Dislcaimer: I do not own Bleach.

This is an inspiration from an RP session between myself and Velgma.

BAUAHAHAH….

And the crack commences

Joke:

Q: hey, what's a kurosaki without a good dose of angst? Me
A: a really dead one? Velgma

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It was a drab funeral; silent and private save for the quiet sobbing of a nine-year-old orange haired boy. The tall father stood there smoking a single cigarette, the smoke trailing up into the sky. The two daughters were crying as well, each making their own resolves as they stood before their mother's grave. The eldest son, dark haired and quiet was crying as well.

The death of Masaki Kurosaki was a blow to the entire household. Nothing would ever be the same. It was from that day on that the eldest son went to a certain shopkeeper for training. He was rejected several times over the course of the year. But his time was not spent in vain. He did learn something and in the end endeared himself to the shopkeeper. Like a fungus, Urahara would say smiling.

One year later, it was the anniversary of Masaki's death. Ten-year-old Ichigo was resolute, eyes determined, face firm. He had made his resolution, and he promised himself and to her grave that he will keep this resolution until his death.

Aizen stared at the gravestone of his mother. It was strange. Today, on the anniversary of his mother's death, Urahara had agreed to train him. If only he found the shopkeeper earlier. If only he was more persistent then his mother wouldn't be dead. Her spirit did not linger and he could not see her ghost. She might've turned into a hollow for all he knew. Or she might've been devoured.

He gritted his teeth silently. He should've been there. Then maybe she wouldn't have died. Of all of them, Ichigo loved Masaki the most. Ichigo brightened up whenever she was around, clung to her and loved her unconditionally. It was as if he never separated from the umbilical cord. When mother died, Ichigo would stand on the riverbank where she died for days on end looking for her. You see, Ichigo can see dead people too. Of everything that Urahara taught him, those with strong reiatsu can see ghosts.

Why did the hollow go after Ichigo? Was it because Ichigo's reiatsu was more blatant while his was reclusive like himself? But it wasn't Ichigo's fault, Aizen thought to himself scolding himself fiercely at the notion that Ichigo was at fault. It was the stupid hollow's fault.

Aizen rarely gets mad and when he does, the world shudders. It wasn't power but just that he ruthlessly plots his opponents demise and never gets caught. The hollow just made itself target number one. When Aizen gets his hand on that hollow, it will rue the day it was created.

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Present Day

'Aizen-senpai…Aizen-senpai..'

'Why?...Why?'

'Execute'

With a gasp, Aizen Kurosaki woke up, sweating and trembling all over. The eighteen year old fumbled for his glasses before turning the light on. He took deep breaths. That was plain creepy. For days now he's been having weird and vivid dreams, strange, horrific, B-movie flick dreams that did not have gore but suspense.

Aizen groaned and promised himself not to eat any pizza before sleeping. It does nightmares on his digestion and brain.

He stood, pushing the covers away from his bed. With the long practice of habit, he washed his face, cleaned his teeth and took a shower. Up at the crack of dawn, he dressed and ambled down the stairs to the kitchen. Yuzu was already there making breakfast.

He helped her set up, putting the plates and eating utensils on the table. She gave him his morning tea and the two waited for everyone else to wake up. Karin was next, yawning sleepily as she meandered down the stairs. She sat down and proceeded to fall asleep again.

Aizen stood and proceeded to grease the floor in front of the stairs. He then sat down and waited for the fun to arrive. With a giant bang, Isshin ran down the stairs and yelled. "Good morning!"

With one foot on the last step and one foot on the greased part of the floor he slipped comically. With crazy pinwheeling arms Isshin tried to regain his balance only to fall face first onto the ground. Aizen heard snickering, it appears Karin wasn't as tired as she seemed. He indulged himself with a chuckle. Take that old man thought Aizen as he grabbed his school bag. That will be the last time he chased away any potential girlfriend of his. Then again, Aizen should've known not to introduce any girl to Isshin. Isshin is a disaster all by himself.

Where was Ichigo? He was fast asleep in his room, safe from the commotion for once but not for long.

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Later

"I'm home." Ichigo announced walking in.

"You're late!" That shout was accompanied by a kick in the head courtesy of Isshin.

The other inhabitants of the house sighed as son and father dukes it out.

"Oh- Stop it both of you the food is getting cold," stated Yuzu concerned, ladle in hand.

"Leave 'em alone Yuzu." Karin muttered. "Another bowl."

The third occupant munched on his food ignoring the fight all together.

"Hey, Ai-ni." Yuzu effortlessly butchered her older brother's name. "Why don't you ever get in a fight with tou-san?"

Aizen looked at yuzu, chopsticks in his mouth. "I sneak in and use Ichi here as a shield." He smirked. "Besides I'm surprised the tou-san can still kick Ichi around. He's like..what 40?"

The three couldn't even image being forty and still kicking like their father. The conversation drifted to the ability to see ghosts. Aizen was thankfully he took the reiatsu surpressing pills so no way ward ghosts or pluses could latch onto him like they do to Ichigo. Aizen pondered how to slip the same pills in Ichigo's drink so Ichigo could get some peace and rest. It must suck having reiatsu like a freaking beacon.

Aizen looked up again when he heard the Ichigo shout that he was leaving. Really, sometimes, he couldn't believe his father would start immature fights. Besides it wasn't as if Aizen didn't get into fights. It just so happens he knows how to get out of the way.

At least he won't have to watch his back anymore. His school was doing a foreign exchange student program and he was picked as one of the few students to go. His bags were already packed, all he needed to go was get up and get away from this mad house. But something was keeping him here.

Aizen heard his little brother yelling something, and glanced up stairs, he almost thought he might have sense something up there and dismissed it as Ichigo's raging reiatsu. Seriously, even on suppressants he could pinpoint Ichigo's location. His father, who went up stairs, loud thumping sounds and then come back sobbing again. Through his hiccups Aizen could hear him moaning about his inability to see ghosts.

Aizen sighed. Again, sometimes he wondered why he was born into this family. Did he do something bad in his first life? He adjusted his glasses and grabbed his traveling bag. That was his cue to leave. By the time Ichigo got down the stairs with his esteemed guest, all Rukia saw the backside of a person.

"By Ai-ni!" Yuzu waved at Aizen's retreating back before focusing on Rukia, or the blurry thing that was Rukia. Karin made a half-hearted good bye before attending to the still sobbing Isshin.

"Who was that?" For a brief second, Rukia thought she recognized the person even though she only saw the back.

"Older brother." Answered Ichigo automatically, he then narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "Now spill, who the hell are you really and none of this shinigami bullshit."

Aizen got onto his motorbike. "Take care of them Ichigo." He muttered under his breath. He drove off.

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August-After summer vacation-(Edited)

"I'm home." Aizen opened the door and stepped into the house. It was mid morning. He had just returned from his months long trip and was now back in his hometown. It was time to see if the house was still standing.

He immediately caught sight of Ichigo who was watching TV.

"Ichigo wh-" He paused. There was something different about Ichigo. He walked over to the sofa, jumping over it, landing on the balls of his feet on the sofa cushions.

"What?" Ichigo asked, looking at him irritated as he always is. But the facial expression was different. Also, the impressive aura that Ichigo always had was absent. Clearly this wasn't Ichigo.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong so he didn't confront the person who wasn't Ichigo.

"Nothing." Aizen muttered. He waltz over the sofa again. "Tell dad that I'm back." He left.

Kon briefed in a huge sigh of relief. Playing as Ichigo was so much hard work. He was a mod soul and took over Ichigo's body when Ichigo's spirit self has to be elsewhere. He might was well enjoy this as long as it lasted before Ichigo came back.

"Rukai nee-chan." Kon closed his fists resolutely. "Ichigo will bring you back."

His mind went to dream land as he imagined the reunion he'd have with Rukia while still in Ichigo's body.

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Aizen walked to Urahara's shop. It was time to see his mentor again after the long pause in training. When he entered it, it was strangely quiet and silent. He wandered around before he found the entrance to the secret training area.

"Tch." Aizen climbed down the ladder. This place was where he trained with Urahara and Yourichi-sama. The cat-woman was evil. Apparently, she revealed her true image in the nude because she likes shocking people. He had no clue why she continued doing it to him. Aizen swore that she gets her jollies off doing that.

He only meet her a week before his departure but still she managed to embarrass him completely in that short week time. There were some things an eighteen year old was not meant to see.

When he got to the bottom he walked around the rather ruined landscape to find Urahara standing before a big picture frame.

"Urahara-sensei what's that?" He pointed at the gate.

"It's a gate." Urahara said, hand on hat.

"I know that." Aizen said annoyed. "But where?"

"Soul Society."

He raised an eyebrow at that. "Uh huh." He walked up to Urahara. "I know you did something to Ichigo. There is a mod soul in his body. If a mod soul is in his body then that means his soul isn't in his body. Ergo, you must've done something."

Urahara raised his hands. "Ah, I didn't do much." Again a hand went to his hat, deepening the shadows covering his face. "You're so different…"

"Of course I am! I was just in another country for a few months." Aizen scowled at Urahara. "But it isn't about me. Where is Ichigo?"

Urahara smiled. He did not mean that but the other thing. "He went to Soul Society to save a dear friend of his."

Aizen was dumbstruck. "What? Why?" He paused. "How?"

Urahara grined. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he is going to Soul Society for Rukia and will most likely get into a lot of trouble."

Aizen's eye twitch. "Trouble that you steered him into right?"

"No." Urahara made a gesture. "I would never do that."

Aizen scoffed. "Who is this Rukia?"

"A girl."

"What the hell do you mean my brother went to Soul Society for a girl!?" Shouted a very annoyed older brother at Urahara who was grinning like a loon.

Great, his brother will likely get himself killed, and that means he going to have to go Soul Society and help him. Just bloody GREAT. Aizen knew his younger brother was stubborn and had a strong protective personality. He should've stayed here in his hometown and made sure nothing happened. But Aizen remembered and knew that Ichigo could take care of himself.

He rummaged through his bag to bring out a small clear bottle. Inside the bottle was a small green ball. Aizen opened the bottle up and swallowed the ball. He popped out of his body. His body steped back before stretching it's limbs. The mod soul made a thumbs up sign.

"Be careful Aizen."

Aizen walked towards the gate. "Aren't I always?"

"Oh and do keep away from the fifth captain. " Urahara advised.

Aizen raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Urahara's smile widened. "Trust me."

Aizen scoffed once more as Urahara opened the gate. Aizen decided that he will ignore that advice if he runs into the 5th, since whoever that is would likely be in his way of keep his brother in one piece. Soul Society was not a playground and ryoka are not appreciated.

Urahara watched as Aizen disappeared. "Let us see how you changed Aizen Sosuke.." Murmered Urahara, eyes shadowed.

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Like? And No, Aizen is not an OC. Just wait and see.