A/N: Hello! To all of you who just clicked on this story, I hope you enjoy! To those of you who liked the Bleach Arrancar arc ending, do not be offended by this! This is just my frustrations being taken out and placated. It's also for other fans who wanted to get their irritation out about the ending. And even if you don't dislike the ending, this is for people who wanted things to happen differently along the way.

Well, please read the A/N at the end, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my ideas and OC's.

Mission: Fix It

Step One: Make A List

"No! This can't happen! That's not an acceptable ending at all! He can't- He can't- And sure as heck that that's not right! And that wasn't even explained proper- OH, THIS WHOLE THING SUCKS!" howled an enraged tenant as she jumped up from her place in front of her glowing computer screen.

That would be Kobayashi Satsuki, over-active and highly emotional 21 year old college student, who's current residence was that of room 316 in the Meiro o Konran Apartment Complex.

"Shut up! What in the world are you doing? Why are you screaming? What 'sucks' so bad that you woke me up at…FOUR IN THE MORNING? Why are you still up at FOUR IN THE MORNING?" shrieked the other tenant of room 316 from her place by the entrance to Satsuki's room.

Now, that would be Tanaka Megumi, Satsuki's roommate. A lively 24 year old woman who works part-time in a coffee shop while attending the same college with Satsuki. Though normally calm and kind, the voice of reason, she did not like her sleep interrupted, especially not at 4:25 a.m., so she was quite volatile at the moment.

"Megu-megu~! It's Bleach! The ending wasn't right!" cried Satsuki as she flung herself towards her irate roommate.

Instead of pushing the blubbering girl off like Megumi had planned, at hearing the words "Bleach" and "ending", she froze.

'Bleach…ended…? N-n….NOOOOOOOOOOO!'

Suddenly, the idea of screaming that early in the morning didn't seem so heinous. In fact, Megumi decided it was indeed appropriate for the situation, so she joined in.

"NOOOOOOOOOO! Bleach ENDED? NEVER! IT CAN'T BE!"

"I KNOW, RIGHT? But that's not even the worst part! It's the way it ended! It's horrible, it leaves questions hanging for SO MANY THINGS! And Ichigo….ICHIGO…It's just NOT RIGHT!"

"Wait, what happened? Tell me everything!"

"O-okay…h-here's what h-happened…"

And so, Satsuki told Megumi all about how both Tosen and Gin died, even though Tosen had been about to return to the Soul Society's side, and Gin was good all along, only joining Aizen so as to learn Kyōka Suigetsu's weakness, which he did, and then kill Aizen.

Satsuki went on to explain how Tosen and Gin were killed. Tosen, after he had been defeated by Komamura and Hisagi and had finally had the sense beaten into him, was laying on a giant piece of rubble, when the view suddenly cut to a different angle, and all you saw was a giant gush of blood, Hisagi's disbelieving gaze, and Komamura's enraged glare as he roared at Aizen. Apparently, that meant Aizen had just killed Tosen, because he only smirked as Komamura howled at him.

Gin, on the other hand, was killed by Aizen in a more obvious fashion. Aizen stabbed him through the chest.

Gin had surprised Aizen by attacking him with his back turned, while holding Aizen's sword. Gin went on to say how that was his actual goal, to kill him once he learned Kyoka Suigetsu's secret, which was for one to hold onto Kyoka Suigetsu so one wouldn't get caught in the hypnosis. But even though Gin stabbed Aizen through the chest and took the Hogyoku from his body, it was to no avail. Aizen went through yet another metamorphosis, claiming the Hogyoku did not need to be attached to his body to be it's master.

Right after Aizen stabbed Gin, Ichigo appeared with longer hair and looking slightly taller, but most of all, he was definitely more powerful. So powerful, in fact, Aizen couldn't sense his spiritual pressure, meaning Ichigo's was on such a level that no one would be able to sense it unless on the exact same level, meaning Aizen was indefinitely weaker. Aizen, though, did not think this because he thought himself all-powerful and undefeatable, as he portrayed a more confident and cocky persona at the end, the main reason he lost.

Ichigo released the Final Getsugatensho at Aizen, but the cons of that attack out-weighed the pros. To use this Final Getsugatensho meant Ichigo would lose all of his shinigami powers, leaving him a mere human.

"Now, if that wasn't bad enough, listen to this!" cried Satsuki. By this time in the story, the two ladies had made their way to Satsuki's futon, and were currently sitting cross-legged and across from each other, both fully engaged in the conversation at hand.

"After the attack, Aizen doesn't even die! He's still standing, and Ichigo can't fight anymore! Don't worry though, Ichigo still has his powers, but he'll lose them in, at the most, a years time. Anyway! Aizen doesn't die, and he's about to attack Ichigo again, but a seal in his body stops him! Kisuke had placed that seal in him while they were both fighting. You know, Kisuke, Yoruichi, and Ichigo's otosan fought him in the fake Karakura Town, before Aizen left with Gin for the real one. So now, the seal works, and Aizen can't do any more harm! That part was awesome, but ICHIGO LOSES HIS POWERS!

"He blacks out and wakes up in Kisuke's shop, where Kisuke tells him that he'll slowly lose all of his powers…IT WAS SO SAD! Ichigo doesn't take it bad at all, though. No, he just says that what happens will happen, and he'll deal with it when the time comes…ARGH! IT SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED LIKE THAT! He lost his cool new look! That's not good AT ALL!"

"Oh…I…see…that is horrible! But I can see why Tite Kubo-sensei decided not to let Ichigo keep that awesome power…if he had it, a power that surpasses Aizen in his most powerful transformation, then wouldn't there be no point to any new kind of opposition in the story, because he wouldn't be defeatable? I mean, there are more episodes, right? The Arrancar arc may be finished, but I saw that there are more episodes currently coming out." reasoned Megumi. Her calm calculations seemed to cool down Satsuki's hot head.

"Y-yeah…I can see his point too, but that doesn't mean I like it! Urgh, the most frustrating part is that it makes sense what he did. Having Ichigo reach his peak in power, use it to destroy the main enemy, and then lose it all, only having a short amount of time left until his shinigami powers are gone forever…it's what should happen, and what makes the most sense for the ending of the series, but it still irks me, and I don't really know why…" relented the still frustrated brunette.

"Oh, well I know why. It's cause you love power. And before you get all defensive about it, let me explain more clearly. When I say you love power, I mean that you like it when the main characters' strength grows when all hope is lost, then they unleash and unbelievably powerful attack that makes all surrounding people gape in astonishment and shear awe. You know? That's what you like. It's the power that makes everyone take a step back in open-mouthed shock. You like the surprise on everyone's faces, the major changes in battle when the enemy knows he's lost, but tries in vain anyway. That right there? That's the writer in you, wanting to shock everyone with what you can do." Megumi leant back against the headboard, arms crossed, a look of smug satisfaction on her face.

Pouting, Satsuki shoved her hands into her lap, a light blush spreading across her cheeks, lightly covering her ears. "U-urusai! Megumi-baka!"

"Why are you so embarrassed? You know I'm right!" Megumi giggled, eyes crinkling in mirth.

"Stop laughing, Megu-chan! I do know you're right, it's just that that smug look on your face makes me think you were trying to embarrass me! You're so manipulative, Megu-chan!" cried Satsuki helplessly, blush slowly fading away.

"Haha, calm down! I get it! I was just teasing you, you baka!" Chuckling, Megumi flicked Satsuki's forehead. "You take things way to seriously sometimes, not to mention the fact you exaggerate everything with your ever-changing moods! Heh, anyway, what are you going to do about it?"

"Eh? Well, there's nothing I can do, that's just how I am…" she mumbled unsurely.

"No, you baka! Not 'what are you going to do about your attitude'! I meant, what are you going to do about Bleach's ending, since you disliked it so much?" Megumi slapped her forehead, a tired sigh escaping from her lips.

"Oh…uh, I don't know…there's something I can do?" Satsuki cocked her head to the side, eyes growing wide with the question.

"Well, I don't know! I'm asking you because you're the one complaining about it! Was that all you were going to do? Whine and complain? Come on, use that calculating mind of yours! I know you're more of a "take action" kind of girl, but you have to learn to use that brain first! Think before you act, okay?" explained Megumi enthusiastically. "You studied to become a lawyer for a few years, right? And your dad taught you some stuff about being a detective! Use some of the skills you learned to come up with a plan!"

Satsuki sighed. She knew Megumi was right, she couldn't just complain about the ending. If she really disliked it, she had to do something about it! But what? What could she do to change the ending?

By her standards, it had failed quite badly. There was no real resolution with Aizen, seeing as he was sentenced 20,000 years in confinement, even though he's supposedly immortal. Not to mention the Soul King! No one ever sees him, he's never made any kind of appearance in the anime, at all. And there are STILL no people to replace the captain spots for squad 3, 5, and 9! There was so much left to finish!

And throughout the story, too, there were many things, many events and such that happened that were displeasing to Satsuki.

'Well, not so much "displeasing" as I would have liked something a little different…'

Then why not fix it?

'Well, for one, I wouldn't know how. How am I to change what has already happened? Besides, it's an anime series! There's no way I could change anything without getting the creator, Tite Kubo-sensei, to do it. Plus, the series has already gone so far! To change the things I want to change would mean going back to the beginning of the series, and they're already out where millions of people have seen them! There's no way to change it….'

You speak as if it is not real. As if it is only fiction.

'Uh…well, it kind of is. It's an anime story that was thought up and created by Tite Kubo-sensei. He's a manga-ka…wait. W-who the heck are you? And why are you in my head? What the heck is going on?'

I see you're not the brightest bulb around. Did you not even notice you were having a conversation with someone inside your mind?

'U-urusai! I-it's not my fault! Hey, you're not even answering my questions! Who are you?'

I'll tell you who I am when the time is right. Now, I'm going to help you with your problem, but first, you must listen to what I tell you to do.

'U-uh…'

I'll take that as a 'yes'. Okay, first, get your friend out of the room. We don't want her thinking you're bonkers, now do we? Or at least, not more than you already are…

'Fine, but only because this is really weird and I want to see where this goes.'

"Hey, Megu-chan, I'm getting a little tired. Mind if I hit the hay? All this griping over Bleach isn't good so late at night- er, I mean, early in the morning…" asked Satsuki awkwardly. She went to scratch her left cheek, but stopped, knowing that Megumi would notice her nervous habit and suspect something.

"Uh, sure, I guess. You were quiet for quite a while, I thought you had fallen asleep sitting up with your eyes open! Alright, well, g'night Satsuki-chan. Oh! And if you wake me up screaming one more time, I'll kill you. Bye-bye!" cried the blond happily, before disappearing to her room, closing the door behind her.

"Alright, she's gone, now what?" Satsuki asked the empty room, her head swiveling around comically, in search of the strange voice.

"Good, now we'll start getting organized… oh, and by the way, I'm over here."

Satsuki turned to look over her shoulder, falling off her futon in the process. Upside down, the spastic girl blew her bangs out of her eyes in order to see the hooded figure sitting in front of her computer, the glow from the screen casting creepy shadows across its hidden face.

"…um…so you're the voice inside my head?"

"Yep. Now get up, I can see your stomach from here." came the short response.

Embarrassed, Satsuki clumsily righted herself to a standing position.

"Grab the stool from the corner." ordered the mysterious being with a wave of it's hand. "I'm going to help you with the first step."

"Um," started Satsuki as she went to get the stool. "First step of what?"

The figure only chuckled, an act that made the brunette jump in surprise.

"Baka, the first step to change Bleach! You really are slow on the uptake, aren't you? Never mind that, come sit down." said the figure, shoulders still shaking slightly with contained mirth.

"C-coming!" yelped Satsuki. Quickly, she brought the stool over and sat to the left of the hooded being. "Um, before we start, can I ask a couple questions?"

"Sure."

"Uh…a-are…are you a boy, or a girl?" asked Satsuki awkwardly, a small blush creeping along her cheeks.

"…I'm a guy."

"O-okay…I-I couldn't tell because of the hood…"

'Dang, that was awkward…'

Not to worry, I understand.

"Eep! You just spoke in my head!" yelped the startled girl, jumping slightly in surprise. Her arms flailed comically as she tried to regain her balance, the sudden movement causing her stool to tip backwards.

The hooded man reached an arm out to steady her, before chuckling happily.

"Yes, I did indeed speak to you inside your mind. It should be rather normal considering I'm your… ah, well never mind. We'll talk about that later. First, some small introductions. My full name is Sunpō no shugo-sha. For short, just call me Sunpo. I'm here to help you fulfill your desire. You want to change how the anime series Bleach ended, as well as a few minor things along the way, right?" explained Sunpo thoroughly, as he reached up and took his hood off.

Now, if he were any normal guy just passing by on the street, Satsuki never would have noticed him. To her, at first glance, he was just another pretty boy, a bishounen. Really, his black, baggy t-shirt and jeans combo was nothing to sniff at, and the black wristbands weren't too interesting either. His black, studded belt and black sneakers were average, and even though the two, silver bands on both of his middle fingers were quite eye-catching, they didn't really stand out when added to his attire.

The black, sports shades he wore that hid his eyes were stylish, but nonetheless, normal. His black, spiky hair that framed his pretty face, and his bangs that went just to the top edge of his shades, was quite lush and shiny, but still ordinary compared with his outfit. The black and sagging jacket he wore only added to his normalcy.

That was, of course, only the first glance.

The second time Satsuki looked at him, her entire perception changed. He was no longer the everyday teen trying to look unique, yet only succeeding in fading into the norm.

No, he was a handsome young man with an air of mystery, a mischievous glint to his eyes, and a small smirk playing on his lips. He was a puzzle, an enigma, an adventure.

Everything about him intensified, every aspect enhanced. He seemed to shine with an unearthly glow, a radiance known only to beings not made of man, but by gods.

At first, Satsuki would have said he was a college student, based off his height, but now, after seeing his face, she would probably say he was a high schooler. Actually, the more Satsuki thought about it, the harder it was to pin-point his age. His face had an ageless quality to it, making it hard on her deductive skills to ascertain an accurate estimate.

He was…in one word…

A mystery.

A mystery Satsuki wanted to solve, badly.

"Ojosama? Are you alright?" asked said 'mystery', concern and slight humor evident in his voice. "You're staring."

"E-eh? U-uh, yeah, I'm fine…wait, what's with calling me 'ojosama'?"

"Like I said, we'll get to that later. Now, let's move on to the task at hand." said Sunpo, redirecting the conversation with ease as he woke the computer up.

"Here, I'll type, you talk. First, what exactly do you want to change in Bleach? Only the major events, the smaller things you want fixed can be taken care of easily, without any extreme repercussions." explained the raven-haired teen as he uploaded a word document page.

"O-okay, I don't quite understand what you mean, but I'm sure you're going to tell me about it later, so I'll let it go for now." decided Satsuki with a nod of her head. She didn't know what he meant by "extreme repercussions", but she was sure to find out, sooner or later.

"Um, one of the most important things I want to change is how Aizen is defeated. I don't want Ichigo using his Final Getsugatensho on him, because that causes him to gradually lose all of his shinigami abilities, another major thing I want changed. I don't really like the fact that all his hard work in obtaining all of his powers is practically thrown away as he slowly becomes weak, and unable to protect what he wants to protect anymore.

"Actually, I watched all the way to episode 325, so I know how hard of a time Ichigo's having in dealing with his power loss. It really frustrates me how hard he's struggling…" explained Satsuki. During their conversation, she had balled her hands into fists as her anger grew. With a slow outtake of breath, Satsuki unclenched them, letting herself relax slightly so as to relieve some of the tension that had been building up in her body.

Faster than any speed Satsuki had seen before, she watched in awed fascination as Sunpo typed away at the keyboard.

'I think I just saw smoke flying from his fingers!'

"Haha, no, I'm not typing that fast, but I could, if you want me to, ojosama." Sunpo chuckled. The offer was true, though, not teasing in the slightest.

Satsuki noticed this with avid interest. He acted like her slave, as if she were a princess, and he the butler. It amazed her that someone with such an atmosphere, such an authoritive demeanor, was so giving with her.

She'd have to ask about that later, too.

"Alright, next?"

"Um, I also want to stop Tosen-taicho and Gin-taicho from dying. I think they both should have lived on and gone back to the Soul Society. Tosen, to go back and fight for true justice with his friends. Gin, to go back and fight to protect Rangiku, because they love each other. It made me so sad when he died and Rangiku kinda got depressed…"

"Okay, anything more?" Sunpo lazily rolled up and down the Windows screen, checking over all they had written.

"Um…there's actually quite a lot…" Satsuki trailed off, giving an apologetic smile to Sunpo.

Sunpo only chuckled.

They trailed on into the night (or morning, depending on how you think of it), and before Satsuki knew it, she was fast asleep.

"So now that we…pfft, you seriously fell asleep?" Sunpo chuckled into his hand, a twinkle in his sunglasses-hidden eyes. "Oh well, might as well do it now. You'd probably freak if you were awake." Sunpo thought out-loud, before taking off the silver ring from his right hand and sliding it onto Satsuki's.

"Heh, wait til Kukan hears about this…"

Satsuki awoke to the sounds of birds chirping, car horns honking, and people chattering. Confused, Satsuki opened one bleary eye, trying to ascertain just what was going on.

Slowly sitting up, Satsuki saw she was in something resembling a hospital. Only, instead of being in a small room all by herself, she was in a medium sized room, full of hospital beds. Satsuki swiveled her head back in forth.

'Just what…? This place…looks like a small time clinic… But, why does it seem so familiar?'

Making to stand up, the events of the previous night wormed their way to her brain, and she stilled.

'W-wait…I was visited by some super hot and mysterious bishie who decided to help me create a list of what I want to change in Bleach? And then I fall asleep? Just what did I eat to dream that up…?'

Satsuki's brown head bobbed up at the sound of shuffling coming from her right. Slowly easing herself into a standing position, she made her way towards the sound. She found herself standing before a tall man with short, spiky black hair. His back was to her, but from what she could see, he was tall, well-built, though one couldn't really tell for the white lab coat he wore hid his shape. But Satsuki knew, for she was a very observant person. Well, at least, when she wasn't in a caffeine and sugar induced high.

But what she really noticed about this man, was his height. He was huge!

'Seriously, this guy must be eight feet tall! I'm six foot even, yet he's still so tall!' Satsuki thought wildly. She'd never met anyone this taller than her. She was used to dwarfing others, not the dwarf! 'Reminds me of my high school days. Heh, I was so small until I hit that growth spurt at eighteen.'

She was about to announce her presence when she heard him speak.

"…that little runt…hurting his father like that…no one cares about me…" mumbled the mountain man.

'…huh?'

"E-excuse me, but can you tell me where I am?" Satsuki twirled a lock of her hair nervously. She felt rather awkward with how far she had to crane her neck to see him.

The man jumped at the sound of her voice, his lab coat swooshing and eyes bugging comically as he twirled around, arms flailing wildly.

"Aaaaaah- oh, it's just you. Whew, you scared me for a second there! Heh, and I just came down to check on you too!" the man grinned, laughing heartily. "Haha, you must be little frightened, am I right? Well, you're in my little clinic here! Found you passed out outside my door! Don't worry, all your belongings are under the cot you were sleeping on!" he gestured to the ruffled up bed Satsuki had just gotten up from. She could see a messenger bag underneath, and a little heap of black cloth.

'Oh, my favorite jacket…hadn't I lost that a week ago?'

"Oh yeah, what you're wearing right now? Those are my wife's clothes! Ah! Don't give me that look, I wasn't the one to change you!" at Satsuki's enraged glare, he sped up. "I had my two young daughters help, along with one of my son's friends who was over at the time! Don't worry, all female!" he cried, holding both his arms in front of his face, palms up in surrender.

"A-anyway," he started again, after Satsuki stopped giving him the evil eye, in favor of admiring the clothes she was wearing. "what was a young girl like you doing, with nothing but a bag, out that late at night?" the doctor asked. His tone was one of curiosity, no disapproval or condemnation in his voice.

Satsuki decided, though he was rather odd, that she liked this man. He was friendly, open, and from what she could see, he didn't judge someone based on appearances or first-meetings. He was merely asking out of concern and his own inquisitiveness. Yes, this man was the kind of adult Satsuki liked. Not in the romantic way, but in the 'I'm a teen child that rebels the system!' kind of way.

She liked the way he reminded her of her favorite uncle. While her parents suppressed her love of writing and drawing, in favor of becoming a lawyer (her father had her study the ways of a detective until her mother stopped him, saying it was too much for a girl), young Satsuki could always find peace at her uncle's art studio in the States.

Satsuki's uncle and father are brothers, American, while her mother is one-hundred percent Japanese. Her father met her mother on a business trip to Japan, they fell in love, and he moved to Japan permanently. Satsuki's parents were always strict, but never on her. No, their eyes were always on Natsuki, Satsuki's younger sister, and child prodigy.

But one day, Natsuki ran away from home, the pressure too much for her. The police officers who found her, and were on their way back to deliver her home, got caught in an accident. Natsuki died.

All of their parent's expectations were forced onto Satsuki, who in the shock of her beloved little sister's death, was too weak to stand up to them. So, whenever the family of three would vacation in America, Satsuki found freedom in only one place. Her uncle's workplace.

Satsuki would always visit her uncle, the only one who seemed to understand her. He always encouraged her love of drawing, and his wife, a semi-famous novelist, would help her with her writing. The two were wonderful and loving relatives, and Satsuki found herself wanting to live with them, instead of her now harsh parents.

When she was fifteen, she tricked her parents into letting her stay with them, saying it was for a better education, a way to make her an even better lawyer. It worked, and Satsuki spent the rest of her high school days with her uncle and aunt, who helped her fool her parents. They understood that, for Satsuki, her parent's house wasn't a good environment for her.

When Satsuki turned eighteen, she was a new woman. Now confident in herself, and over Natsuki's death, she was ready to face her parents.

They were furious, at first, but after some time, they came to a begrudging acceptance. Satsuki went off to a creative arts college with her best friend Megumi, and she's spent the last three years studying and majoring in writing. Her second best subject art.

'Oh yeah, I remember my parents faces when I finally came back…AH! Oh crap, I've been daydreaming again! W-what did he just say?'

"S-sorry, w-what did you just ask me? I-I…." Satsuki stuttered, face burning a bright red from her embarrassment. "I wasn't listening…sorry…."

The man only laughed, loud and long. "No worries, my son does it all the time. I have to kick him through a window before he'll react!" He reached one of his big hands and patted Satsuki's head fondly. "I asked what you were doing all alone last night. Don't worry, you don't have to answer me if you don't want to. I'm merely curious. OH! And if you've run away from home, I'll hide you here if you want! No problem! As long as my fifteen year old son, Ichigo, doesn't get the hots for you. You know teens these days! Heh, what am I saying, you are one!"

Satsuki laughed with him until his words finally caught up to her.

One, he had said his son's name was Ichigo. This man ran a clinic and had a son named Ichigo. Just like Isshin Kurosaki from Bleach.

Two, he has said she was also a teenager. Satsuki was twenty-one years old.

'H-hold on, that can't be right. I-I must be confusing things too much, j-just because of that weird dream!'

Suddenly, the door leading outside from the clinic burst open, snapping Satsuki out of her momentary panic.

"Oji-san, who's got the hots for her? You're the one who was salivating over her unconscious body when I found her outside." the boy was standing by the doorway, arms hanging limply from his sides, a school bag in his left hand, his bright orange hair shining with the sunlight streaming in from outside. Beside him was a girl, much shorter than him, with black hair and serious eyes. They both wore grey school uniforms with red lining.

They looked like Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia.

Letting out a small gasp, Satsuki raised both of her small hands to her face, eyes widening slightly.

'T-this…can't be happening…. But it is.'

"Urusai, Ichigo! How dare you talk to your father that way! Hiya!" cried the doctor, who Satsuki now knew as Kurosaki Isshin, Ichigo's father, and owner of the Kurosaki Clinic. Isshin aimed a high-kick at Ichigo's head, who ducked and delivered a kick to Isshin's legs, causing him to fall over.

"What kind of father attacks his own kid!" Ichigo yelled out, his father's eyes spinning round and round in his head.

Satsuki let out a soft giggle at their little friendly brawl. All eyes turned to her as they remembered her presence, which was momentarily forgotten in the small bout familial love.

"Oh yeah, you're here- Ow! Rukia? Why'd you hit me?" Ichigo nursed the small bump forming on his head from where Rukia had punched him.

"Gomen, Ichigo is an idiot. How are you feeling?" asked Rukia gently. Stepping over Isshin's body, she made her way over to stand by Satsuki, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I was here when Ichigo found and brought you in. My name is Kuchiki Rukia. You may call me Rukia."

Resisting the urge to say 'I know' when she said her name, Satsuki smiled and nodded her head.

"Arigato, Rukia-san! Were you the one who helped change me?"

"No, that was Inoue-san. She was here as well, along with Ishida-kun and Sado-kun. They were quite worried about you as well. Are you feeling well?" she asked again, eyes focusing intently on Satsuki.

"Hai, I'm feeling great! Arigato! Oh! I'm so sorry, I haven't even introduced myself properly! Even though you've been taking care of me!" Satsuki's eyes widened comically, her arms flailing as she tried to get her feelings across. "H-hello, I am Kobayashi Satsuki! T-thank you for taking care of me!" Satsuki bowed deeply.

"Ah, no need to bow. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo. Sorry the first thing you had to see when you woke up was my dad." Ichigo's voice rang loud and clear, the same bored and laidback tone like in the anime.

It was strange, sometime's their voices would sound like the voice actors in the English dubs, but then they would sound just like the Japanese version. Since she was fluent in both Japanese and English, she could understand them perfectly. It was odd, yet strangely fitting. Satsuki didn't think she could accept them being just one or the other, both versions were a part of them.

'Eh, now I'm getting all weird! I have to keep calm! Okay, I'm here in the Bleach universe, for some reason or another, and by unknown means. Well, I'm guessing my meeting with that bishie last night really happened, and after I fell asleep, I appeared here. I'm lucky Ichigo found me!

'Alright, my best bet right now is not to stay with the Kurosaki's. If I mess with too many things without a plan, it will only end in disaster. I should probably stay with someone else, someone who's not seen much, but knows about everything that's going on… Someone who can take the shock of everything I know and say… I'll probably have to tell that person about myself, and what happened to me… Who would be the best choice…?

The first person that popped into Satsuki's head was Urahara Kisuke.

Really, who better to tell then the man that used to be the 12th Division captain, a shinigami, created the Hogyoku, and can take information in easily, then formulate a plan.

Besides, for Satsuki's mission to succeed, she'd need power. She wouldn't be able to change anything in Bleach if she was weak. Not that she just wanted powerbecause it was power. She wasn't the type of person to misuse it, she just needed it to protect what she wanted to protect.

'I want to protect Ichigo's hard-earned powers, Gin-taichou, Tosen-taichou, and everyone else Aizen has hurt.' thought Satsuki determinedly.

A hand waved in front of her face, causing her to jump back with a squeak of surprise. Rukia and Ichigo laughed, as did Isshin (who was now fully awake and off the ground) at Satsuki's little episode.

"U-um, g-gomen. I-I was daydreaming…" came Satsuki's small voice, head hung in shame, a light blush feathering her cheeks.

"No problem. Well, it's almost time for dinner. Kobayashi, are you going to stay and eat with us?" Ichigo asked from his place by the stairs, Rukia right behind him.

"E-eh? I don't want to be a bother! After all you've done for me, I couldn't possibly-" stuttered a flustered Satsuki.

"It's no problem. Come, after dinner you can either stay the night, or leave. The choice is up to you. But how could we Kurosaki men let you back out on the cold streets without some food in your stomach?" cried Isshin dramatically, eyes streaming with tears.

Satsuki sweat dropped, but nodded her head. As she made her way up the stairs with Ichigo and Rukia, she wondered exactly where was Ukitake's shop?

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter of Mission: Fix It! Please let me know what you thought of the story in a review! I allow anonymous reviews, so feel free!

Also, if any of you have any ideas on things you want changed in Bleach, let me know in either a review or PM, and I may just put it in the story, if it works with my story line and plot!

Thank you for reading!

Sincerely, Raven T ^_^