A/N: I'm very happy if you managed to stumble upon this and will love you even more if you leave a review for me. This can easily be read by someone who hasn't read Rurouni Kenshin because I'm planning to explain everything in the story. Also, Karou's dojo is in Tokyo but I decided since this will be a mostly Bleach fic I would move the dojo to Karakura town instead of the Bleach Plot to Tokyo. This is my first fanfic so please be kind!

Translation: Itte - ouch, Shinigami - Soul Reaper, Fuka-taicho - Vice Captain

Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, it bleongs to Wakisashi-san or Bleach, which belongs to Kubo-san.

Readers are reading this at their own discretion and it isn't my fault if you are insulted by any of the following opinions (though there really is nothing truly offensive in here)

On to the show...

Ichigo put Zangetsu against his back and felt the wrappings encircle around the large blade. He had just finished sparring with Renji in Urahara's basement. After regaining his powers the Substitute Shinigami had taken the opportunity and had asked the Pineapple to help him figure out if he had gotten rusty with the sword.

"Geez, Ichigo, I don't know what you were thinking saying you might be rusty," Renji panted slightly, "Damn, are you sure you don't have more experience in Kenjutsu?" Ichigo smirked slightly; the fuka-taicho had no idea.

"Just what they had us do for gym. I never had much of an interest in it before becoming a Shinigami," Ichigo knew he was lying, but he didn't want them to know, he didn't want the Shinigami to treat him differently.

"Oi, Ichigo!" Rukia called out, "Go take a shower, you wreak." Ichigo laughed and ruffled her ebony hair only to get a smack to the head.

"Itte. I was just playin'. No need to be so rude," Ichigo grunted while Rukia just glared at him in response. Sighing, the orange-haired teen headed up the ladder to change and go home.

Ichigo was working on his homework as Rukia rummaged through his closet. The Chappy otaku had gotten the habit of looking for personal, or embarrassing, things of Ichigo's whenever she was bored. There was currently a small pile of junk next to the fuka-taicho as she delved further into the large closet.

"Hey, Ichigo, what's this?" Rukia asked from the closet. The Substitute Shinigami looked up to see the midget holding a worn, leather photo album. Ichigo was surprised, when Rukia had decided to stay in his closet he had made sure to take out any private things he didn't want the Shinigami to see but apparently he had missed the photo album.

Ichigo put down his textbook and tried to remain calm, "It's a photo album, what else would it be? Now hand it over, it's not for your eyes." I can't have Rukia see that, she made find out if she looks closely enough.

"Hm, uh, no. I wanna' see the pictures, " Rukia suddenly got a large grin worthy of Gin, "Maybe there are some embarrassing photos of you in here?" She quickly sprinted to the bathroom and locked the door behind her when Ichigo made a grab for the book.

Rukia took a deep breath and sat on the lid of the toilet. She didn't understand why Ichigo had been so desperate to get the book away from her but she knew it had to be good. The photo album itself was old and appeared to have gone through a lot over the years. The leather was dry and cracking on the edges proving just how old it was.

Rukia lifted the cover and saw the front page was a piece of yellowed paper with elegant calligraphy on it saying 'Kamiya Family History'. Odd, who are the Kamiyas? Are the Ichigo's mother's family? The ebony haired Shinigami leafed through the first few pages seeing that they only held writing, presumably about the family. She stopped though when an old black and white photo caught her eye.

The photo showed a young man and woman posing together. It had obviously been taken a long time ago; the man was wearing a loose kimono with white hakama over it, hanging at his side was a sheathed katana, Rukia was unsure though if it was for show or fight. He had long, light colored hair pulled into a low ponytail but probably was his most distinctive feature was a cross shaped scar on his right cheek.

The woman was sitting in a wooden chair with her hands folded in her lap. She had on an elegant outer kimono with a traditional floral pattern and her dark hair was tied akin to a Samurai's with a large ribbon. Both seemed to be kind people, the sort that easily left a good impression behind. A bit like Ichigo, actually. The picture was labeled neatly underneath with, 'Kenshin and Karou's Wedding Day'. Rukia smiled, it seemed liked the young pair suited each other quite well.

Rukia quickly decided to flip to the back to look at the more recent pictures, and hopefully see some of when Ichigo was little. Despite having turned to the last page Rukia found it to be blank. Oh yeah, Ichigo's mother died when he was nine so this probably stopped before she died. The midget quickly flipped a few pages back to stop at a newer, colored photo.

This one showed a smiling orange-headed boy standing in front of an old, in style and age, building. Rukia recognized the boy as Ichigo but not the building he was posing in front of and looked at the caption for help. 'Ichigo at the family dojo', Rukia's eyes widened in disbelief. What? Ichigo's family has a dojo? Rukia looked up when the sound of Ichigo pounding on the door got louder.

"Rukia, that's private!" Ichigo took a pause and a calming breath, "Come out of the bathroom, Rukia. I won't get mad I promise." The Strawberry's voice had barely been above a whisper.

Rukia sighed, Ichigo sounded sincere with his promise and it was the only way she was going to find out about the dojo. Slowly, Rukia opened the door to Ichigo standing with his arms crossed and a deeper scowl than usual. The orange-haired teen grunted and turned around to walk back into his room.

*Sags from writing* Well, that was short! Honestly, I was planning to make this a one-shot due to it being my first fic. Heck, I'm already working on the second chapter. But then I looked at the word count and decided to compare it to other one-shots and it would have ended up being a very LONG one-shot, it was already over a 1,000 words and I was barely skimming the main plot. I will try to update soon, if my work doesn't totally exhaust me... *sigh*