A/N. *sighs and hangs head in shame* I swore I wouldn't do this to myself and all of my readers, I swore it… I have no willpower, I am sad and pathetic and this plot bunny has been bouncing around my head for a weak when I realized I haven't done a role reversal for Bleach yet. And the creator for that series really wants to piss me off because A) he brought in fucking zombies, and I am sick and tired of hearing about fucking zombies and B) I think he killed Toshiro, one of my favorite second only to Tensa Zangetsu (Quincy Powers) and tied with Ichimaru Gin and Ichigo himself, and C) which has to be worst offense yet, because not only did he kill Toshiro and bring in zombies of all the undead creatures in the world, he turned Toshiro into a fucking zombie.

...I'm still reading it regardless, but still!

Also is anyone besides me amazed that Ichigo's only been fighting at what? 25% of his actual power up until this point. And if he's not in Bankai, and I don't think he is, I kinda want to see what the new one looks like.

Also I suck at summaries right now... I'm normally not this bad, but I didn't know what else to put because I wanted to be all mysterious and vague and surprising. But I'm not a very surprising person, am I?

Warning: AU Fem!Ichigo Fanfic; Human(ish)!Tensa Zangetsu Fanfic. Sorry to those of you who were expecting Yuzu and/or Karin to be the shinigami in this...

A Beginning of a Different Kind

It had been late, the sky caught indecisively somewhere between the blinding, inescapable darkness of the night and the fiery reds and oranges of a late autumn's afternoon. It had been supposed to rain at some point later that day, but he hadn't cared too much when he'd left the house, not even a minute after returning home from afterschool activities, because his father was being an unbearable prick of a man, bouncing about the living room and kitchen like he hadn't a single ounce of common sense about him, crying to a poster of their beloved mother and his dear wife after being soundly trounced by the second eldest and possibly the most violent person alive in Karakura Town. He doubted anyone would miss his presence within the house, or at the very it wasn't likely for another hour or so. Then they'd probably be tripping all over themselves looking for the wayward youngest.

For now though, he had some peace and quiet for himself. Some time to dwell in his own misery and sort his own thoughts. He didn't have to worry about evading his father's crazed attacks, or stepping on eggshells with his insane brother, or avoiding the eldest of the three sons because he didn't feel like answering questions. He never felt like answering questions, but it was difficult saying no to the eldest, who was an adult and the only one really taking care of them after their father pretty much went downhill in the sanity department. He liked jumping on his children and trying to pin them in awkward, painful positions a little too much, and attacking them in some strange form of wakeup call in the morning. That unorthodox "training" that managed to wake him from his most deranged of dreams, where he spent the night in near panic unable to wake up fully and caught somewhere between a nightmare and just one of those inexplicably strange dreams you don't want to remember in the morning. Hearing a voice he didn't recognize call out to him desperately, and him to useless to understand at the same time.

"Tensa! Hey, Tensa! Where are you?!" Pale blue eyes widened, a heart skipped a beat practically, and before the thought had even crossed his mind for him to process he was off and running.

It hadn't made sense, honestly it hadn't. That was his brother he'd been running from, his certifiably insane as fuck all brother, the second eldest and most volatile person he knew to date, unpredictable in nature but no threat to his family at all. There still hadn't been a reason to run and what-the-fuck did he think he was doing?!- It was really too late to stop and turn back, or even just stop because he was already undeniably lost and in an unfamiliar dark alley in some unfamiliar part of town where no one could or would care to hear him scream like in one of those cheesy old horror movies the second eldest insisted they watch because he liked torturing their fool of a father, and when they were kids. It gave the two youngest an excuse to cuddle up to their mother for comfort, even when they weren't actually scared of anything at all.

It still didn't help the fact that he was probably seven different kinds of dead when he got home, because he's certain that said second eldest saw him before he had run off, and if the aforementioned albino wasn't going to kill him upon sight, the eldest would. And what the fuck is that monstrosity drooling a lake in front of me?-

"Hu… Hungry…"

"What the-!"

"FOOD!"

KLANG!

A/N. Well short chapter is short, but it kind wrapped itself up quite neatly on a cliffhanger so... Please leave a review, and I hope you all enjoyed it, regardless of how short it was! See ya!