yo, for those of you who've read my other story and hate me for it's sudden hold... sry. i like that story and i will be adding more to it one day but i really wanted to do a GrimIchi really really bad! XD

anyways i hope everyone can get into this story 'to break a curse' i've already have character depth and plot ready for your entertainment. those of you who are real into the lemons and fluff lemme let you know there will be turbulence first between the two, before they fall head over heals for each other. -.o

pairings; GrimIchi (one-sided)AiIchi and AiBya...

i'm not going to post warnings in every chapter. XP
lets just say this entire story is rated M for language, violence, death, gore, sex and even some other things. so for the weak hearted and whiny type don't cry when things don't go the way you had intentionally thought.
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I don't own Bleach.
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prologue

'Events seem to repeat themselves through history. The same conflicts reaching the same outcomes. Over and over like a broken record. Through time it can be drawn out painfully slow as you bare to witness the same show. The curtains go up, the characters play their lines and the conclusion arrives... then it's the end. The people bow and the curtains close, the story finished. Though sitting in the one person audience must be a terrible god that's a bit too sadistic for his own good. Because once again to amuse himself -the curtains go up and we repeat the story. I hate this story...'

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Ichigo stood on the tall wall surrounding the town. He balanced just on the edge of the old crumbling walls unable to go any further, for the collar around his neck refused him freedom.

The sky seemed burnt behind him, reds and oranges of the sunset streaked across the horizon as if an enraged painter had slashed the colors there angrily. And that idea is true to a certain degree...

His form against the bloody sky glows like the sinking sun, but his eyes burn with so much intensity that not a mortal could look without being burnt to ashes. Tears slid down his cheeks as he watched the retreating person in the distance. Even miles away his unnatural eyes could still see the man clearly from his current position. Lips pulled back in a snarl the wind picked up to answer his frustration. Bright orange hair danced around his face. Ichigo ignored both the strands and the new presence at his side.

"Ichigo... my son."

"Don't." His voice hoarse and ready to crack. "I don't want to hear it."

Issin refrained from curling his hands into desperate fists. He knew well his son was suffering far more then anyone should. Yet their problems were all his own fault. Reaching out he put a warm hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "I am so sorry."

The boys body began to shake from under his fathers touch. Chin fell to his chest as he gritted his teeth. The pain was so deep it twisted and knotted. He had been keeping despair from engulfing him, yet the comforting hand was too much. Choking aloud Ichigo buried his head in the crook of his fathers neck, a wail of misery bursting from his trembling form.

Sadness gripped Issin's heart to see how cruel Ichigo was being treated. Too many times has this happened... now his son was finally breaking apart. He looked up arms rubbing soothing circles across the younger males back. Expert eyes sought the distance towards the East. His and Ichigo's shadows were stretched far over the land. There just at the tip of their combined shadows he could see a lone rider upon a horse.

Next time Issin would finally act. He was tired of seeing this happen over and over again. Tired of seeing Ichigo's ressolve tumbling away every time.

Inside his own mind Issin could feel a slight tug. A familiar presence nagged at him and Issin knew he was being summoned. A scowl came over his normally goofy features. A God sought his audience, the same whom must be reclining and enjoying Ichigo's pitiful state. No doubt Issin will have to go and answer that horrible mans questions. 'Is your son ready?' In return he will say, 'No, Ichigo has not given up yet!'

"No..." Ichigo cried lowly. Issin blinked as the figure disappeared to never return in this life-time. The father looked down at the orange mop of hair.

Clutching at his fathers robes he shook his head from side to side. "No more. Please!" Sobs were racking his body now. "Oh please no more!"

Dark thick clouds were rolling in from the North. Terrible clouds that piled upon each other and approaching dangerously fast. Ichigo's unique power to control weather under extreme conditions fueled the nimbus mass to thicken even more.

"Shhh..." Issin hugged him tightly. "Yes Ichigo. Things will change I promise."

"They never do!" His shout echoed off the wall and the yell caused the storm to roar with thunder. "I'm so tired of it! Please no I don't want to anymore! They never change! Nothing ever changes! I can't take it anymore!" Another crash of thunder and the storm had arrived, wind howling through the city.

"Ichigo!" Taking both wrists into his hands Issin shook his son. "Trust me please! We will break these spells! I swear I will find a way around the bonds that torment my family! But you have to trust me and strive through this depression." Voice going silent he did his best to ooze confidence and give Ichigo a look of strong determination. "Trust me."

Looking away the tears came more freely. His face just as twisted as his insides he sobbed louder from the emotional trauma wracking him. "I'm so tired. So tired of reliving this..."

"I know." He hugged the boy again and heard the sound of the atmosphere's quiet shudder. The clouds have collapsed their load as soon as Ichigo had slumped against him. There was a second of silence as if the earth took a shaky breath. Then the rain hit.

His son exhausted and far from his stoic self sunk deeper into Issin letting unconsciousness take him. It was better then Ichigo's single nightmare that stalked him as ruthlessly as the spell placed on him.

Turning Issin grappled with the others weight and took a moment to let his gaze sweep the grey town. It had changed over the centuries, but it would change again soon. Time seemed to bring the progress of Men the power of technology in their grasp. Even now the Traditional Japanese town was accommodating a western flavor and new inventions. That thought made Issin's mind wander to think about a close friend who dabbled in many of strange creations himself. Maybe there would soon be a way to help free his son. There might yet be hope.

Chilly rain pattered all around in the warm summer evening causing a mist to rise from the cobble stone streets. Lightning flashed making the entire expanse of wooden structures burn an eerie white.

Issin lowered his eyes to gaze at his only son. His half-breed child with the royal blood of an Archane running through his veins.

In another pause Issin rolled his shoulders, two large wings came from the slits of his back and ruffled once under the rain before exploding out into their full length. Grey feathers dusted with black dots gave Issin's wings an almost eagle-like charm. Issin lifted his chin and fell forward from the wall, the muscles in his back flapped his wings once and he sailed over the ground deep into the heart of Karakura Town...

alright that's just the prologue. i've got some other chapters already completed but i'm going to wait a full day or two before adding the first chapter. i want to see if i can get some reviews from this alone lol. so i don't confuse anyone i'll post information in the chapters to come answering your many questions. peace.