Mansion

This is my first fic. I read some of the stories you guys wrote, so I thought I give it a try

Dislaimer: Bleach is not mine.

I've been able to see ghosts as long as I can remember

I can see them so clearly that.. I couldn't tell the difference between the living and the dead when I was younger. So i'm used to questions like thatq. Usually if I laugh it off, they drop it. It didn't seem like a big problem. That's what I always thought...until...that day.

"Ack!"

"oh no... that mean old truck. Are you okay, Ichigo? I'm sorry, honey. Let's switch sides. Let mommy take the road."

"No. I'm fine. My raincoat keeps me dry!"

"I'll protect you from things like that! Oh... What a brave boy! But wait! Roadside duty isn't for someone who can't even beat Tatsuki even once!"

"Ah wum da ubber day!"

"What did you say?"

"I WON THE OTHER DAY!"

"There! You're all clean!"

Parents moods have a big effect on their kids. i think she knew that. I loved my mother. I never saw her cry or get mad...not even once...

"Come on... Let's go!"

"Mommy...hold my hand."

"Okay"

And not just me. Yuzu and Karin, who were four at the time. And Dad...all loved her as much as I did. She was the center of our universe. Dad told me my name means "one who protects" That's when...I remember thinking...I wanted to protect my mother. Who always protected me.

"Huh? Oh..."

"Ichigo?"

"Wait right here, mommy."

"What? ... ICHIGO!"

" NO! ICHIGO!"

Bleach: Mansion

"Wake up...Ichigo!" Kon shouted as he jumped up and down on the orange haired shinigami. Without warning, Ichigo grabbed Kon's leg and threw him into the wall.

"OOF!" He hit the wall and slid down. " Ow! That hurt, berry head! Why do you always have to trea..." In a fit of anger, Ichigo punched the wall, which make Kon jump. He started to say something but stopped whrn he noticed that Ichigo didn't move. He sat there with his head down , as if he was grieving.

"Ichigo...?" A concerned Kon climbed up onto the bed. Tears began to roll down Ichigo's cheeks. He wiped them with the sleeve of his shirt.

"I'm fine, Kon." Ichigo stared at the clock on his dresser. He got up out of bed.

Saturday, July 10

Ichigo looked out the window. " That dream...why do I keep having this dream?" He turned to look at Kon. "Kon, why did you wake me up on a Saturday?"

"Do you know what time it is? Afternoon!. Rukia's already left. If I hadn't woke you up, you would of sleep through..."

"Thanks" Ichigo got dressed and walked out the room.

"Huh?" A confused expression formed on lion-plushie's face