Sue me. Just, sue me. I'm trying to write the next chapter for my other story Experiment #TSC-027 and this comes up. In fact, there are already two and a half chapters. Seriously I hate it that random ideas pop into my head and I have to write and post them. What's worse is that the majority have some sort of angst. I swear I'm gonna be reduced to an angst creating machine one day. GAH! Well anyway, enjoy!

Rain. Ichigo hated the rain. But as he stood on the battlefield, his two trust partners in his hands and his clothes soaked in blood, some his own, some not, he couldn't help but look up at the crying sky, allowing it's tears to hide his own.

Before him was a waste field, where the proud Seireitei once stood. It was gone. Eradicated by Aizen's rampage. After the Quincy war, Seireitei had significantly weakened, first with the death of Yamamoto Genryuusai Shigekuni, the former Captain Commander of the Gotei 13, and the death of the soul king. With the proud Seireitei a mere shadow of its former glory, Aizen broke free of his restricting shackles, once more waging a war against the tired Shinigami. However, it quickly became apparent that Aizen's main target was a certain hybrid of the name, Kurosaki Ichigo. Some figured it was for revenge. Others figured for amusement. Some figures because of the power the hybrid held.

The war lasted twenty long years before Aizen finally fell to Ichigo's blades. But Ichigo hadn't won. Everyone was gone. Everyone he cared for. Everyone he had sworn to protect. Gone. Slipped from his grasp. Dead. With a dead and broken look in his eyes, Ichigo looked down at the broken body of Aizen. He felt no satisfaction. No sense of completion. Only sorrow. Loneliness. He had sworn to protect those he loved, and he had survived on that oath. He had failed, and now he was alone.

"King." The only sign that Ichigo had heard it was the slight shifting in his stance. Zangetsu sighed, placing a hand on his wielders shoulder. "King, we can't stand still forever." Ichigo merely nodded, before sealing Zangetsu and sheathing him in the pitch-black scabbard on his back. Ichigo's shihakusho was torn to ribbons, almost completely unrecognisable. His long orange hair fluttered in the wind as he walked away, the rain continuing to pour relentlessly. Though Ichigo's wounds were no longer visible, thanks to his instant regeneration, it had sapped all his remaining strength. Even to Ichigo, the reason as to why he could move was a mystery.

After hours of aimless stumbling, Ichigo somehow found himself in the living world or, to be more specific, Kisuke's old shop. It looked just as it did so many years ago, only a little dustier. Ichigo began exploring, ignoring his bodies please for rest. At some point, Ichigo ended up in Kisuke's private lab.

It was clean, was the first thing that Ichigo noticed. Inventions where neatly placed in shelves and wires had been carefully placed in separate boxes. It was as if Kisuke had cleaned the entire lab for only one machine that stood proudly in the middle of the room a note placed on the control panel next to it.

Ichigo frowned, the first sign of emotion that had appeared on his face for a long time, before making his way to the machine picking up the note and opening it.

Kurosaki-san,

If you are reading this, it must mean that I have met my end. A shame really, I must admit, but all lives must come to an end eventually. I know this is hard for you, Kurosaki-san, and though I know you won't listen, none of this is your fault. We all died of our own accord. The death of your family was not your fault either, nor was the death of your friends. You were still in Aizen's clutches then. There is nothing you could have done. Everyone's probably shaking their heads, wherever dead souls that die go, at your behaviour.

Knowing you and your stubbornness, however, a few words on a piece of paper from a dead guy isn't going to change your mind. So instead, I have something for you.

To your left you will find a giant metal circular machine, that looks a bit like a portal from those weird, dimensions travelling movies, that I'm sure you've already noticed. Knowing you, I'm sure you already have an idea of what it is, but I will go from the start anyway.

Sometime during the war, I started to research more about the Dangai, the purple tunnel that you can never get out of when you get stuck, which I'm sure you remember from your experiences. Well, in my research I found some very fascinating information. Not only is the time around the Dangai extremely dense, the Dangai is actually a bunch of tunnels that connects a whole bunch of dimensions parallel to our own. In other words, if used right the Dangai can take us to not only a completely different time it can also take us to a different dimension!

I built this machine in hopes of harnessing the Dangai's potential, however, leaping dimensions is such a massive feat, the machine can only do one jump before exploding, which means that when you leave you will never be able to return. It also means that I was unable to do trial runs so I do not know where you will end up.

In other words, I saved that one dimension jumping chance for you, Kurosaki-san.

I wish for you to take this as a chance for a new life Kurosaki-san. Don't let your life in this world haunt you. Take this chance to make new friends and protect them. Take this chance Kurosaki-san and don't waste it on regret on your old life.

To activate the machine just flick up the switch on the side of the machine and let your reiatsu be absorbed into the machine. You'll know when it's ready.

Good luck, Ichigo.

Urahara-san/Getaboshi

P.S. Be ready for any side-effect that may pop up. Even I do not know the limits of the Dangai! If worse comes to worse, however, you will most likely split up into thousands of Reishi particles and scatter among the Dangai, stuck for eternity! Though I'm sure that won't happen...

As Ichigo read Kisuke's letter, he couldn't help but shake his head, a ghost of a smile flashing across his face. He could practically hear the annoying shopkeeper, that stupid fan of his, covering his features. Unfortunately, that caused the bad memories to appear. The face that Kisuke held when he stopped the cero meant for Ichigo. The small, sad smile that was held on his lips, as Benehime shattered, blood spraying from the giant hole in his chest, was still clear in his mind. If only he was stronger. He could have saved him an-

"Ichigo calm down. Panicking and regretting over things that have already passed will get us nowhere." The voice of the Quincy side of his zanpakto spoke.

"I agree with the old man, King. You're making it storm in here." Muttering a 'sorry', Ichigo shoved the memories aside, locking them up in a box with the rest of the memories of the war, and placed the note down, surveying the machine that lay before him.

It was big, about twice his height and about five meters wide. Quoting from Kisuke, 'a portal from those weird, dimension travelling movies'. Resigning to his fate, Ichigo followed the letter's instructions and flicked the bright red switch on the side of the machine, allowing it to come to life.

He allowed his reiatsu to be absorbed into the machine, making it glow a light blue. The blue light then began to gather in the center of the machine, before slowly expanding outwards. Soon the centre of the machine was a giant glowing blue vortex of blue energy. As Ichigo stepped towards the said vortex, he looked back.

"Thank you Kisuke." And he stepped through the machine, disappearing from the world and just like Kisuke said, the machine exploded destroying anything left of the broken world.

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