I do not own Bleach or any of the characters in this story apart from Inoue Hanae and Kyoko. :

Uhm. This story is really about the future, its just some crack fan fiction that doesn't follow traditional bleach theories but nevermind. Enjoy the read.

Pairings: UraxKyoko, GrimmxHanae


One Hundred Years Later..

The Kurosaki Clinic stood in shadow that evening as the crescent moon shone behind it, casting the building into a fronted darkness. The streets of the large Japanese town were quiet at this hour, where everyone slept, ignorant of the truth around them.

Eventhough the town had been the main attraction and fighting ground for a powerful war that had raged 100 years previous, the walls and buildings still stood tall and proud. Some rebuilt from what could only be explained as 'an earthquake' on the 6 o'clock news. Nevertheless, the Kurosaki Clinic remained in healthy business, now run by Karin's grandchildren.

The 13th Captain raised his head wearily as he stood above his old town. He chose to plant himself down on the flat roof of his ancient home and heaving a sigh, he looked across at the blinking lights of the city.

After a few moments, his companion arrived, light footsteps could be heard behind him as the fellow Shinigami joined him on the roof.

"Oi, Ichigo." Called Rukia as she approached the orange haired man.

Ichigo barely turned his head as the short woman came beside him, he could see through the corner of his eye her dark flicked bob. He inwardly smirked at how after all this time, she never changed her hairdo once.

"Yo, Rukia. It's a quiet night eh?" Rukia nodded briefly in response an awe-filled smiled etching on her mouth as she looked over the beautiful scenery. "It's good that we should have peace at last."

"Ahhh, Indeed Kurosaki-kun.. But for how long?"

Ichigo turned to the sound of the familiar, drawling voice. The silver-haired man had propped himself against the roof exit wall, hands stuffed into his pockets where he looked up at Ichigo and gave him a grin.

"Urahara-san!" Exclaimed Rukia in suprise. "We thought you had left for Soul Society a long time ago."

Urahara gave a dismissive chuckle and got up, making his way towards the taller man. He looked up, now feeling rather old as he only remember Ichigo as a scrawny teenage boy. He planted a hand to pat Ichigo's broad shoulder and smiled.

"My my, you grew up didn't you?"

Ichigo frowned slightly at this comment, his usual moody rebellion had never left him. Urahara chuckled again and took a look at the view.

"Urahara-san?" Rukia spoke up after a moment.

"Mm?"

"What do you mean.. for how long?" Rukia glanced nervously at Ichigo, knowing that whatever Urahara had to say, it probably would not be good.

Urahara smiled to himself for a moment, unaffected by the anguish around him.

"The War that has raged for years, is about to rage again." He said simply.

Ichigo and Rukia exchanged dark glances. The foreboding of Urahara's words made the hair on Rukia's neck stand on end. Ichigo gripped his white Captain's robe in an attempt to channel some frustration. After all the fighting and watching his friends die around him, it was all about to start again.

Urhara turned to them both with a smile, the kind of smile that irritated Ichigo. He scowled and Urahara brushed past them both as he headed back to the exit.

"Better be careful, Kurosaki-kun. This war is more powerful than you could ever imagine. "

With those last chilling words, Urahara disappeared from the roof, leaving Rukia and Ichigo to ponder the dangers ahead. The Dark-haired woman looked up at her companion.

"Ichigo.."

He gave no reply except a simple nod, his gaze set back upon the crescent-shape of the moon as it glowed over his precious home.