Greed: Alright. Authors Note time. Go this idea from many different places. Mainly from watching the 110 years in the past episodes and reading Bleach when Shinji and the others come in. Just kind of pretend that Ichigo never met the Vizards within the manga, but the events of the past still happened (obviously, because that is where the hougyoku comes from). But everything else is the same. And this is after the newest chapters where Ichigo has his powers back. The Vizards were elsewhere helping out, and Kisuke was the one to help him with his hollow problem. (Like I said, make me happy and PRETEND DAMMIT!) Hee Hee=] Anyhow… on to the summary. Also, I know the Vizards aren't being hunted anymore (I mean, obviously, because Hirako, Kensei, and Love were reinstated as captains) but, don't ruin my fun! In this little AU they are still hated and hunted. Mean old Soul Society! Any other inconsistencies with the story, you can just ignore. There will be some, FYI. I just don't care enough to list more that the major change=] I'm so lazy!

Summary: Ichigo comes under suspicion once again. First, he has to save Rukia. Next, the teen has to disregard Soul Society orders and go to save Orihime. Then, it is Soul Society wishing to test his loyalties and see if he will side with Ginjou. Now The Captain Commander had caught wind of his inner hollow. The only people who really knew about the hollow were Rukia, Renji, and Byakuya. Now things were different. Ichigo must find a way to hide from Soul Society, forced to run from his former allies and friends. What causes Soul Society's sudden betrayal?

Disclaimer: I only own the plot…. Sadly, Bleach is not of my making. If it were… everyone would probably have even more problems than they already did. Heehee!

Warning: Blood and gore. OOCness. Violence. Mental breakdowns. All around disturbing. Enjoy. Just please, don't decide to eat your hearts out or anything. I'd rather not have to clean up the excess blood from the reviews you send in ^w^

Vanity: Can we get to the story now?

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Prologue…

The wind howled.

There was nothing moving but the leaves on almost naked trees.

Further along the empty streets there was nothing human eyes could see. Yet there was something beyond human vision. Black clothes rustled in the foreboding wind, trailing behind an orange headed youth. Silent footsteps land upon the earth and roofs of houses as the teen flashes deeper into the unfamiliar city. Frantic eyes swept the area as his mind searched for reasons that this could have happened. Ribbons of spirit energy crept passed his shield that was supposed to keep it hidden from the world. Shit. This was anything but good, the boy thought as dark figures appeared a short distance to his right.

This was really not good.

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Begin… Chapter 1

Ichigo noticed two things that were odd when he got up. First, his father hadn't barged into his room screaming and trying to smash his head in. Second, there were voices downstairs. Given, his father did run a clinic. However, the teen would have been woken earlier if it was indeed an emergency.

The redhead looked at his alarm clock. 8:32. On a Saturday. Also strange. Most of the time, it was quiet until almost ten on a Saturday morning. Ichigo moved to get out of bed and pulled on a black t-shirt to cover his bare torso. His pajama pants sagged low on his hips as he moved out of the bedroom. As he descended the stairs his dad's voice drifted into his ears from the kitchen. He was obviously upset about something. His voice was ragged, almost as if he was trying to keep himself from screaming. And then he was interrupted. By Urahara Kisuke. What the hell was Hat and Clogs doing here?

"Isshin, enough! I know that this is a worrying situation, but you cannot go into a panic because of it. You and I have gotten through worse and with a lot more people in tow."

"Yes, I know that. But this time it is my son that is about to be thrown to the wolves. How am I supposed to remain calm when it involves my family?" Isshin spat at the shopkeeper. Ichigo was now standing outside the kitchen door. Both men within the room were too consumed by the ongoing conversation to pay attention to the reiatsu Ichigo was unconsciously letting slip out. "Ichigo does not need to go through this right now! My son is on antidepressants and other medication to deal with the stress that Soul Society has already put him through. He cannot take this much longer without horrible consequences. And now this!" Ichigo heard a loud bang. Ishin must have hit the wall or table with his fist. And what was with the talk of Soul Society? Did his father know about it all? About Aizen and Ginjou, Rukia and Kon? Just how much did he know?

"I may not know what it is like to have a son, but you need to pull yourself together for this, Ishin. The order that the Captain Commander put into action is not something that can be pushed aside. We cannot hide this time, because it is your son that they are looking for. Ichigo cannot hide his spirit pressure, and he already has a body, so a gigai is out of the question unless we want the body to die. I could make a device, but it would take me some time to get the frequencies to match Ichigo's in order to hide him accurately. And teaching him will take too long. However, that might be our only option at this point." Urahara started to move about the room. His sandals making barely any noise as he headed toward the living room.

Ichigo stayed where he was. He needed to know what was happening. Not later when they decided to tell him, but now. He also wished to know exactly how the shopkeeper knew his father. Call it a hunch, but it just didn't seem that they had met just out of the blue.

Kisuke's gray eyes widened as he saw the orange haired male outside the doorway. "Kurosaki-kun, uh, what a pleasant surprise!" he exclaimed, hiding half of his expression behind his ever present fan. "Isshin, it would seem we had an ease dropper."

The goat faced man walked out of the kitchen behind the hatted blonde. "Ichigo, how much of that did you hear?" his father asked.

"When Urahara told you it was enough and not to panic. What's going on Mr. Hat and Clogs? Why are you even here?"

"Well, Ichigo, it seems as if you're about to be in some trouble and I came to warn you," the older man stated, using a more serious tone. "You're father here intercepted me. Otherwise, I would have come straight to you and bypassed Isshin altogether." That last part was said with some humor, at which Isshin glared.

"And you were going to have him run off to god knows were, just like the last two times!" the usually hyperactive man burst. "I know you're trying to help him, but you could at least have the decency to talk to him and me about these things!" Isshin turned to his son. "And you need to learn that you can come and talk to me."

Ichigo heard the hurt in his voice and it made him mad. "Come and talk to you? How can I come and talk to someone who is constantly bouncing off the walls and trying to smash my head in? You are constantly in my face about one thing or another. You haven't proven to me that you are even an ounce more mature than a five year old. Also, what about your secrets? You could have come and talked to me over two years ago when you first became aware that I had become a shinigami! Yet, here we are, me finding out that you have connections to Soul Society and never told said a thing! How am I supposed to come to you with my problems when you can't even say a thing about your own?" The teen's breath was coming in short pants when he finished his tirade. His father looked away in shame as his son confronted him with the obvious truth.

"Goat face? Ichi-nii? What's going on?" called a light voice from upstairs. "And why are you hear?" she asked of Urahara.

Everyone looked up to see Karin with a sleepy Yuzu behind her. Shock was on the dark headed girl's face, while the other was trying to sort out what was happening. "Karin, Yuzu, he's hear to help me explain some things to dad." Ichigo looked at his sisters for a moment before continuing. "I'm going to be staying with him for a while and helping out with his shop." It was the summer so it wouldn't be that strange that he was going away for a bit. "Dad was just upset that I wouldn't be spending as much time with everyone this year."

The girl looked down at him skeptically, but thought better of saying anything against her older brother. "Alright," Karin said slowly. "Just be careful, Ichi-nii."

"And you have to come visit!" Yuzu called down the stair, naively believing her older brother's story.

Ichigo smiled at his little sisters. "Of course I will," he lied again. There was no telling if he would be able to come back anytime soon. He still had to sort out what exactly was going on. "I'm going to leave tonight, so we'll eat lunch together. Deal?" he asked. The girls nodded enthusiastically then went back into their shared room. The redhead looked at the older men. "Can we please sit at the table and have a more civil talk?" he hissed. Both men nodded.

They shuffled into the smallish kitchen and settled around the table. "Now," Ichigo stated calmly. Explain to me exactly what is going on."

Urahara sighed and looked to Isshin as if for permission. When the goat faced doctor nodded, the blonde man opened his mouth to speak. "Well, Kurosaki-kun, it seems as if you're in trouble with Soul Society. In all actuality, you should be going into hiding right now. But seeing as that will only put Soul Society on high alert, I wouldn't recommend that. Since there are no current threats to the peace, they've place a certain command as top priority. And that priority order is you. You are aware that the Vizards originated from Aizen and that I had to use the hougyoku to help them, correct?" when Ichigo nodded he continued. "Well, they've been on the run from the shinigami ever since, though they did help out with the Winter War from the sidelines. Basically, you just need to know that they are being hunted. And, Kurosaki-kun, you are a Vizard like it or not."

Kisuke paused to let that last message sink into the youth. Ichigo blink slowly as comprehension shined behind his brown orbs. "Why?" was all he could think to say.

"Yoruichi-san was watching over Soul Society and heard that the Captain Commander had not been fully aware of your condition until only recently. He is now intent on following the law to the letter. The order he put out was, 'Ichigo Kurosaki shall be treated as a hollow because of his second nature, and executed as such. He may have helped us with the past, but he cannot be allowed to live with such a dangerous being residing in his soul.' Kurosaki-kun, this isn't easy to hear, but you must understand that they fear the unknown. The same thing happened 110 years ago. Give or take a few years."

"Old man Yama is playing with my son's life!" Isshin grunted out. "You cannot justify this!"

"I am not justifying their actions!" Urahara spat. "What they are doing is wrong. I will say that until I die. However, it is born from fear. Things born from fear have no logic, just action. I say that we need to understand that they fear what Ichigo is! And with knowing that they fear what resides within him, he will be able to better understand the situation he is in."

Ichigo sat in silence, contemplating what was happening around him. Words were sliding into his mind, but finding no grip. Why was he always thrust into things beyond his control? He merely wanted power to protect. Why did he have to keep using that power to push away those that chose to directly harm him? The orange headed male seemed to attract those with power to him. And those that came around him seemed to only know how to harm his life, his family, his friends. And now! Now he was being ripped away from his family!

"How did that old man find out about this? Only Rukia, Renji, and Byakuya knew about my hollow."

"Yoruichi didn't give specifics, but it was mostly likely during one of your fights. A shinigami could have seen you at any time and only reported as recent events transpired. But, we really cannot be sure of that. Assumptions can get you killed, so we should not go there." Kisuke looked at Isshin. "Kon will need to stay in Ichigo's body while he is gone. It'll throw Soul Society off for a while as they organize how they are going to deal with Ichigo. If he leaves tonight, I'd say that would give use at least a week's head start while they prepare."

"There are no guarantees," Isshin said softly. "With things how they are, Genryuusai may wish to get this done immediately. And considering it is Ichigo, there will most definitely not be a grace period before his death. Too much chance of interference." Ichigo knew what he meant. If they captured him, he'd be killed right away. There would be no repentance period as they had given Rukia. He would die before there was ever a chance for a rescue party to form. Isshin looked at his forlorn son. He could not believe he was speaking of his only son's capture and execution like this. Hopefully, Ichigo would get away and he would not have to put another family member to rest.

Urahara looked at the father and son. Both looked deeply depressed by the news. "Isshin, you're right that we cannot accurately judge Yamamoto's decision, but we have to hope. If we have a week, just a week, it could surely help us. It will at least be enough time to help us teach Ichigo to conceal his spirit pressure."

"I know. I know."

Silence permeated the room. Ichigo stood after a moment. It was time for his medication once again. Too much was happening for him to conveniently forget it like he usually did. If this was really happening, he needed to stay focused. This medicine would take the edge off of the depression that was slowly sinking its way into his bones.

"Awe, king. Are you feeling a bit down in the dumps?" whispered a cackling voice throughout his inner world. In his head!

'Shiro,' Ichigo thought back coolly. 'What do you want this time?' Ichigo had been having a few problems with his inner hollow as of late. He never wished to shut up. Shiro never tried to take over, but he was always there now. Ichigo was still king, but the horse was never far from the surface.

"King! I'm hurt! I don't always want something when I come out and talk. You misjudge me so." A crazed laugh spilled from the inverted Ichigo's lips, slipping past grinning teeth.

'I'm not in the mood. Didn't you hear any of that just now? We are about to be hunted. Surely you know that this is not a good thing for either one of us. If I die, so do you.' Ichigo opened his bathroom medicine cabinet and looked for the correct pills. Two over, one up. Right where he left them. He downed one without getting water. He just needed this mood to go away!

"Ichigo, Ichigo! You know those don't help!" his hollow spoke up. And, in a way, he was right. The pills only let Ichigo think everything was going to be okay when everything was really falling apart. It was a coping method. Nothing more.

'Why don't you just shut up? I'm going to try to sleep some more before lunch. Why don't you be helpful for once and actually be quiet?' Ichigo was fed up with all the talking around him. He heard a faint, watery laugh before there was nothing within his mind but himself. The tired boy sighed as he made his way from the bathroom to his bedroom. This was going to be interesting.

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Yuzu knocked on her brother's door to get him up for lunch. He promised he'd eat with them.

"Ichi-nii? Lunch is read! I made all of your favorites."

The redhead stirred as he heard his sister knock. The prospect of lunch was almost nauseating. But he got up and opened the door to Yuzu standing there. A false smile spread across his face. "I'll be down in a minute. Let me wash my face and hands." The teen watched as the light haired girl smiled brightly then turned away to go back downstairs.

Ichigo had to go down and see his family. It may be the last time for quite a while before he could see them again.

"Oh, King! Don't be sad. You'll always have me," came a whispered, mocking call from the depths of his psyche. Ichigo ignored his obnoxious, inverted self and continued to the bathroom. The mirror showed him something he didn't wish to see. Dark circles enveloped the lower part of his eyes. His skin was almost as pale as Shiro's. And, last, but not least, the teen's eyes were a lighter brown than they had been last night. It reminded him of whenever his inner demon came out to play. The oranget put that out of his head for now. Shiro was not taking over. Hell, they never even really fought anymore. It was just the uneasy sleep he had just had.

Finishing cleaning himself up, Ichigo started downstairs. His father was walking from the clinic section of the house into the kitchen as well. Both were silent and brooding.

As they entered the kitchen, Isshin smiled at his two daughters, acting as if nothing was seriously wrong. Ichigo wore a slightly more serious scowl, but otherwise looked normal. Yuzu was smiling and talking about school and other insignificant things very animatedly. Karin was watching her brother and father. The tomboyish girl had always been too perceptive.

"So," the darker headed girl started as Yuzu placed plates of food on the table, "you're going to stay at the Urahara shop for the summer?" Everyone stopped their activities at that little inquisition. Isshin shuffle the food on his plate, Yuzu's smile slipped a little, and Ichigo just scowled.

"Yeah," the teen said slowly. "Urahara needs help with the shop, so I'll be running errands and stuff like that. I'll probably only be at the store during the nights to sleep."

"Why don't you just stay here and commute to the shop every day?" the girl asked, anger held tightly in her voice.

"Seems easier to just focus on the job while I'm there," Ichigo said carefully. "Why is it even a problem?"

Karin snorted and continued eating, ignore the question from her older brother. He didn't deserve an answer if he didn't know that she knew about his 'secret' activities involving him running around with a sword. The girl was sure that this had something to do with that superfluous activity. Urahara was, after all, strange, just like his friends Rukia and Renji. They just felt different. Different like her brother.

The tension in the room gradually lessened as Yuzu started talking nonsense about anything and everything. Once again, they were a happy, and anything but normal, family. At least until later that night.

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Greed: Alright! End of the first chapter. Please no flame, though I can take constructive criticism. This is my first work I am uploading to Fanfic, though, it is not my only work. I have tons, just none that I really wish to upload. I'd have to change the names of characters, you see. Anyway… Please review=] I think that would make me so happy! And if I'm not happy… well, I just don't know what would happen to poor Ichigo! *threatening vibe*

Vanity: Greed is serious here. Review or Ichigo may not make it through the next few chapters. Believe me, she'll do it.

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