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Hey there! KawaiiBerry-chan once more with another fic! I really hate doing this to you guys, flipping back and forth on decisions I can't stick too. But this fic is different. Why?
Well...
BadyGuz posted a request here on fanfiction, and I really liked the idea of it. Now, for those of you who have read any of my fics know I can be a very descriptive author, and sometimes not. Here's a few key points BadyGuz wanted for the fic:
#1"Ichigo will go back in time for about a purpose is to stop Aizen before War abrupt." Basically, this is saying they want Ichigo to be secretly planning to kill Aizen, without being caught.
#2"He may gain new Zanpakutō or he can keep Zangetsu or Hollow powers in that matter you can choose." This one is pretty self-explanatory. For this fic, he has achieved Final Getsuga, but hadn't gotten to use it. So he'll be keeping Zangetsu (somewhat) and Shiro. Yey!
#3"Ichigo got into Shinigami Academy and got dubbed as genius to graduate early." Okay, we can all see where this one is going. This is going to be a long fic, so the Academy Years will go by slowly. He'll probably be like Gin and pass within a year.
#4"He may be either Byakuya or Ukitake Byakuya." This one confused me a bit. I'm going to go ahead and assume they meant in either Byakuya's or Ukitake's division. Which one he'll be in, well, when we get to it, we'll get to it.
#5"Ichigo personality will change will be like Byakuya." Ichigo is in his Pre-Getsuga form, personality and all, kinda. Okay, he'll be like an albino version of his Pre-Getsuga form, but it's still his Pre-Getsuga form!
#6"In order to gain the Gotei 13 trust he need to be a obedient officer." This one will be lots of fun. Writing Ichigo respecting his superiors, even though he doesn't want to. But that doesn't mean he won't disrespect them in his mind!
Let's note that Shiro will have some sarcastic comments for this one.
#7"So yeah, Ichigo will be powerful and calm!" Once again, Ichigo's Pre-Getsuga form.
All the "italics" are what BadyGuz had posted in their request. As you can see, the bold are my comments about the request. I tried to clear up any confusion about the way the request was written, and no offense to anyone, but I'm so glad I have friends who don't know grammar was never a myth! It's things like this, where you have to stop, and think what the author means. I love it, trying to figure out just how it all fits together. Mostly, you can understand what's being asked, but like with #4 you have to just guess what it means.
I'm ranting now, so I'll shut up and start the fic already.
Disclaimer: I don't know why people have to do this, I mean it's fanfiction. Pointless. But I own nothing, not even the idea. Credit goes to BadyGuz for coming up with the idea. Actual story, however, does belong to me. You steal it, I Kill You. XD
Summary: What would happen if Ichigo never used the Saigo no Getsuga Tenshō in his final fight with Aizen? What if the Hogyoku rejected Aizen before his powers lowered? What if Ichigo had been chosen, and with his heart's desire, sent back in time, 100 years ago? What if he had gained new powers during his short travel through the space-time-continuem? That's what happened, and I'm here to tell you how.
Chapter 1
You Won't Win
Trembles flowed through the ground, rumbling in the distance as two great powers clashed. The ground shook, the air was heavy and hard to breathe in, and knees crushed into the hard rock. The group shook with every blow, every block and counter, panting as sweat poured out of their skin.
Another round of trembling sent them to the ground, out cold.
On the far outskirts of the town, however, the two powers fought. One for good, one for bad. The classic fairytale. But the good guys don't always win.
Ichigo stood tall, his left arm burnt badly, and his sword clutched in his right hand tightly. His breath came in slow pants, and he stared down his opponent before attacking again. His bright orange hair fluttered with each movement, brushing against the bare skin of his shoulders. The force he was battling locked his wings around his sword, tugging it hard enough to jolt his body. His muscles tensed, shifting away from a fatal blow, and he kicked out.
Aizen stood before him in his terrifying evolution. His face was split, the skin of his humanoid face resting on the sides of the gruesome head of his current form. Three holes ran from his chest to his pelvic bone, making him seem more Hollow than human or Shinigami. Wings protruded from his back, six heads resting, waiting for their use.
Ichigo breathed, glaring coldly at the creature. His muscles were sore, but he ignored the discomfort to shift into another attack. Unrelenting, that's what he was taught. He didn't expect the hand to suddenly attach itself to his neck, stopping all movements. 'I've been in this position before.' he mused. He ignored Aizen's speech, curiously looking at the orb embedded in the top hole. It glowed under his gaze, and he blinking, interrupting Aizen with a curious hand.
"No! Don't-" the monster never got to end his sentence, and Ichigo's burnt hand brushed the surface of the small orb. Aizen screamed, releasing Ichigo to clutch at his chest. The orb vibrated and glowed, faster and faster. Aizen distanced himself, screaming in pain as the Hogyoku forcably rejected him, shooting from his body and to the sixteen-year-old boy on the defensive. He gasped, his form breaking away to reveal his original form, hair all messy.
"Y-you..." he growled, breaking away from the shell that slipped off his form. "I'll kill you for that! Insolent fool!" His sword chipped, before shattering completely, leaving Aizen staring at the blade in confusion. A beam of light stabbed through his chest, more and more appearing.
"Well now, this is such a strange turn of events." Urahara said as he stepped up to the two. "Oh and look at that, Ichigo-kun kept his powers! Well done, well done." Ichigo starred at the man, before glancing back at the object in his hand. 'What does it want?' he thought, clutching his Zanpakutō tighter at the voice that entered his head.
"I want my master to be happy." He trembled, watching but not hearing what was going on around him.
'Why me?' he asked internally. The voice that entered his mind was different, but he could tell it was the same thing.
The Hogyoku.
"You were curious, you were stronger than my last master. I wish to please. What do you wish?" Ichigo closed his eyes, and reached deep into his heart. He ignore the screaming of Aizen as he was sealed away.
'Sealing isn't enough, he'll get out eventually. I wish... No, I want-'
"I understand, Master. It shall be done." Ichigo blinked in shock as the orb glowed in his hand, vibrating, vibrating. His fingers twitched, and he faintly heard someone tell him to drop the globe.
"Don't listen, Master!" He didn't, and with a cry of 'No!' from Urahara, his world went white, before dimming black, the manacle laughter from his Hollow and the relieved sigh of Zangetsu calming his nerves as consciousness finally left him.
"What do you mean he's gone? He couldn't have... couldn't have..." Rukia cried, clutching Renji for support. They had just gotten there, Uryu, Orihime, Chad and them, only to find out that Ichigo was... was...
"He didn't die, if that's what you're thinking, Kuchiki-san."
"THEN WHERE IS HE? I can't feel him anymore! I haven't been able to feel him since we got here! If he's not dead, then where is he?" Urahara looked at the place where Ichigo had disappeared, and sighed.
"To be honest," he started, glancing back at the group.
"I don't know."
And they all broke down.
Ichigo groaned at the light that hit his eyes. His eyes tightened, and he slowly blinked them open. Bare land surrounded him, and there was a small river bubbling next to him. His eyes shifted to his form. The first thing he noticed was how short he was. He groaned mentally at being a small kid again. A light brown yakuta clothed his slightly muscled body, a sealed blade sitting next to him.
'Zangetsu?' he asked internally, picking the blade up and smiling at the buzzing feeling of Zangetsu's warmth.
"I am here, Ichigo. You sealed me in your sleep." Ichigo nodded, probing his mind for his Hollow.
"Don't even ask, King! I'll always be here! You better be careful, Your Highness. I might take the throne someday!" Shiro cried out, laughter spilling insanely from his curled mouth. Ichigo sighed.
'Yeah, someday never. Where are we? And why am I a kid again?'
"What was the last thing you remember, Ichigo?" He thought for a moment, memories of his fight with Aizen coming first to his mind.
'I was fighting with Aizen... and then...'
"Then?"
'The... the Hogyoku!' He slammed himself onto the ground, hitting himself in the head. 'Stupid! Idiot! Crazy Bastard!'
"Hey! What did I do?" Shiro pouted, mentally slapping Ichigo.
'SHUT UP! Dammit, I'm such a stupid idiot!'
"Yes you are, King."
"Shirosaki, quiet." Ichigo groaned, heavily, picking up the blade beside him and stumbling to his feet.
"Hey King?" Shiro asked after a few moments of silence.
Ichigo sighed quietly, deciding to entertain the Hollow by answering. 'What?' He felt Shiro roll his eyes before quieting down. Ichigo, confused, asked, 'Shiro?'
"What didya wish fer, King?" Ichigo blinked, not expecting the question.
'I... wished I could go back and stop this war before it happened. Why?'
"That's your answer to where we are. Look around you, Ichigo." He did. Around him, damaged by time or not, were huts that reminded him of the ones in Rukongai. He groaned. 'Shit.' He was in Soul Society, and by the looks of it, he was there before Aizen defected. 'If the feeling of his reiatsu is any indicator.' "You must not call me by my real name, Ichigo. If anyone were to find out about you here in the past..."
'I know, I know.'
"It might jeopardize the future and create a paradox."
"Hey you! Stop right there!" He heard someone call. He paused, and turned around, seeing a group of kids running towards him.
"What the-!" He started, his mouth opening before closing. He caught sight of red hair, and froze. 'R-Renji?'
"Stop! That's the water I stole! Give it back! I'll KILL you!" The kids got closer to where he was standing, and the guy yelled again. "You have until I count to ten, you brats! Stop and I'll make your death swift!" Ichigo's eyes narrowed, about to step in when a familiar figure slid out from beside him to trip the man.
"Who tripped me- Owo!" Ichigo watched in amusement as a young Rukia danced on the man's head before running off, calling a 'Follow me!' behind her. Renji and the three other kids did so, and Ichigo jumped to the roofs when he noticed no one's eyes on him. He followed them at a distance, watching them from the rooftops.
He tracked them to a rundown shack by the water he saw earlier. Kids were playing all around it, and he saw the group go in. He waited awhile, staying out of sight. When he saw Rukia emerge, he followed her to the outskirts of the town, hiding higher in the tree she climbed.
"Is there a reason you're following me, Mister?" she asked when he settled down. It didn't shock him at all, since he knew how Rukia was.
"You were pretty brave for doing that back there." he commented, knowing she saw him in the marketplace. "Besides, it was funny watching you take on an adult at your size." Rukia scowled, and looked up at him.
"You didn't answer my question. Why are you following me..." He suspected she wanted a name, and he grinned.
"It's Shiro." He supplied, ignoring his Hollow's howls of laughter. "And it's because you looked upset. Something wrong?" Rukia looked back down.
"... Have you ever had to give anything you get away?" she asked after awhile. Ichigo blinked and smiled his 'Rukia-only smile' down at her.
"Plenty of times."
"Did you ever regret it?" He took a moment of silence to think it over. Did he?
"Yeah, sometimes. But then I think of how happy it made everyone else, and I learned to ignore that saddening feeling." he answered truthfully. Rukia blinked in shock and looked back at him. "You never told me your name." he smirked, hopping down next to her.
"I'm Rukia." Her eyes twinkled in fascination. Just then, Renji ran below them, and they watched together as he looked around for her. "Hey Renji!" she called and waved when he turned around. The younger version of the sixth division lieutenant stared at him, and Ichigo grinned as he waved also.
"Yo." Renji stared some more, and Rukia got a look on her face.
"What's up? You need to talk to me?" she asked, glancing down at him. He hesitated, a blush settling faintly on his cheeks.
"It's nothing." he pouted, turning away from the two. "Who's your friend?" he asked, sounding a little jealous.
"You're a strange one. Oh, and his name's Shiro." The redhead started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" Ichigo asked, glancing confusedly at the miniature version of his friend.
Renji laughed so hard, tears had appeared in his eyes. "You. You're name means white, and you're all white!" If Ichigo was shocked at this, he didn't show it.
"Yeah? And you're a pineapple. Point being?" He knew the nickname would irritate the boy, so he grinned and hopped down, dragging a laughing Rukia with him. "C'mon. Let's get going."
The next time they had dared to go into the market, Ichigo and Rukia had tagged along. Renji led them, and Ichigo took up the back. Rukia slowed to a stop, holding her stomach.
"Hungry?" he asked, and received a curious nod in return. He felt his own hunger react to hers. "Yeah, me too."
"Hey! Hurry up slow pokes!" Renji called, and the two resumed running.
Ichigo looked over at the girl. He turned to look forward as he spoke. "Ignore it until we steal some food. It'll go away then." They caught up, slowing down their breathing as they watched their friends fret over a black carriage. They watched a little more, ignoring the talk around them. Their eyes widened when a Shinigami stepped out of the house they were facing. Both Ichigo and Rukia both felt the man's power as he passed, and while Ichigo fell to his knees (pretendingly) Rukia fell flat on her face.
"Hey! Rukia, Shiro! What's wrong guys?" Renji said as he knelt beside the two. The Shinigami came back over, and asked if they were alright.
"Could it be... that you two are hungry?" Ichigo blinked, and looked back at Rukia. She had less power than he did, so worry was shining in his eyes.
"Oh no, not hungry."
"Feeling hunger in a place where it's not supposed to exist. I, too, was perplexed when all of a sudden I was feeling those stabs of pain. But, it is something you will have to live with. Just now, you probably felt my reiraku and consumed your own." He handed them a pack of onigiri, one for all three of them. "Now, eat this." Then he left, and the two who had fallen first looked at each other.
"Eat up!" Renji called, hoisting the two to their feet. "Let's go back for a second." And they left, Ichigo and Rukia munching happily on the rice balls.
Renji stood in front of the group, his hand outstretched before him. He was gathering his energy, and after a few seconds, a small ball of energy appeared above his hand.
"Amazing!" the boys called, and Ichigo scoffed. He glanced at his hand, contemplating on doing the same. Suddenly, he looked up, seeing their friends gathered around Rukia, an orb of blue resting in her hand.
"It's huge compared to Ren-chan's!" Ichigo smirked, and focused on his hand again. This time, he pushed some energy into it, and an orb the same size as Rukia's appeared.
"Wow! Look at Shiro's! It's so bright!"
"It's warm too!"
"Wow!" Rukia snickered at Renji's lost face.
"Beat that, Ren-chan." They laughed together, settling down and just being kids.
Soon enough, with living in the slums, only Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo were left of their little group of friends. All had solemn looks on their face, years had passed since they were little kids. Renji had gotten taller, Ichigo had gotten taller, heck, Rukia had too!
They all stood around the grave sites of their friends, when Rukia spoke. "Let's..." she swallowed. "Let's become Shinigami. In their honor." The two boys looked at each other and nodded.
"In their honor."
That was the last time Ichigo had seen either of them.
Wow! 2460 words! Not including the note at the top, and this note here. It's decent length. So glad you took the time to read this, next chapter will come out...
Whenever I decide to post it!
Oh, and if you spot something that doesn't make sense to you, feel free to review. But don't be too harsh, I might cry if you are.
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