Kisuke Uruhara stared intently at what could only be described as an emotionally broken Ichigo, "Are you sure about this? I can't guarentee it will work." Ichigo continued to look at the ground and nodded. Uruhara looked at the other who had gathered in his shop. Orihime was in the corner crying as Uryu hugged her tight. Chad's normal calm demeanor had been replaced with that of barely supressed rage. Uruhara sighed as he bent down to Ichigo's level, "Do you even know what the word experimental means? You asking to specifically isolate the memories of these past few years, erase them, and then replace them. This isn't as easy as the ones the Soul Society uses. Those people have practically no spiritual pressure. If I mess this up, you could end up a vegetable for the rest of your life."

Ichigo's fist clenched as he tried to calm his shaking, "I know exactly what I am asking. They were dragged into something they had nothing to do with. They never stood a chance. I won't to forget it. I wan't to forget that it's my fault my family is gone."

Uruhara looked Ichigo in the eyes, "And Ms. Rukia?"

Ichigo looked up staring intently at Uruhara, "Stop trying to talk me out of this. He always gets harder to control when I get emotional especially when I get angry."

Uruahara frowned, "You mean-"

Ichigo nodded, "That bastard is in my head right now yelling for me to let him out. That's why I want to forget everything, then I want you to seal my powers."

Uruhara sighed and shook his head, "The Ichigo I know wouldn't run away from something like this."

Ichigo nodded in agreeance, "But that Ichigo has gotten tired of spending endless hours and sleepless nights just trying not to lose control." They heard a ruckus outside. Ichigo's head snapped up, "Hurry up old man, I want this done so do it."

Uruhara almost wished Youroichi would just let Rukia past and into the doorway. He sighed and held up a device in front of Ichigo, "Smile for the birdy." There was a puff of smoke and then everyrthing went back.

--5 years later--

"Are you sure that he's remembering?"

"I think that's obvious. Have you scene his sketch book lately?"

Was this still part of his dream? His sketchbook? Ichigo thought he hid that. His uncle had made a big deal about it that time he came across it and it was filled with drawings of the same girl. He couldn't help it that the images wouldn't stop. They never made any sense and were never long enough to provide any clues as to who this person was, but deep down Ichigo knew that this person meant something. The female who appeared to be his age with shoulder length black hair. The strange thing was often his friends would appear in dreams with her.



"Shh, I think he's waking up."

Ichigo felt a wooden tip touching his head and pressing against it, "Hey Ichigo, wake up you idiot. You have visitors." Ichigo slowly opened his eyes and looked up at his "uncle" wearing the same old green outfit he always wore. His hat was pulled down and shading his eyes. In one hand was a cane that was now firmly pressed against Ichio's head. In the other was a paper fan that his "uncle" always seemed to have.

"I'm awake now could you let me up."

Uruhara smiled, "Not until you tell me why you consatntly insist on going without your medication." Uruhara held up an empty pill bottle. "How long have you been out?"

Ichigo pushed the cane away from his head and sat looking around realising he had fallen asleep outside at his college once again. He looked at his watch.

"I spoke with your professor and told him you would not be there. I told him my little nephew was still too stupid to realize that you shouldn't go without medication that is suppose to keep you from getting very sick."

Ichigo brushed his back off standing up and sighing, "I was going to come by this weekend. It's hard for me to come during the week. I have classes then physical therapy."

Uruhara shook his head, "How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me and let me know you're out. Either me or Youroichi will come out and bring it to you." Uruhara then went onto some emotional rampage that proved he had to be friends with Ichigo's father, "Is my lone surviving nephew ashamed of me?"

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, "Let's see you do the crap you're doing right now, until of course you spot a pretty co-ed at which point you try to flirt with them, and then when they shoot you down you try to act as matchmaker and hook them up with me. And how many times do I have to tell you I'm not yoru real nephew!"

Tears started to flow down Uruhara's face, "Is this the thanks I get? For taking in one of my dearest friends son after such a tragedy? Do you see how yoru son is speaking to me Isshin?"

Ichigo was about to say something when he felt something soft and warm pressed against his back and two arms drapped over his shoulders locking around his chest. "Come on Kisuke you're embarrassing the boy. Can't you see he's till shy around girls?"

Ichigo frowned and shrugged off the grip of his other visitor. He turned and saw his "uncles" closest "friend", "And this is the other person you offer to come and deliver the medicine. I sware she's worse than you. She's always hanging on me and making this weird comments. I sware I don't know which one of you is a bigger pervert."

Ichigo was automatically grabbed by the collar by the bronze goddess, "What did you say you little punk? You compare me to him? Why don't you just loosen up. You should have grown out of the 'cooties' stage years ago. I mean boys are suppose to like it when beautiful women embrace them like that."

Ichigo narrows his eyes, "Those people just don't know you well enough or they would run away screaming."

Ichigo and Youroichi were nose to nose about ready to fight when Uruhara's voice interupted them, "Oh this is a very nice one. I don't see why you don't look into at least minoring in some form of art."

Ichigo's head snapped back to Uruhara to see him flipping through a black sketchpad with a worn out cover. Ichigo had brought it with him when one of his friends has let it slip to a classmate that Ichigo could draw pretty well. Unfortunately he had picked up the wrong one and had brought the book with pictures of the same girl who would constantly visit his dreams. Uruhara was then rewarded with a fist to the side of his face, "That one is personal you old man!" He snatched his sketchbook from Uruhara who was now on the ground twitching in pain from the hit. He looked around noticing that he and his visitors had become quite a spectical and frowned before gathering his things and walking off.

When Ichigo was a good distance away Uruhara sat up unharmed but rubbing his cheek, "That one actually hurt a little."

A hand was reached out as Youroichi helped her friend to his feet, "Then that proves as yet another development. He can't survive that long without the pills anymore. And the time keeps getting smaller and smaller."

Uruhara nodded, "It's only a matter of time now. But I hope the seal is in better shape cause if that hollow inside of Ichigo gets out before Ichigo is ready for it, then we're in big trouble."

Youroichi sighed, "I'll call Orohime and Chad and get them to talk the idiot down before he gets too angry."

--

Ichigo stormed through the campus towards the art wing. He was already late for his class and there was no way he would have been able to concentrate during it anyways after a run-in with Uruhara. There were times he wondered why he even put up with the old man but then he remembered that he was the only person Ichigo had left. After his family had been murdered when a patient had turned on them, Uruhara had taken in Ichigo as if he were his own son. Ichigo's memory was a little fuzzy, but apparently he had come in while the patient was trying to escape. He had been the only one to get out alive. Uruhara, Youroichi and his freinds from High school had been there in the hospital when he had woken up.

He found an empty quiet room and took a seat. He slowly pulled out his sketch pad and began to put the finishing touches on his latest drawing on the mystery girl. He had been drawing for a while when he heard the door open and close. He felt someone standing over his shoulder.

"Ever heard of obsessions Kurosaki?"

Ichigo sighed, "Go away Ishida."

Uryu sighed and placed a pill bottle next to Ichigo, "Tell that old pervert that I am not a delivery boy." He then turned and left. As he walked out of the building, Chad and Orihime were both there staring at him waiting for the answer to the unasked question. Uryu nodded, "Uruhara is right. It's wearing off. He's remembering."

Orihime gasped, "But if he remembers then-"

"He will know the real reason behind his families death. It's time to set the back up plan into place. When his memories come back all the way, he may be unstable," finished Uryu.