kicking away the boy as he was sent through the wall, blood running down both of their mouths.

Each of them coughed up crimson blood before Isshin said with a brutal tone, "If you hate me so much then leave! But be warned, when I find you, I'LL KILL YOU!"

"I WILL!" He cried back as he quickly jumped towards his room, smashing through the door, grabbing Kon before jumping out of the window and landing perfectly and athletically on the ground below.

"Ichigo, what's happened?" Kon asked innocently, "Why was your dad and you shouting?"

"We're leaving." The strawberry replied simply as the rain merged with his tears, concurrently washing away the blood from his wounds, "And we're not coming back..."