Several hours have passed in complete silence for the boy with bright orange hair. He was, for the most part, confused. The kid didn't want anything more than a normal life with his family.
He was broken from his thoughts however when the door to the room he was in burst open. The person he seen was the last person he'd expect to see. In front of him stood his father, Isshin Kurosaki.
"D-dad? What are you doing here? How do you know about this place?" Ichigo's head was tilted to the side. He was confused now more than ever.
"Son, it's a very complicated and long story. Not every bit of it is mine to tell," he informed. That's when the shop owner and his assistant walked in.
"Your dads right Ichigo, some of the story is mine to tell plus my assistant's," Kisuke said from behind his fan. "However our story is for another time."
"Can you be any less vague mister?" he was now scowling at the man in green.
"Ichigo, now isn't the time," his father raised his tone slightly. "I need to come clean and tell you everything, then you need to start training."
The boy nodded his head sitting and ready to listen intently. As Isshin went through his story about being a shinigami, or soul reaper. How he was a captain of the 13 court guard squad. Hunting and purifying hollows. Meeting Masaki and saving her life all the way up to everything that's going on now. He even explained what his mother really was.
"So in other words were kind of a messed up family?" Isshin raised an eyebrow at this. He finally broke out into laughter.
"I guess you can say that, considering," the father said after calming down a bit. "By the way Kisuke is going to turn your body into what is known as a gigai. It will grow as much the same as if you were actually living."
"Oh my, someone knew what I was going to do before I said anything," the shop owner said, almost in a whiny tone.
"Come on Kisuke, you should know I have you figured out by now," the former captain said then turned his attention back to his son. "I, along with Kisuke and Tessai are going to be training you. In the long run it will benefit you."
"What am I training for exactly?" the boys interest were peaked. He'd always trained in karate but this was new.
"You're going to train to be a soul reaper. Zanjutsu, Kido, Hakuda, and Hoho," the father was cut off however.
"Isshin, first he has to gain the power," the green clad man informed.
"I already know this, and I know he'll succeed," the man said with the utmost confidence.
(Time Skip Six Years)
A now fifteen year old Ichigo, in a gigai due to the incident, was walking to School. None of his friends knew about his secret. Thanks to the bright mind of Kisuke, a.k.a. Hat'n'Clogs as he's nicknamed.
With a gigai similar to his dad's, which hides his spiritual pressure. He has managed to stay off the Soul Societies radar.
Finally arriving at School, he bumps into Orihime Inoue. A bubbly strawberry red head, wearing the School issued uniform.
"What the hell is wrong with you Ichigo," a more demanding than questioning tone from his long time friend Tatsuki.
"Damn are you always this loud in the morning," he said dryly then turned his attention to the downed girl, "here let me help."
Reaching his hand out to help the girl up. He was surprised by her action, "No it's alright...I'm fine," she grabs her books and walks off. Her face was bright red from embarrassment.
'What the hell was that about?' he quietly asked in his mind.
He was soon broken from his thoughts when the bell rang, signaling the start of the day. As much of a drag as it was Ichigo put up with it.
To most, the teen, with bright orange hair, was a silent thug. Those who knew him though knew better, they figured something happened that changed him a little. Tatsuki certainly thought better, he use to be all smiles, but she didn't know what happened to him. He never talked about it.
Later that day on his way home, he was passing a memorial of sorts. He noticed the vase knocked over, so he stopped the morons.
The ring leader if the group was a self proclaimed badass. He didn't know who he was dealing with, "What did you say punk?"
"I called you a careless dumbass, why you got a problem with it?" the hybrid looked at them, a scowl clear on his face.
"Why you little," he rushed at Ichigo. Though he found himself stopped short with a foot to his face. Falling to the ground, he was kicked once more in the mid section.
Turning his attention to the other two, "Do you know what that is?" pointing to the vase with flowers in it knocked down. Looking at one of the thugs and pointing at him to answer.
"I'm guessing a memorial for that little girl that died here," the fear of getting beaten like his leader evident in his tone.
"Correct!" he half yelled. Then jumping through the air, Ichigo did a flying kick to the thugs face. Turning to the remaining person, "And how was it knocked over?"
"I-I guess...we accidentally knocked it over while skating," the last thug whimpered out, while covering his face.
"You're right, now here's what you three are going to do," he pointed to the spot of the memorial, "you are going to apologize and never show your faces in this part of town again."
Doing as advised, they bowed respectfully. The words 'We're sorry' was repeated several times, then finally getting up, they grabbed their boards and hauled off on foot.
Turning his attention back to the memorial, the spirit of the girl appeared. Looking up at the man who protected something sacred, she spoke up, "Thank you."
"No problem, I'll drop by tomorrow with some new flowers," the eldest Kurosaki child said while picking up the vase. He could see she was speechless, most likely due to how nice he was being. So he continued talking, "You should be able to rest peacefully now."
With that he was gone, and she didn't know where.
