Authors Note: First of all, lets get the painful fact out of the way-No, I don't, can't and probably wouldn't own BLEACH. Like ever. There, I said it. Deal with my angst. Now for the fun part. I haven't written a word in two months. I don't really know why and right now, I'm still thinking about it. But this story has been hanging around my files, mocking me. I needed to get it out of my head ( and my computer space) and allow it to bother others. Its the only way I could get my peace back so please be merciful. I beg of you.

Added Note: I seriously have no idea why I wrote this, only that I felt compelled to and fair warning, there are others lurking around my head just like it. I apologize in advance.

DEFINITIONS

NORMAL

Kurosakis do not make things easier for those around them. Suffice to say, the entire family makes it a point of honor NOT to make things anywhere near the word easy for those unfortunate enough to be around them.

They don't like the easy way or the logical way. They want their way and that's that. What they do like to do is come up against a standard and shatter, stomp and scar it beyond recognition until it becomes a redefined version of what they think as right.

Every single member of the Kurosaki family is steadfast in their belief that they are normal in every way that matters. What's even more annoying is that when push comes to shove, they would only grudgingly accept and insist that there is nothing extraordinary about them except for one thing. They go about their lives believing for the most part that they are just like everyone else except for the ghosts are part and parcel of their household. Never mind the fact that all of them could sense apparitions, three-quarters of them can see ghosts, two of them sometimes moon-lights as Death Gods and one of them was never really completely human to begin with.

Never mind that the only thing they ever could be is nothing farther than normal and that they make it a regular thing to make people that know them and some who don't to drop their jaw and curse a blue streak of disbelief. Everyone that had ever met them, knew about them or heard about them all agreed that the Kurosakis will never be normal expect in one glaringly obvious aspect-they wouldn't really know what the hell freaking normal is if it came up to them with a nuclear bomb and an invitation engraved in a ten ton slab of stone.

POTENTIALS

Now you have to understand, a Kurosaki under normal circumstances is an above average student with an exceptional amount of potential. The twins regularly place in the top fifteen percentile of their class and they do this on top of their household responsibilities and the club activities. Ichigo usually scores well in all of his classes and barring his spate of absences whenever a "thing" came up, he would've fared even better in his high school ranking.

However, examining and watching the Kurosaki's true potential unfold whenever circumstances would allow for it is not really something for the faint of heart.

A Kurosaki with a goal in mind is akin to a runaway freight train going 500 miles an hour or a room locked full of children clinically diagnosed with ADHD and ADD right after they've feed nothing but sugar.

A Kurosaki hell bent on getting something they want is like a fighter plane, loaded with trained soldiers fully equipped with every known weapon in an army's arsenal in their trigger happy fingers.

A Kurosaki on the warpath to avenge a slight or an implied threat would be akin to trying to change the way a tsunami before it hits the shore or pacifying a hurricane or neutralizing a natural disaster—like two volcanoes erupting at the same time at roughly less than 100-meters apart.

A Kurosaki fighting for someone they love is like waging a war with the very personification of the wrath of god-make that a couple of cranky, vindictive gods that could give remedial lessons to Nemesis herself and knowing that the fight won't ever end until he is satisfied and the enemy has been stomped straight down into the very bowels of the Underworld itself.

FIGHTS ET AL…

When the eldest Kurosaki trained to stop the execution of one Kuchiki Rukia he didn't waste time. He was to say the least, ruthlessly efficient. He regained his Shinigami powers in 3 days, achieved a pretty good grasp of his shikai by the 5th day and by the end of the tenth day was a considerably better fighter than any of the lowest seated officer of the Gotei 13. And he of course felt the need to over achieve, thus he did the unthinkable and he achieved bankai in 3 days—a feat only accomplished once by one gifted mad genius and while he was at it nearly caused the collapse of the soul society.

If that wasn't enough of an anomaly, once he set foot in Seiretei, his not so inconsiderable reiryouko spiked to the hilt and showed that what he indeed had been showing thus far had been energy that was curiously enough, stifled by his earthly shell. Once freed from that particularly annoying and inconvenient part, he had to effing sledgehammer his way unto the energy scale. The entire Research and Development Bureau had to invent a scale just for his family alone and those rare few who are like them. It didn't make the Bureau feel any better when they realized that their impromptu scale had to accommodate the likes of Zaraki Kenpachi as well. Now given that this was Ichigo and he is a Kurosaki, and his father was, after all a former captain of the Gotei 13, the matter of having enough spiritual strength could be considered a trifling concern.

Of course.

He came, he destroyed, and he pissed off a lot of powerful people. He gained the admiration, friendship and mad obsession of a few even more powerful people and he cheekily went his merry way, all while still a living human. These things alone should've given anyone pause-or at least made them consider an extended stay in an asylum. Of course when you point these things out to the idiot in question, his response would be short, succinct and extremely in true Kurosaki tradition-annoying. He simply and straightforwardly stated, without fanfare or undue humility that it wasn't that much of a big deal.

Right.

When the world was threatened by a megalomaniac with a grduge and a weird-ass, science fiction nightmare of a battery on steroids running inside of him, he accepted the fact that he would fight with the same nonchalance as when the lunch lady in school that Tuesdays would be curry-bread day

So, he went through hell, literally of course, took a side-trip through 20,000 man-hours of training in a convenient oubliette in the midst of nowhere with his old man chained up like ritual sacrifice and came back to whipped the would-be tyrant flat on his presumptive, screaming, ever loving ass. Along the way he lost his powers but like the perpetual pain in the ass that he was, he told the people that owed him a debt they could not hope to repay that a simple thank you would do and left it at that.

When his Shinigami-daiko sempai waltzed in and took a swipe at erasing him from the minds his friends and family's life he of course, gritted his teeth, achieved the impossible act of re-acquiring his immense power and then some. And he did it all in true Ichigo fashion and with the signature Kurosaki panache. He took all that they had to teach him and turned it upside down on its head. He brought his Fullbring to its fullest potential, merged it with his own immense Soul Reaper powers and created something monstrously unusual. Pissant know-it-all that he was, he took it all in his stride and dealt with the matter at hand with his usual brash efficiency. He confronted the guy who played him like a doll while intending to take all that he had and beat the man within an inch of his not-so- immortal life. With the man dead as a doornail and his grudge properly addressed, any other man would be content to leave it at that.

Sure.

But this was Ichigo and he and normal weren't even casual acquaintances most of the time. Fate would have it, that normal and Ichigo never meet. Or even appear on the same plane, planet or dimension. The idiot promptly marched himself to Soul Society to get the older Shinigami-daiko asshole's body-the same asswipe that played Jedi mind tricks on his friends and family and gave him a bad case of heebie-jeebies with amnesia and declared that he wanted the man to be given a proper burial saying only in his defense that the man was human and that he operated on the notion that "no harm, no foul."

If only.