Chapter 1

Author's Note:

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Author: MurasakiShiori

Main Character: Ichigo
Other Characters In This Story: Rukia, Isshin, Urahara (Tessai, Ururu, Jinta)

Short Description: Ichigo has a mysterious illness which makes him suffer really badly. He decides to visit a man who can help him. What could be wrong with the subtitute shinigami? Will he survive?

Chapters: 3+1

Length of story: Not so long

Please, read and review! Have fun reading it! I hope you will like it!

- So, do you see anything strange? – Ichigo asked with a worried voice after a few seconds of silence.

- Nothing, Ichigo. – Rukia answered resignedly - Nothing extraordinary here, just your back.

- Aww… - he sighed desperately and threw his T-shirt on the bed. – I don't know what to do.

- Me neither.

- Do you think this has got to do anything with this shinigami thing?

- Well, it's nothing like I have ever seen before, so I have no idea. It's maybe just some kind of human illness, like allergy.

- Yeah, probably…anyways, thanks, Rukia.

- I wish I could help more. – She said with a worried expression.
Ichigo's back has been itching for a few days and he had no idea why. He hoped Rukia would be able to help, but there were no visible signs of his „illness".

- Actually, I think I have a back-scratcher somewhere in your closet. I can look for it if you'd like to?

- Thanks, Rukia, that would be awesome! I'll go downstairs to drink something until then, OK?

- Cool. – She said as she opened the closet's door and started rummaging through.
The orange haired boy turned and walked out of the room. He went down the stairs into the kitchen. Opening the door of the fridge he picked out a box of milk and drank from it. He heard footsteps so he stopped swallowing for a moment. He took away the milk from his mouth and lowered the box, but it was silent again. He looked around, but seeing nothing strange, he shrugged and started drinking again, but a kick in his guts made him spit it all across the kitchen, landing painfully on the floor.

- What the hell's wrong with you, old man? I'm drinking here!

- My son has to be ready every second of his life!

- Just so you know, I won't be cleaning up this mess!

- Hm, how 'bout we decide it with a fight? HA! – Isshin jumped and flung his leg towards Ichigo but he easily deflected it and sent his dad flying across the room. Ichigo took his chance and as soon as he settled the milk on the counter he started running away…but his father was quicker, and grasped onto his back. Ichigo cried out loudly in pain. – Oh, what's wrong, boy?

- NOTHING! JUST LET ME GO! – Isshin hesitantly took away his hands. –GOOD. – Ichigo added and ran upstairs, leaving his dumbfounded father behind.

- This is strange- He said to himself – He isn't this sensitive usually… I hope this was at a fight with a hollow, because I don't see any injury on his physical body.
As Ichigo kicked in his door Rukia was waiting for him inside with a big smile on her face, holding up the scratcher in hand.

- I though you'd never come back, you took a long while. Everything OK?

- Just my stupid old man. Oh, thank you for finding it, I couldn't live a minute longer without it. – He said as he quickly snatched it away from her, and tried it out on his back. – Oooooh~ That feels so damn good. – Ichigo moaned. A slight blush appeared on Rukia's face.

- Shut up, moron. – She said angrily - You're making this really uncomfortable for me. And your little sisters could be eavesdropping at your door. How'd you explain it to them? – But instead of answering, Ichigo was only scratching and scratching and scratching. After a few minutes it still didn't stop. – Oi, Ichigo, stop it already.

- But I can't!

- Then I will! – Rukia grunted as she tried to take it away but she stopped suddenly. – Oh my… I better bring a towel…or two… - And with that she was out of the room.

- Wait Ru-! … Great…I wonder what she meant… – Ichigo reached behind and touched his hurting back. It was hot like a fying pan and he felt something fluid. As he brought his hand forward, some blood dripped off his fingers. – Oh no. I guess I went a little overboard. – He quickly rushed out of the room, heading towards the bathroom. Without a knock he kicked in the door and saw Rukia with a pile of towels in her arms. – Get out, shortie.

- What did you…! – but before she could finish it she was tossed outside and the door closed beheind her with a click. – Pfft, talk about gratitude.
Ichigo stepped into the shower and gently washed off most of the blood – but two little wounds wouldn't stop bleeding, at his shoulderblades. After drying his body carefully, he wrapped some bandage around the bleeding spots. He wrapped a towel around his waist, then stepped outside and went back into his room. Rukia wasn't there anymore, she left a little note saying she went to Soul Society to gather some information. He felt like scratching his back again, and now he felt a bit of a pain, too. Ichigo crawled into his bed, hoping to get better after taking a nap.