Bleach is not mine. If it was I wouldn't be sitting around on FanFic writing now would I.

Ok so I had this crazy idea. I know what your saying all my idea's are crazy, but stick with me it gets crazier.

The Other Side

Ichigo Kurosaki was laying in his bed looking at the moon. He had recently become a Shinigami, or guardian of souls. His job was to send souls to the other side, and purify Hollows. Just the day before he had run off a Menos Grande. A massive Hollow made of hundreds of Hollows. He was still sore from the great relase of reitsu he had been forced to unleash in order to block the Menos' Cero. He sat up, making sure Rukia the Shinigami that had given him his powers and was currently hiding out in his closet until she regained her own reitsu, was asleep. He reached into the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a locket. He carefully opened it and looked at the picture inside. It showed himself holding a young girl. She had shoulder length blue-green hair, and grey eyes. He jumped as he sensed someone looking over his shoulder.

"Who is she." The ever curious Shinigami asked.

"No one." Ichigo growled tucking it under his pillow and laying down.

"Oh come on, I see you look at it all the time when you think no one is looking." Rukia said sitting down on his bed at his feet.

"She is someone that I cared for once." He said rolling over and looking out the window.

"Why don't you talk about it. It might help you feel better."

"I don't think so."

"Ok, maybe I should ask your dad"

"He won't tell you."

"Or I could just continue annoying you until you tell me." She said looking at his still form. He sighed and sat up, pulling out the locket and throwing it to her.

"Ok but make yourself comfortable, it's a long story. Also, no questions, I don't want to stop." To this she snuggled down on the bed while he pulled himself into a sitting position and leaned against the wall.

"A few years ago I met a young girl. Her name was Neliel."

"The girl in the locket."

"What did I say about question's." He said glaring at her.

"Sorry."

"Ok yes it was her. She was in my class and I didn't pay much attention to her. I just kind of goofed off in school. She was the smartest in the class and always knew the answers. It wasn't to long after my mom's death. I hadn't gotten over it yet, and I spent all my time after school helping out at the clinic or getting in fights. Working with dad calmed me down, but all the rest of the aggression was taken out on anyone that I could find a problem with. I quickly became the best in my class and no one would fight me. So I started to look outside for fights. It must have been a year or two after I met her when we met for the first actual time. I had just taken on 4 guys from the year ahead of me. They were all beaten pretty bad. She had seen the entire thing and looked at me with pity. I yelled at her, yelled that I didn't need her pity. The next day she sat with me at lunch. She asked me about myself but I didn't tell her much. I didn't know why she was so persistant. I later learned that she had followed me home and couldn't figure out how someone like me could be so calm and happy helping at a clinic. It intrigued her and drew her towards me. Anyway she continued to ask me about myself and little by little over the course of that school year, I answered. Through that and what she learned from my family and by volunteering with me. She began to piece together the peices that were my shattered life, but I would never tell her about my mother. So she asked one of my childhood friends. Over the same time she had begun to learn about me I was starting to care about her. When she came to me and confronted me about my mother's death I cried, for the first time I cried and told her all about it. Finally I stopped and we just sat there in my room, my head in her lap while she ran her hands through my hair. I felt better, more whole again, in a way I hadn't for years. It was then that I felt something that I hadn't felt for a long time. Love." He sighed and looked out the window.

"At the time I still knew nothing about her life. So one day I followed her home, without her knowing. What I saw sickened me. She lived with her dad, her mother having died a few years before. He treated her like a slave, making her do all the stuff around the house and beating her when she did something wrong. He got drunk often and beat her within inches of her life. I was so inraged but what could I do I was 13 and he was 39. I never told her I knew, and helped any way I could without letting her know I knew. I would make her lunch and when she helped at the clinic I would tell her about remedies for pain's and brusies, how to clean cuts and stuff like that, and always being happy and trying to cheer her up during the day. All the while going to her house some nights and watching in anger as he hurt her. The girl I loved, and with every beating I renewed my vow to pay every hurt back on him ten fold. Whatever free time I had went into strengthening my body so I could one day repay him for all the brusies. It steadily got worse as she started having to skip some school days because she didn't want me to see her with a swollen face or a broken bone. Finally one day I was watching from the window of her den when he crossed the line. I had noticed her growing into a beautiful woman, trust me with all the hormones I couldn't help but notice." He stopped and glared at Rukia as she wiggled trying to get more comfortable. Finally she stopped and he quirked an eye up at her. She nodded and he continued on.

"I wasn't the only one that noticed, the entire class noticed, and I had been forced to start fighting again, whenever a boy said something crude about her. Apparently her dad was starting to notice as well. Because that night he yelled something about women only being good for working and fucking. He stood over her crumpled form and unzipped his pants. He tore her shirt and panties to shreds and was about to rape her when I lost it. Every night I had stayed up late working out and every fight I had been in to get ready, it was all coming down to this one moment. I beat the everliving shit out of him. Beat him until I couldn't lift the wooden beam I was using. I broke bones and knocked out teeth, and when I was done I took her and went back to my house. My dad never asked a word when I asked if she could live with us for awhile. He looked at her in my jacket and me standing there covered in blood, my hand's filled with splinters, and just nodded. She was mad that I had spied on her, but she was never mad for beating her dad and getting her out of there. I had never thought beating him and I suspect he stopped by the clinic, actually I saw him knocking on the door, but we never saw him again. I suspect my dad threatened him with trespassing or a beating. Life was good for a few more years until just after my 15th birthday. I met Chad. He was like me a reformed fighter, but he did it for his grandfather. When I met him he was being pretty badly beaten but he never fought back. Until one of his attackers tried to destroy the necklace that his grandfather had given him. Something that was more important to him than his life. He couldn't break the promise to his grandfather but at the same time he couldn't let the necklace be destroyed. His promise said he could fight to help someone else. This wasn't one of those times. I decided to step in and help him. When I gave him the necklace back I told him that if anyone attacked him, he was to protect himself, to fight, for me and I would fight for him. The guys I beat up to save him, one of them had an older brother in a gang. He got his friends and came looking for me not long afterwards. Meanwhile I was falling in love with Neliel. She was everything to me and I think that she is the only reason I am alive today. Well those gangbangers found us. Except they didn't attack me directly like all the other guys I pissed off. They kidnapped Nel. She didn't come home from the store one day. She left right after I got up and it was sometime after 4 that I got worried. I went out to see if she had been sidetracked by Pocky or something. I didn't get far before I found some groceries splattered all over the sidewalk. I bent over and found the locket I got Nel for her birthday, laying next to a note. It said that if I was to save her I would have to go to the same place that I had saved Chad. I ran through town as quickly as I could. Sado saw me and followed, seeing the urgencey in my eyes. I heard her screams long before I saw her. When we ran up she was laying in the dirt as the men commenced their latest round of rape and abuse. She lay in the dirt crying, clothes torn to shreds around her. From the looks of it they had been raping her for most of the afternoon. Her shrill screams of pain and suffering tore at my soul. She shrieked as they forced themselves inside of her. I stood frozen watching in horror. Sado yelled at them to stop and they turned to look at us. As they did she looked over at me. I looked into her bloodshot eyes, saw her tearstained face and wanted to cry. I looked at her face, the face I had looked at often, the most beautiful face I had ever seen, screwed up in pain. Something broke loose inside of me, the same thing that had broken loose on her father. Except this time it was much more bloodthirsty and would not be appeased until these men that had violated all that I loved, were dead. I roared and tore at them. The fight didn't last long. Even with all 20 of them we had no problem dispatching them. Sado took down a few but I beat most of them. I killed most of them, and the ones that lived are certainly crippled. When I was done I went to Nel and held her in my arms as she tried to speak. The only words she got out were, "I love you", and with that she closed her eyes forever. I couldn't accept her death and after hearing her say those words I picked her up and walked all the way home. Arriving there sometime in the early morning. Chad was close behind. When we arrived I put her in her bed and weeped. I stayed in there for three weeks. Only coming out for her funeral. Chad came and saw me often, and it was then that I started to come out of my shell. I still think of her all the time, and with all that I have learned in the last few weeks I hope she went to soul society where she can be happy." He finished his story and looked at Rukia. She had big teary anime eyes.

"That's ssssss sso sssaaa....dd." She cried

"See I knew this was going to end up this way. Just go to sleep." He kicked her off his bed and rolled back over turning away from her. He heard her close the closet and he put the locket on.

Nel. I hope your happy, wherever you are.