Tite Kubo owns "Bleach", and all of that stuff. However, the plot is mine.
Kon was ecstatic. Ichigo had left him in charge of the body for a whole week or so, while he went away on a brief trip to Soul Society. He had left, saying that he needed to get more information about the plans and whereabouts of Aizen. In the aftermath of the combined independent strike force that had attacked Hueco Mundo and successfully rescued Inoue Orihime, Aizen and his remaining forces had left for another fortress, withdrawing with the remaining Espada and the Hogyoku while the other arrancar and hollows were left to fend for themself.
The battle had been fierce, and a number of espada and former espada had been defeated and killed, though not without a serious price for the shinigami and humans. Everyone, Rukia, Renji, Ishida, and Chad had all been seriously injured; Ichigo was in better condition only after being healed by Inoue. And, Nell had almost died in her fight with Noitora. However, the battle had suddenly stopped at Aizen appeared. He had ordered Noitora to stand down, and politely asked Inoue to heal Nell. Surprised, but eager to help Ichigo and to save Nell, who had been defending them, Inoue quickly called upon her powers and began to restore Nell.
As she had finished healing Nell though, Aizen had begun to laugh darkly and applauded. He had then opened a portal out from Los Noches to parts unknown and then left. But, as he had left, Aizen had mocked Ichigo and his friends for their efforts, but praised them for the slight entertainment they had provided and the effects of Orihime's presence and use of her abilities on the awakening and on the development of the Hogyoku. After that, Soul Society lost track of Aizen's whereabouts and were uncertain about the probable timetable for his schemes to become a god.
"Still, he is such a baka." Kon mocked Ichigo, with both some levity and some seriousness. "Of course fighting Aizen would be his official reason for going back to Soul Society. He just can't admit that he wants to go see Rukia again, and probably again and again. Ah, nee-san." Kon murmured to himself. But, regardless of the occasion or reason for Ichigo's absence, Kon was quite pleased. He planned to hit the city and find a goddess of the valleys to happily spend the day with, and to enjoy his temporary stretch of freedom. That morning, putting on his usual scowl for the benefit of Yuzu and Karin and dodging Isshin's crazy attacks and antics, Kon had headed out the door and hopped on the bus to head to the Karakura Mall on his self-proclaimed quest for love. "Hmm, I hope I have enough cash with me, girls love a rich guy, who will woo his lady loves with romantic gifts." He fumbled through Ichigo's wallet for a bit and then stared off dreamily with a smirk at the daydreams of successful prospects of an enjoyable time.
All of a sudden, the bus came to a screeching halt and toppled over, jumping over the nearby curb. The driver screamed out and the bus crashed into a row of parked cars and rammed into the nearby building, crunching horrendously as the now seemingly fragile metal gave way in protest. The bus swerved in dying throes, knocking other cars around and slowly came to halt, partially embedded in the building and lying across a large section of the road with smashed and burning cars scattered about. The passengers began to scream and panic as thick, black smoke began to billow both into and out of the interior of the bus, and the first budding wisps of red and yellow fire began to hungrily lick at the bus, as the fuel began to leak out of the cracked and dented gas tank.
Frantically, Kon shoved aside the other passengers. "Calm down, everyone!" He shouted as loudly as he could. But, they continued to struggle and push through the broken door. Looking around and thinking furiously, Kon drew back a powerful leg and smashed open a window on the top of the toppled bus. "This way, one at a time!" He cried out, as he clambered through, the jagged fragments of glass clawing at him, cutting at his exposed face and arms.
"There! Someone's getting out!" "Call the police and firemen immediately!" "Should we go over and help?" "Stay put and let the emergency teams do the work, we'd only be in the way." The fragmented and nervous conversations of the crowd of bystanders reached Kon as he tiredly gasped for fresh air on top of the bus.
'If they won't help, I'll have to do so, then.' He thought. Turning around, he looked back into the bus and began to pull people out one by one. "Get over here and help move these people!" He angrily shouted at the still immobile bystanders, as the bus rocked and shifted as a small gas pocket burned or exploded. "The bus might explode!"
Now shocked into action, the crowd began to help the people that Kon had already pulled out. They caught each person that Kon dropped down from atop the bus and then carried the wounded away from the burning bus to wait for the paramedics and firemen. As some hurried to help the wounded out of the damaged building and the hurt in the cars hit by the overturned bus, others hurried to administer what first aid knowledge and care they possessed. Finally, after a seemingly interminable wait, the crowd of bystanders and wounded victims could hear the approaching doleful wails of the sirens coming slowly, hemmed in and delayed by the heavy backed-up traffic caused by the crash.
"My daughter! She's still in there!" A distraught mother called out. "Help her, someone, please!" The crowd held her back. She futilely tried to claw her way to the smoking and burning bus. Resigned at the cliché plea that seemed more in line with the events of some drama or play, Kon jumped back into the bus to see if he could find the child that was still trapped inside. As he did, another explosion rocked the bus, and more fumes spilled in, blanketing the inside of the bus in dark, thick clouds and billowing out of the opening to drift high in the sky above the scene.
Barely able to see, Kon called out. "Anyone still in here?" He staggered around, peering for any sign of the child. A tearful and heart-wrenching wail came from the back of the bus, and Kon pushed through the smashed and toppled fragments of plastic and metal, to find a six-year old little girl trapped under a dented metal grating. "Hang in there. Everything will be alright." Kon said soothingly.
The girl sniffed and tried to wipe away the tears of pain and fear on her face. With a grunt and forceful effort, Kon pushed aside the heavy grating. "Okay now, we'll get out of here. You're safe now. And, your mommy's waiting for you." He picked up the young girl and, cradling her gently in his arms, he ran towards the opening on the side of the toppled bus. As he was jumping straight up through the makeshift opening, the fires suddenly reached the fuel tank and the entire bus rocked tremendously as it exploded. With Kon and the little girl only halfway through the opening, the bus shifted fatally. Aware of the impending impact, Kon desperately threw the little girl at the crowd, which nervously edged away. He saw her fly across to safety and smiled warmly and faintly, as the collapsing metal frame hurtled through the air, catching him painfully in the side and smashing him forcefully underneath the wreckage into the pavement. "At least, I managed to get everyone else out in time."
Tearfully, the mother embraced her daughter, who shrieked out while frantically looking for the nice, strawberry man who had saved her. Whole sections of the bus were gone, while the flames continued to burn and spread. The fire trucks and police cars and paramedics finally arrived, sirens blaring in full force. They cleared the area and started emergency life-saving procedures as they began to hurriedly and desperately dig through the debris for the young hero who lay buried underneath. After hours of frenzied and anxious digging beneath a bright and sunny noon, the rescue teams cried out in relief. "We've found him! Quick, get emergency aid ready, and we need some heavy lifting equipment!" And at last, the teams found the young hero, who lay there silently with his legs crushed underneath the heavy metal plating of the bus. Hurriedly, but carefully, they removed the debris and then rushed him to the nearest hospital.
Some distance away in Soul Society, Ichigo finished fighting several hollows that had somehow sneaked through and sheathed his zanpaktou, wrapping it back up and replacing it on his back. Suddenly, he stiffened as some indescribable, tingling feeling ran down his spine, chilling him to the core. Rukia, standing near by, noticed. But before she could ask Ichigo what was the matter, his face settled into a grim expression. And, hurriedly, they both used shunpo to head back to Sereitei. "I have to get back to the real world, immediately. Something bad has happened. I can feel it." Rukia followed him in understanding silence.