Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. I am just a lowly writer making zero profit off of this.

Chapter 1- Dive

"We stand in awe of what can not be understood..."

Ichigo Kurosaki, seemingly normal fifteen-year-old youth, with bright orange hair, sat in his room, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and balled his fists.

"What I would do to be normal..." he says aloud, to no one. Kurosaki Ichigo can see spirits, and this is something that he hates about him.

Well, to be more specific, Ichigo hates a lot of things about himself, but this one is the one that hurts the most. He never asked to see spirits, but here they are.

He also never asked his mother to die prematurely, but that's another issue...

Groaning, Ichigo stuffed a pillow over his face.

"Those feelings again..." he said, muffled by the pillow. That's another thing that he hated. How every thought would drift back to her...

"Maybe I need a girlfriend," he said, jokingly, tossing the pillow away. He was quite aware of his delinquent status, from the fact that he carried bright orange hair, giving the appearance that he bleached his hair, and he loved it. School was less of a hassle when no one was on your back. His small group of friends aside, not many dared to speak to the "fearsome and brutal Kurosaki"...

Putting on his headphones, he paused he heard a groan. He narrowed his eyes, shifted the headphones onto his neck, and looked out the window, to see a...person, crawling across the street, bleeding out. Ichigo chuckled at the sight.

"Hey!" he shouted, "What's going on?" The person in the black get ignored him.

"You can hear me," Ichigo shouted. The girl looked around, confused.

"If you are going to die, can it please not be in front of my house. Thank, in advance," The girl looked up into the window, bewildered.

"Don't give me that shocked look. What will my sisters think, traumatized by a bloody corpse in our front yard?"

"You...You can see me?" she said, shocked. Ichigo rose an eyebrow, then snapped his fingers.

"Ah, so you are a spirit..." he said, calmly, "I see. Well...What's going on?"

"Can you help me?" she groaned. Ichigo tilted his head.

"And get blood over my clothes?" Ichigo said, flatly, "I'll rather not." The girl's purple eyes widened in shock, prompting a chuckle from the orange haired man.

"I'm kidding. I'll be down there in a sec," he said, smirking, "But seriously, don't bleed on me. Do not think for a second that I won't drop you back onto the pavement..."

Looking into the TV screen, with a half awake, bored expression, Kurosaki Karin, younger sister of Kurosaki Ichigo, sat, when her brother swept past her, zipping up his thin jacket. She rose an eyebrow.

"Where are you going, this late at night?" she asked. Ichigo looked back at her, with a stoic face.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" he asked, checking the clock, revealing that it was nearly eleven o'clock. Karin glared at him.

"Don't change the subject, Ichigo," she snapped back.

"Nii-san," he said, not looking at her.

"Ichigo..." she said.

"Go to bed."

"Yuzu is taking a bath!" she suddenly said, "I'm allowed to stay up as long as she is, right?" What a childish game she was playing at.

"Fine," he said, scooping up his keys, "I'm going out. Be back in a second." And with that, Ichigo left Karin, confused.

The bleeding lady crawled quite a distance, but in the end, she simply ran out of steam. Ichigo could have just left her, to die, and wither away, back to the pointless, nonexistent life she used to live, but that would be mean. And apparently, Kurosaki Ichigo isn't mean.

Or at least that's what Inoue thought. One is better than zero, eh?

"You better be grateful," Ichigo said, flatly to the girl, who merely rolled onto her back, "I don't help random strangers."

"Thank you..." she whispered, exhausted, "I'll be better soon." Ichigo then cracked his fingers and prepared to lift the girl.

"Up we go!" he said, clutching a fistful of hair. The girl cried out in agony.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" she screamed. Ichigo tilted his head away from her.

"How rude," he said, "Is this how you show your gratitude?"

"Stop this! It hurts!"

"Well, on the bright side, you are probably the lightest twelve-year-old boy I have ever picked up," Ichigo said, with a grin.

"I'm not twelve! Or a boy!"

"Sorry. What I meant to say was that you are the lightest eleven-year-old girl that I have ever picked up." The girl squirmed in his grasped, but to no avail.

Then time seemed to stop, as a roar was heard.

"Oh no..." she said, timidly, "We have to leave."

"Is this what hurt you?" Ichigo said, lifting the girl to his eye level. The girl nodded to the best of her ability.

"Alright," he said, smiling, "Let's see this thing." The girl's eyes widened.

"Are you crazy!?" she said, "You can't fight the Hollow! You don't have any powers!" A streetlamp was tossed twenty feet behind the two, and a beast with four legs appeared, wearing a bone mask. The yellow eyes, illuminated in the darkness. Ichigo rose an eyebrow.

"Holy shit, this thing is ugly," he said, dropping the girl in black. She connected with the pavement, with a solid thud.

"Hey!" she shouted.

"Oops," Ichigo said, feigning care, "You slipped right out of my grasp." The Hollow roared again and fired a thin beam, which Ichigo dodged, by tilting his head, no expression of fear on his face.

"Bakudo number one! Sai!" the girl shouted, and the Hollow froze.

"W-What's going on!" it screeched.

"It speaks!" Ichigo shouted, excitedly. The girl looked at the orange haired youth.

"Well, I'll guess this is where we part ways," Ichigo said, "Nice meeting you, I guess."

"Wait!" the girl shouted, "The Hollow won't just kill me! It'll kill you, and your entire family!"

"Damn straight I will!" the beast roared, "Free me!" Ichigo turned back around.

"And what do I have to do?" he asked, annoyed. The girl clutched her sword, then slid it over to him.

"My sword..." she said, unsteady, "Just unsheathe it, and impale it into your heart..."

"Goodbye," Ichigo said, walking away.

"Please!" Ichigo sighed, then walked back to the sword.

"Fine, fine...If I die, I will find you, and I will make your life a living Hell..." he said, bending over to pick up the sword. With no regard to the sheath, he flicked the sword out, aimed it at his heart, and plunged it deep.

Then came an explosion. The Hollow laughed, then erupted from his trap.

"Foolish Shinigami!" the Hollow shouted, cackling in laughter, "Now you will die by my hand!" With great force, the Hollow threw his claws at the girl.

And felt it stop.

Ichigo rejected the attack, without putting up a guard himself. Then he jumped up to the beast, and swung his massive blade, cleaving the Hollow's head in half. Then he started to laugh.

"So someone trained to do this couldn't beat this thing that I felled in one great swing of my sword," he said, darkly, "Maybe I should have let you die..." The girl's eyes were wide, in shock.

'His Zanpakuto is massive...' she thought, bewildered, 'What the hell is this boy?'

"Now, where's my body? I want to go to sleep..."

"Dive" by Nirvana

Author's Note: Just a warning. Several of the established characters are going to be changed a little, as is a little of the established canon. So beware, this is more of my take of what the canon should be. So, it's kinda like an AU.

Anyway, I would love to hear what you think, and I'll be back soon.

Also, each chapter title will hold a musical reference. Find the musical reference, and include it in your review. If you want.