Main Pairing:GrimmjowxIchigoxUlquiorra (this means all three together! not specifically Grimmjow/Ichigo, nor Ulquiorra/Ichigo)

Warnings: M/M, violence, vulgar language, slight fluff and threesome

Disclaimer:I do not own BLEACH, nor it's characters. I did not make profit. This is purely fanbased.

Rating: M

AN:I've come back to the beginning, and have edited and rewritten! So everything is much different from where it all started. I hope you all will still enjoy and not feel compelled to throw rotten food at me. The chapters have new titles. They're the chapter titles from the manga... I would also like to point out that I am hoping to keep fanfiction to the titles. -laughs- It's because I'm doing something that could get me mauled by the avid BLEACH readers. Also, thank ZiggyVanWagner for helping me to erhm... pimp out my look. And for giving me the courage to get back into writing.

-Strawberry & the Soul Reapers-

'We fear that which we cannot see'-Vol. 1.

'Mama,' called out the soft voice of a young boy with a shock of orange hair. A band-aid was over his nose, and his brown eyes were wide with curiosity as he padded over to the sink, where a woman with long brunette locks stood. But, as she turned to no doubt give the boy a smile, her face was smudged out. Her voice was distorted as she bent down to lift the smiling sun-haired boy into her arms.

Who was this woman? Mama, the boy had called out. She was a mother then. But, the fact that he could not see her face or hear her voice frightened the teen of fifteen years who stood by, ignored. He reached out for the woman as well, wanting to be held so lovingly as Mama was holding the little boy.

And somewhere in the distance was the sound of a buzzing water faucet? Well now, that didn't make sense, thought the older sun-haired teen as he tupped over to the sink, turning the cold water knob off. Nope, still buzzing. What in the name of all that is holy was it then?!

The teen turned around, watching the woman talk. She was the buzzing? The teens brow rose before his eyes widened; a dream. Oh what though? The woman who he couldn't place. Yet she seemed so familiar. Someone he knew? Ichigo rubbed at his face as he sat up, looking around his room. Ah, the beginning of a new semester at Karakura High.

Instead, Ichigo exhaled loudly and fell back, his hands cupped behind his head as he sussed through his muddled thoughts. What had that dream been of? Who was that woman and child?

"Ichi-nii! It's time to get up! Hurry or you'll be late," came the shrill call of a young girl's voice from outside his door. Ichigo wrinkled his nose in distaste as he sat up again, shuffling his feet into his slippers next to his bed.

"Coming," he hollered back, running his hand up his shirt to scritch at a particularly itchy spot on his stomach. He... he did not want to see all those upperclassmen and teachers that would say his dyed hair was against school code. It was natural, damnit! But, he stood and shuffled to the bathroom, doing his morning routine before he padded downstairs to the site of a cute brunette in a pink apron. Her hair was pulled into two tiny pigtails, her smile wide as she greeted the older teen.

"Good morning Ichi-nii! Did you sleep well," she asked politely as she shooed the older to a seat. Ichigo nodded lamely. Who was this now? But as she set a bowl of rice and a bowl of miso before him; Ichigo smacked his forehead. Yuzu! How had he forgotten his own sister?!

"I'm starting now," he said before lifting his chopsticks to stab into the rice. The young girl smiled happily as she continued to cook, another girl rounding the corner in a red cap, shorts and a black tee. Her own raven bangs were pinned back with pink flower clips as she seated herself next to Ichigo.

"'Morning," she said simply as Yuzu set the other's breakfast before her.

"Good morning Karin," Yuzu chirped as she absently dodged the bear-hug from their father. Ichigo scoffed, having now finished his breakfast, and readying himself for the task of preparing for school. Yuzu smiled up at her big brother, his eyes squinted as she said, "Do your best, Ichi-nii!"

"Yes! Do you best, fruit of my loins! Go! Go out into the world, today, as a new man," began Isshin as he yanked Ichigo into his arms, "and be the best you can! Oh, Mama, if only you could embrace our son as I do today!" Ichigo blinked. Mama? Speaking of, did he have a mother? Surely he did, and she was just resting before a hard day at work.

But as Isshin continued with his speech, he twisted the teen around to face a large poster of a brunette woman with a kind smile. It hit him. This was Mama. And he felt horrible; for forgetting his mother! About... about how she--

Ichigo successfully yanked himself from the bear's hold, his face flushed from lack of air. He gave the older a nasty glare before stomping up the stairs; ignoring the pitiful wails that sounded too much like a walrus. Damn that man! But, he decided to ignore the wails and dress up into his new uniform.

And once that simple task was complete, he pulled his bag up to his shoulder and tupped once more down the stairs. Isshin was nowhere to be found. Not a good sign. Never. So, cautiously, he padded in his socks, to the foyer; his eyes darted about all corners in alert.

Quietly, he slipped his shoes on before he was ramming out the door and dashing down the streets as he heard Isshin's voice echo, "Papa is so proud!!"

"Kurosaki-san seems very enthusiastic today," noted a girl with long sierra hair and the Karakura girls' uniform. Oh good, so she would know where it was Ichigo was suppose to be going. Eh? So... She knew him them? The teen wondered idly, if this odd memory loss was something to worry about, but brushed it aside as he gave an awkward smile.

"U-uh yeah. He's a bit..." Ichigo scritched the side of his jaw as he looked back in the direction of the Kurosaki Clinic. Yeah, Isshin was a bit. There could be no other way to explain that mass of... of Hair and muscle. But the girl tilted her head, her brows knitted with worry.

"Kurosaki-kun? Is something wrong? You don't seem yourself," the girl said, her voice oozing with concern. It made Ichigo feel horrible, as he nodded lamely, following the girl.

"You see, I'm having these problems. I... I can't remember things. I mean, sorry but I don't know who the heck you are--But I forgot about my own Mother!" The girl, quite suddenly, reached out and grasped the sun-haired teens' hand tightly. Her smile was soft and caring as it calmed Ichigo down greatly.

"Don't worry, Kurosaki-kun! I can help you remember things! I'm really good at that! Oh! My name is Inoue Orihime! But you always call me Inoue!" Orihime giggled, finally releasing the teens' hand as she had made a stern face while explaining how Ichigo should address her. If he didn't feel so pathetic, he would have found it really cute.

"Alright. So just Inoue. Gotcha," he said with a nod. Right, he could do this. With the help of the sweet girl Orhime, he would regain the memories he had lost.

Atop a building four to five metres away sat a man in black. His long vibrant red hair was pulled back into a large tail, and a pair of large sunglasses sat atop his nose. With a grin, he brought a large calloused hand up to press a hidden button on the side of his sunglasses.

"Prototype 0002 is on the move. Request permission to follow?"

-Strawberry & the Soul Reapers-

'We fear that which we cannot see'-Vol. 1

And there is your prolouge! -dies- I worked, and reworked this for like, three hours. I hope this keeps an air of mystery about the story as the last version did. O-Or hopefully better!- Etolie