A new story about music. This story is something special for me because my whole life is around music. Every day starts and finishes with a song.

Today's special song is "Viva La Vida" by Coldplay. But I prefer the nightcore version created by Extreme Extremity.

Full summary:

Ichigo always liked to sing, he wanted to be a singer when he grow up but after his mother died, he didn't sing even a note. It was hard to find another thing to feel so passionate about. When he finally decided to try it again, another horrible thing happened. Now without any memory and a single thought of being a Soul Reaper, will he be able to do what his heart desires? And why some brown haired man is so interested in him?

Extra: The title is the name of the song too. If you're interested then you should listen to it. Full of emotions, like the every song Nomy creates.

*cookie*

Ichigo was laying in his bed, alone. No one could break the silence he felt in his heart. His mind was full of songs he heard and sang a long time ago. But his mouth was held shut, no sound was coming from it. He wanted to sing but after everything what happened, he couldn't bring himself to do that.

He still remembered how much his mother loved his voice when he was just a little child. To be honest she was the person who discovered his 'talent'. She said that he couldn't leave it and started going with him on the singing lessons.

He felt so much warm in his heart when his mom was smiling and applausing.

He smiled a bit because of this memory.

But then his smile fell down.

His mother died when he was nine years old. He watched as her eyes lost the light.

He sighed.

But still didn't make any sound.

He covered his body with his comforter. He closed his eyes.

And silently choked on his own tears.

cookie*

He was in his English class. He was bored to the bone. He looked through the window.

It's not like he could see anything anymore.

He lost his powers about a year ago. Even after such a long time he still felt weak.

Mentally and physically.

Mentally because he was still remembering his fight with Grimmjow, Nnoitra, Ulquiorra, Yammy, Gin, watching Gin die, the final fight with Aizen, the 'traitor'. It's been such draining time, he shivered on the memory.

Psychically... Yes, definitely he did feel weak. From time to time his hands were starting to shake on their own. Or he just was having a hard time thinking or calming himself down. Maybe it was some kind of 'panic attack'? Maybe, he couldn't bring himself to tak about it with his dad. He couldn't bring himself to admit how weak he felt.

He felt kind of afraid to tak about his 'problems'.

He didn't know if his dad could 'understand'. He felt kind of 'afraid' of his dad. Afraid of his reaction, would he react like Rukia after his 'fight' with Grimmjow? Just throw him into another fight and force him to 'forget'?

"Are you feeling alright, Ichigo?" He looked up from his notebook, he didn't even notice when his head fell down.

"Sorry, just a headache." He watched silently as she rolled his eyes. But didn't comment.

He waited uncomfortably until this lesson ended. He sighed and groaned when he picked up his backpack. His back was feeling sore and he didn't know why. But he felt tired, too tired for this to be normal.

"Everything alright?" Chad asked as he took Ichigo's backpack from him. Ichigo sat down and laid his head against the cold wall.

"Maybe I should just go home." He said aloud. He closed his eyes.

"Kurosaki-kun?" He opened his eyes and looked at Orihime. He smiled a little.

"I'm alright, just a headache. Just a one lesson left and it's weekend." He yawned and tried to relax. "Just one lesson."

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"Finally." Ichigo said and closed his door. He thrown his backpack near his desk and sat in his chair and relaxed. But something didn't feel right. He walked to his wardrobe, just a habit from having Rukia there, and opened it.

He froze.

He didn't even notice when his eyes fell on a forgotten guitar. It didn't look special: just a single brown guitar.

He watched it but it didn't disappear. He closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

It was still there.

He closed them again and leaned against the door of the closet. He remembered his father forcing him to take it our of the cellar so he could take something else there. He tried to calm himself down.

He opened his eyes and closed the door.

He laid himself down on the bed.

And fell asleep.

cookie*

He woke up around 6:00 AM. He couldn't sleep again so he got up and slowly prepared for the next empty day to survive. Luckily it was Saturday so no school. He took a long and relaxing shower, changed the clothes and decided to go out, to run and get rid of the emotions he felt.

He grabbed his headphones and forget about the world's problems, about the world and everything what was surrounding him. He just ran to the rhythm of the music.

He liked running but without the music it was nothing to him. He felt every word the singer has sung, every emotion it brought and it was amazing.

He didn't even notice when his phone showed him that he ran just the right amount of kilometers and it's time to slow down and rest a bit. So he did and sat down near the pond with koi fishes. It reminded him of Byakuya's and Ukitake's home. A few of the fishes slowly but eagerly swam to him. He smiled softly and breathed the sweet scent of the sakura's tree.

After a few minutes or maybe even a more than few, his phone called. He picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ichigo, where are you?" His father sounded more serious than usually.

"I'm..." He looked around. "I'm in the park, did something happened?"

"Get out of here-!" Ichigo didn't hear what his father was trying to tell him, a large explosion hit somewhere around him. He quickly got up and slowly walked to the place it hit. He was still holding his phone in his hand but he couldn't hear anything his father was saying until the line went dead.

"Another hollow?" Ichigo asked himself. After the smoke has fallen down, he saw nothing. But after moment he heard something and he fell to the ground a few meters away from the center of the explosion.

He felt blood in his mouth. He heard a long and high whistle, nothing more. He couldn't feel his leg or his body, like he was...

Dying?

cookie*

He woke up at Urahara's shop. He was in a lot of pain and it was hard to stay conscious.

"Easy, don't move around too much." He heard someone. But he was too tired to stay up. So he didn't.

cookie*

Next time was much more pleasant than before. He was in his bed and nothing hurt too much. Bereable so he sigh in relief.

"Are you feeling okay?" His father asked. Ichigo slowly got up and sat down.

"Better than before." He said and rolled his shoulders. "Kinda sore still."

"Not a surprise." Isshin said. "don't move too much."

"What happened?" Ichigo looked at him. "What day it is?"

"It's Wednesday. Almost 6:00 PM." Ichigo was shocked.

"I slept almost three days?"

"Yes. So don't over-exhaust yourself. I'll bring you something to eat, wait." Ichigo nodded and he laid down. He closed his eyes.

After a few minutes, his father came to his room. He thanked him for the breakfast and slowly started eating. He didn't feel hungry but he thought it was a good idea to eat something.

"Hey." His father said. Ichigo looked up. He didn't feel hungry anymore, not like he felt hungry before. "Are you... Okay? I mean-." Isshin stopped. "Are you... Since you lost your powers, are you doing okay? We noticed that you became more distant and..." Ichigo knew he didn't know how to talk about this.

"I'm... Fine." Ichigo lied. "Nothing out of order." He shrugged.

"This is your main problem, Ichigo." Isshin seemed a bit... Angry and stressed out. "You think you are okay, you definitely are not. You think you are fine and the same but you are-."

"How can I be normal when you all left me behind and acted like it was okay?!" Ichigo couldn't do that anymore, couldn't listen this anymore. He was breathing hard and felt his hand shaking. "Come on, just admit that I'm not the same person as I was, just admit it! I'll never be the same person, it's all because of you!"

But his father said nothing. He just stared for a moment and then turn around leaving the room.

Ichigo was shaking badly, he laid the plate on the ground and he started feeling something he didn't feel in a while.

The fear.

cookie*

After a long night, Ichigo closed his eyes. He didn't sleep at all. He was too scared to fell asleep. He was really tired and his body started to hurt again. his eyes were hurting. His headache was a bit less bereable but he looked through the window. It was the time he was supposed to leave.

But he was supposed to stay in. So he wasn't going to complain. He laid down again and closed his eyes.

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He waited until his father and sisters left. He sighed but couldn't sleep. Ichigo thought about the guitar again. about his past.

His mother.

He got up and walked to the wardrobe again. But didn't open it instantly. He thought again. And opened it.

The guitar was still there. Still the same guitar. Slowly he grabbed it. It almost felt like it sighed in relief.

He sat in his chair. He slowly tuned it and tried doing this again. It felt...

Right.

He sighed and slowly tried to find his own voice.

He slowly played the song his mother taught him.

"I used to rule the world...

Seas would rise when I gave the word...

Now in the morning I sleep alone...

Sweep the streets I used to own..."

He slowly started. At the beginning his voice wasn't strong or loud.

"I used to roll the dice...

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes...

Listened as the crowd would sing...

Now the old king is dead long live the king.

One minute I held the key,

Next the walls were closed on me,

And I discovered that my castles stand,

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."

He focused on the emotions. On everything hidden in this words.

" I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing,

Roman cavalry choirs are singing,

Be my mirror, my sword and shield,

My missionaries in a foreign field,

For some reason I can't explain,

Once you'd gone there was never,

Never an honest word,

And that was when I ruled the world."

He sang more and more. And finally the last things were to sang.

"Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing,

Roman cavalry choirs are singing,

Be my mirror, my sword and shield,

My missionaries in a foreign field,

For some reason I can't explain,

I know St. Peter won't call my name,

Never an honest word,

But that was when I ruled the world..."

And this is how the new story began.