Welcome to my new story! This time, I don't believe there will be too many OCs, but if there will be, they won't have a very significant role. Well then, this is a time-travel fic, so I hope I don't confuse too many people with the way I write the past. There will be IchiRuki, but this story is not entirely romance, so don't expect too much of that. Still, I will try to write mushy moments, to satisfy our perverted pleasures.

Author: Datenshii

Genre: Adventure/Friendship

Rate: T, because of Ichi's potty mouth and incoming violence. Hints of lemon, though I won't write such.

Pairings: IchiRuki, onesided RenRuki, onesided IchiHime. Others will be revealed in time.

Disclaimer: Bleach not mine. Full-stop.

Without further ado...


Moonless Sky's Touch

Prologue

It is said that only the strongest know what pain is. They know, because that's what drives them to become strong.

So then, after all the pain that Ichigo had experienced, why couldn't he be strong enough?

This lone thought occupied Kurosaki Ichigo's mind, as he watched Aizen's struggling form after he experienced said substitute shinigami's Mugetsu technique. Seeing that the madman was still trying to get up, he shunpoed next to him and watched if he would be back to fighting, an idea that horrified him. After a few seconds though, the brown-haired transcender's arms gave out under him, and he fell back, eyes lifeless and our hero sighed in relief.

Finally, he had defeated Aizen. He sacrificed his powers, and with them his partners, his hollow and his Zanpakutou, to end the Winter War. After much spilled blood and many fallen warriors, it was over. He could finally rest easily. Perhaps, he could go check on his f-

His friends.

Ichigo's now-red eyes widened in shock as he realized what he was thinking about. He couldn't check on his friends. No, he couldn't, because they were dead.

This brought him back to the main question of his life. What was he supposed to do now? He failed to protect Inoue, who was killed by the two female arrancar while he was fighting Ulquiorra, which made him go insane with sorrow and turn hollow. Renji and Ishida also got killed by Szayel Aporro in their fight, because the captains arrived too late. Eventually, Chad also died, because Unohana-san got there too late and couldn't do anything to save him. Most of the captains in the living world, including Sui-feng, Toushiro, Ukitake-san and Gramps also died during their fights.

He cringed when he remembered the sight of a lone, injured Kyoraku-san left to pick up the remains of Gotei 13.

Many of the vizard also got either injured or killed, dragging down with them many of the arrancar. His old man and Yoruichi-san died trying to stall Aizen, and Urahara-san was forced to pass on the secret of the Final Getsuga Tensho to Ichigo in Isshin's place. His human friends were already dead by the time he reached the real Karakura Town. He was forced to watch his sisters' lifeless, shocked expression, eyes wide open, as he still had to defeat Aizen.

In the end, no matter how human Ichigo could be, he couldn't forgive Aizen for what he did to his loved ones.

If only Rukia could see him right now. She'd certainly beat him up for sulking. If only she were alive.

Thinking about her, he raised his head to stare at the sky. The dark clouds were glaring at him, as if blaming him for so many people's deaths. Dark clouds reminded him of her icy blade. How she wielded her pure Sode no Shirayuki with so much grace, that she looked like she was dancing.

Rukia…

His knees gave up and he collapsed on them, still staring at the sky. Soon, little drops of rain fell on his face. Those drops turned in a full-blown rain, soaking his long, black hair and grey bandages. He smiled bitterly when he realized that probably the sky was crying for his loss.

Unable to contain it any longer, Ichigo clenched his teeth as he lowered his head, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Why… Why did they have to die…? Why was I so weak? Why?" He murmured to himself.

His hands clenched into fists so hard, that his nails dug into his skin and drew blood. Shakily, he tilted his head back, and he gave out a pained roar, "Why?!"

His mind was numb, his skin cold. He sat there, and cried it all out, not realizing that he had yet to lose his powers, neither that a bright light was heading towards him.

Suddenly, he was brought back to reality when he felt something warm touch his cheek. His eyes snapped open. There stood a woman, dressed in a long, white robe, with long, golden hair flowing out behind her.

Seeing his shocked expression, she simply smiled sadly. "I think that you've suffered long enough, my child. You deserve so much more than this. What do you wish for?" She said gently.

As surprised as he was, Ichigo found himself pondering his answer. Finally, he answered. "I- I wish for a chance to go back and stop this war." His eyes stared at the woman, burning with determination.

She smiled proudly. "So it shall be done."

And that was the last thing he remembered, before darkness engulfed him.

To be continued…


Alright, prologue, done. Now, I just gotta figure out how to piece the next chapter, then maybe write chapter ten for my other fic.

PS: I will still write Moonlight, for those who read it. I just don't have any ideas right now.

Coming next, on MST -Moonless Sky's Touch...

Ichigo finds himself in the past, but he has to hide himself from those he wants to protect! Find out why and how he is going to do this.

Remember, reviews help me write what you people enjoy and correct my mistakes. Still, please no flames if things don't turn out how you want them. See ya!

-Datenshii