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Hello there~! This is Time Traveler's Life Chapter 2~! This is the actual start of the story. I guess you could see that last chapter as a prologue of some sorts. This chapter is about the start of Ichigo's school years. Hopefully, it won't be short and sweet. I'm going to try and drag out the Academy days for as long as I can.

For the first time, I am answering reviews here in the actual story!

Anonymous Reviewer: Daw, thank you! The only thing I can say to that is since he is in the 78th district, many people don't question why he does it, and automatically assume it is for protection. It is one of the worst districts in Rukongai, after all.

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neliel all the way: Renji says that, because for some reason, which I will most likely explain later in the story, Ichigo had taken on his Hollow's appearance. You'll learn more about this in this chapter here.

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Tango Dancer: Last time, I promise. Or hope. Oh! And thank you... Although, I didn't put much work into the first chapter... I just watched Bleach ep. 32 and added Ichigo into the picture... As for the updates, I think I'll pull a Strawberry Basket, and update when I think the chapters are of decent length. Wouldn't want short chappies, now would we? BTW, I love your Bleach fics, absolutely amazing with how you personify Ichigo as a female.

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Disclaimer: I don't know why people have to do this, I mean it's fanfiction. Pointless. But I own nothing, not even the idea. Credit goes to BadyGuz for coming up with the idea. Actual story, however, does belong to me. You steal it, I Kill You. XD

Summary: What would happen if Ichigo never used the Saigo no Getsuga Tenshō in his final fight with Aizen? What if the Hogyoku rejected Aizen before his powers lowered? What if Ichigo had been chosen, and with his heart's desire, sent back in time, 100 years ago? What if he had gained new powers during his short travel through the space-time-continuum? That's what happened, and I'm here to tell you how.

Chapter 2

Class Is Now In Session

The people surrounding him felt off. Nervous, actually. It was the first day of the Academy curriculum, after all. He hadn't seen hair nor hide of Renji, and Rukia was so short, he'd scan right over her. They were getting their schedules today, and he had wanted to get some classes with either of them. He had a feeling that he wouldn't.

When they called his 'name', Ichigo had gone up. He'd received his slip, his schedule and dorm number printed on it in a neat handwriting. He took a glance at it.

'Name: 市谷 白 (Shitani Shiro)
Reiatsu Class: 高度な(Kōdona, Advanced)
Dorm Room: 六二七 (627)
Class Timetable:

Mon. Wed. Fri.
Breakfast: 08:00
Class 6-1 Homeroom: 08:30
Class 6-1 History: 09:00
Kidō-T: 10:00
Kidō-P: 11:45
Lunch: 13:30
Zanjutsu-T: 14:00
Zanjutsu-P: 15:45
Dinner: 18:30

Tues. Thurs. Sat.
Breakfast: 08:00
Class 6-1 Homeroom: 08:30
Class 6-1 History: 09:00
Hakuda-T: 10:00
Hakuda-P: 11:45
Lunch: 13:30
Hohō-T: 14:00
Hohō-P: 15:45
Dinner: 18:30

Classes are scheduled Mondays thru Saturdays, Sundays are free.'*

He supposed that it was to be a good thing that he only had four classes a day. He sighed, and tried to find his way around. Keyword being tried. There were just too many people in the way. 'Shiro' growled. He thought twice about shunpo'ing to his room, knowing others wouldn't be able to see him with his speed, but what might happen stopped any thought about it.

So he pushed his way through the crowd, glaring every time someone looked at him in either a curious, angry, or lustful way. Some students fell when he passed by, and he barely gave them a passing look. None of them were his friends, yet.


He made his way through the halls, glancing at every door number so he knew where everything was. He climbed a set of stairs, the nearest door number was a three-digit number starting with a '6', the rest of the doors starting the same way. He steadily walked down the walkway, glancing at the door numbers as they reached the '620's.

'623… 625… Here, 627.' he thought, opening the door to his new dorm room. Half the room was a mess, clothes thrown aimlessly on the ground, a blue shitagi* hanging out of the dresser in the corner, the bed unmade. The other half looked completely different.

It was as clean as a hospital room, and looked like one too. The bed had a white bedspread on it, and the sheets were white as well. There was a maple wood dresser and desk against the wall, being the only thing on this side of the room that looked used. No one was in the room yet, and 'Shiro' had no clue what to do. He glanced around the room again.

Right next to the door was a small couch, barely big enough for him to curl up on. Beside it, up against the wall, was a bookshelf. It was empty of books, most likely where his roommates kept their text books. He sighed, and set his sword down (having been carrying it with him the entire time!) as he took a seat on the navy blue couch.


He heard voices outside the door. He must've dozed off for a few minutes after he had sat down. His ears perked at the sound of someone yelling, angry enough that he could hear the words perfectly through the door.

"Whaddya mean we got 'nother roomie? Ain't us two 'nough?" the decidedly male voice screamed. He heard a sigh from the man's company.

"Quiet Kyōki. The Headmaster told us that he seemed to be some sort of Prodigy. For him to be rooming with us, two 6th-years, he must be at least somewhat adequate in the Spiritual Arts already." He heard 'Kyōki' grunt, and assumed that he was thinking it over.

"Yeah, yer right, Shizuka. 'E's gotta be really smart ta be wit' us!" 'Shiro' snickered, and imagined 'Shizuka' rolling his eyes.

"... Quite..." The door rattled then, and swung into the room. 'Shiro' looked up to see the two men he'd be rooming with for the next year.

In front of him stood two males, both of different heights and body structures. The first one was the larger of the two, standing at, at least, 6'8''. He was large, with buffed up muscles and next to none of his body weigh seemed to be fat. He was wearing the Academy's uniform, and had a, rather large but not as large as his original, Zanpakutō hanging on his back. He had dark brown hair that seemed to stand at attention on his head, and eerie black eyes that seemed to lack any form of survival instinct. Burnt tan skin stretched all over his body, revealing light pink scars from who knows what.

The other male, however, seemed to be his exact opposite. He wasn't as tall as his companion, standing straight at a somewhat normal 6'1''. He was lithe in build, with more sinewy muscles that showed he was more speed than strength. He, too, had a Zanpakutō resting on his back, but his was more average sized. His dirty blond hair swayed at his shoulders, barely brushing them, and deep blue eyes blinked in shock at him. Peach colored skin layered among his muscles, pulling tight in just the right places (not that he was looking...) and seemed to go on forever.*

He stood up, revealing his own 6'0'' frame to the others in the room. A pale hand came up to rub at the back of his head, giving him that nervous 'newbie' look. His voice was strong when he spoke, though. "Hello." he muttered, looking the two men in the eye. "I'm Shitani Shiro, and it's a pleasure to be rooming with you." He bowed his head to the two, knowing that he'd rather stay on their good side instead of acting like an arrogant buck in the lions' den. (Shiro laughed in his mind at how he was acting.) Kyōki grunted as he gave a grin to him, and patted him harshly on the shoulder.

"I like ya a'ready, Gaki. Yer a'ight." 'Shiro' winced silently as the large hand continued to abuse his already sore muscles. Shizuka watched him with observant eyes from the cleaner side of the room. He nodded to himself about something before turning to the other 6th-year.

"Kyōki, you must at least pick up your side of the room. Shitani-san needs somewhere to place his bed when it arrives tomorrow." he murmured, instantly telling 'Shiro' that he was a very soft spoken person. He watched with silent observation as Kyōki put a finger to his mouth as if to ponder over something.

"Yeah, yer pro'lly right, Shizuka. Remind meh afta we git ta class. Gotta show ta rookie 'round, right?" Shizuka sighed and shook his head, his brackish blond hair whipping across his face with every movement.

"...You're never going to do it..." he muttered and sighed dejectedly. He returned his piercing blue gaze to 'Shiro' as he spoke in a slightly louder voice. "Anyway, I am Kōsetsu Shizuka, and the big lug over there is Shōkanjō Kyōki." he said, pointing over at the large man. 'Shiro' nodded and smiled weakly at the two.

"Hajimemashite.*" Shizuka blinked at him and returned the sediment. Silence reigned over the room, only lasting a few seconds before a bell rang somewhere in the room. All three occupants blinked, the two older men moving towards the door again.

"That was the class bell, Shitani-san." Shizuka called, walking out of the door with Kyōki in tow. "Come along, we'll show you to your classes for the day. We've already missed the morning meal." 'Shiro' nodded, and trailed behind the two older men.


Together with Shizuka, 'Shiro' had found his way to his 'homeroom' class. Kyōki had gone off to Class 6-2, having been in the 'regular' class. He sighed and took a seat in the back, the inclined seats giving him a perfect view of the front of the class.

Students started to file in, some were talking to each other, some were rough housing with friends, and others were silent. But all of them had their eyes on him. He frowned at the attention, and the whispering started. Things like "Who's that?" or "What's he doing here?" were some of the tings they said.

Shizuka sat down next to him, and some of the 6th-years gasped. His blond haired roommate glared at all the others. They all sat down, turned their gazes away, and resumed talking about the 'new kid'. Finally, the teacher walked in and everyone was silent.

"Ohayōgozaimasu~!" the teacher trilled. Her voice was like a siren, drawing you in to your death. Her appearance matched her voice, as long dark black hair fell past her waist. Her frayed bangs hung in her dark blue eyes, and her skin was so pale it seemed to glow. She was thin, but not like a stick. Her muscles were defined, but were more of a gymnast build. Her eyes glittered like precious gems, and her bust had to have been as big, if not bigger, than the future lieutenant of the tenth squad.

"Ohayōgozaimasu!" the students replied, the men in a more flirtatious way. 'Shiro' mumbled a weak "Good morning" before casting his eyes away. He was paying attention, however, when the teacher started to speak again.

"I am your sensei, Seikawa Kajin. You see me everyday before any of your other classes for the rest of the year or until you graduate. Since this is your first day as sixth-years, I'll let you get to meet you new classmates. I know you must know everyone here already, but you have a new student for the year. His entrance exam went so well, he's been bumped up to your level." After hearing this, 'Shiro' shrank back in his seat, trying to disappear. 'Great,' he thought, 'Just what I needed: a teacher who thinks it's cool to throw me to the sharks.' "Guys and girls, please welcome Shitani Shiro-san." Everyone in the class turned in their seats to glance back at him.

Some girls started whispering again, the classic 'OMG! He is so HOT! I wonder if he has a girlfriend already...' routine. 'Shiro' groaned. He could hear his Hollow laughing his ass off in his soul, and growled in his head.

'Shut. Up.' This seemed to have the opposite effect, and instead of quieting down, the Hollow howled with more laughter.

"Ahahahaha! Aw jeez King! Heh heh, I didn't think I'd be such a stunner!* Pfft... Do me a favor, eh?" Shiro snickered. 'Shiro' rolled his eyes, but listened tot he Hollow anyway. Glad to have his Host's attention, Shiro smirked as he spoke. "When someone asks ya out, be a heart-breaker. And, and don't do it in a nice way that you let the girl down gently... No no, do it hard and fast, like sex!" Imagining the look on his King's face, Shiro burst out into a new round of maniacal laughter.

'Shiro' was NOT amused. In fact, if not for his self-control, his mouth would be hanging open in disbelief, and a fiery red blush would've consumed his cheeks and ears. He growled lowly, surprising Shizuka, who sat next to him.

"Is everything alright, Shitani-san?" 'Shiro' grimaced, before turning to look at the blond from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, splendid. I'm going to try to ignore the fact that half the class would like to bed me, while the other half wants to maim me." The person in front/slightly below him coughed, and turned around. 'Shiro' noticed that the kid seemed to have to really crane his neck to see him, and from that, he guessed the boy was short.

The kid had straight black hair that reached the nape of his neck. His skin was pale, unlike the teacher's, and almost sickly. His eyes were the most unusual. They seemed to have every color blended together, creating a rainbow effect you could get lost in. At first glance, they looked brown, perhaps even black or a dark blue. It was only when you really looked or, like with 'Shiro', were very observant that you noticed how peculiar they were.

"I-I'm sorry." the kid stuttered. "B-but I c-couldn't help but o-overhear your c-conversation Shitani-san. I-it seems t-to me t-that you've f-forgotten the p-portion of p-people who d-don't seem t-to care." 'Shiro' chuckled, and looked the boy in the eye.

"I guess you're right..." he trailed off, trying to get the boy's name.

"O-oh! I'm Shizukawa Musei, Sensei's younger brother." Musei replied, not seeing the shocked looks on the two others' faces. "Kajin looks a lot like our mother did. I look like our Ojii-san. Though, our eyes are the same unusual arrangement of colors."

'Shiro' nodded, before looking back down at the rest of the class. "Kinda makes me wonder if they are going to talk to me, or stare at me like they want to–" he said loudly, and Shizuka covered his mouth at the right time. He had expected it, and smirked behind his 'friend's hand. He looked around the room to see everyone's reaction. The guys were glowering at him, and the girls blushing. Sure enough, there was that group of people who didn't look at him period. 'I should probably meet them, they wouldn't bother me like the rest of these people, and I'd rather have friends like that.' he thought.

So he stood, making Shizuka remove his hand and Musei to glance up at him. Giving a curt, "Ja ne," to them, he stalked over to the uncaring group. It reminded him of his friends back in Karakura-cho. There was the clown, the womanizer, the snob, the silent back-up, the princess/prep and the tomboy. He smiled. Yeah, these will do.


"What do you want?" sniffed Snob. Silent Back-up grunted his confusion, almost like a question. Tomboy looked up from her text book, and gave him 'The Look'.

"Probably wants to make friends that don't want to kill him or rape him." she muttered and half the group blushed. 'Shiro' smirked, and let loose a small chuckle.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Tomboy smiled, and Prep did too.

"Great. We'd love to add 'Snowflake' to the group." she simpered. "Princess over here is Kurosaki Kisaki, hence why we call her 'Princess'–" Shiro snickered at his King's emotions. The surname 'Kurosaki' was all to familiar with him.

"Hajimemashite~!" Princess called. Tomboy rolled her eyes and smiled a little wider.

"Yeah... Anyway, the weirdo over there," she pointed to Clown, "is Aoikuni Jaku. The bitch–"

"–Hey! I'm a guy, Shisen–!"

"–that first addressed you was Nuriume Megane. The tall guy there is Seiryū Kyokan. The last guy there is Hiryūiki Tsuyo." Womanizer waved his hand before turning to look him up and down, much like Tomboy did.

"He'll work as a wing man." 'Shiro' scoffed and shook his head. Tomboy smirk and finally introduced her self.

"And I'm Shihōin Shisen, the next head of the Shihōin Family." She didn't seem to be exited about it at all.

Sitting down, 'Shiro' smiled to all his new 'friends'. Then, he took in their appearances.

Aside from wearing the Academy uniform, they were all different. Shisen seemed to be a fighter, with a boyish frame and black hair reaching down past her shoulders, even tied up. Her brown eyes glowed with determination, and her smile was contagious.

Tsuyo had an uncaring aura around him, even as he jotted down notes (most likely about 'Shiro') and seemed to lure in girls with his shoulder length black hair, and boyish features.

Megane was different from the rest, being stick thin and snobbish. His jet black hair, unlike Tsuyo's, rested neatly against the nape of his neck, and his wiry build proved he was more of a bookworm than a fighter.

Kisaki looked like an older version of Karin, with long black hair and sparkling brown eyes. Her personality, though, reminded him of his father.

Jaku had shoulder length brown hair, and matching brown eyes. He jumped around the group, trying to get laughs or smiles.

Kyokan was big, in both body type and height. Just sitting he came up to 'Shiro's shoulder. His wavy brown hair hung in brown eyes, going well with his mocha colored skin.

In order, they basically looked a lot like Tatsuki, Mizuiro, Uryu, Karin, Keigo, and Chad. There were subtle differences, like how Shisen was slightly taller than her counterpart, and Jaku was calmer than his. And like how Kisaki seemed more of a mix between his whole family, with Karin's looks, Yuzu's optimism, and his father's silly persona. It really made him question who her parents were. Megane was more stuck up than Ishida, and Tsuyo talked less than Mizuiro. Kyokan just seemed to sit there, not that different from Chad, but somehow, a lot gentler. But other than that, they seemed the same.

"So what were you guys talking about before I came over?" he asked, innocently at first, but when Kisaki and Shisen's faces flushed, it turned out not so much. Megane scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"You'd like to know." he muttered under his breath. If not for his superior hearing, 'Shiro' might've missed it.

He glanced toward Megane. "Yeah," he started, giving him a sideways glance, "I would." He watched as the dark haired boy pushed up his glasses, making the glare hide his eyes. Kisaki smiled, pink still tinting her cheeks and nose.

"We were, um, –she cleared her throat– talking about who's… thing was b-bigger…" she stumbled, the pink flaring into a vicious red. "A-and…"

"That's enough, Princess. I think he gets it." Shisen turned to him, the pink dusting her cheeks, giving her a flushed 'after run' look. "We're pretty sure Kyo won." 'Shiro' nodded, glancing around the group again. He smiled softly, before his face dropped at the reiatsu filling into the room.

"I guess the History teacher's coming…" he heard Jaku sigh.

"Who's the teacher?" he asked, full on curious as to the reactions around the group.

Megane looked at him in annoyance, and sighed. "His name is Ichimaru Gin, and he's the lieutenant of the fifth division. I don't know why he's teaching our History class, but Captain Aizen assigned him here, so we'll have to deal with it." 'Shiro's eyes widened, a flash of Gin laying on a slab of risen cement, his left arm missing, and a large slash mark going from his left shoulder, probably the reason his arm wasn't connected, to his right hip, bleeding out with Rangiku-san crying over his slowly dying body. He remembered the pleading look in his eyes as they made eye-contact before the final battle.

But most of all, he remember the lost and lonely feel of his blade as they fought, and how he tried to help get him away before his short life ended.

Yeah, Ichimaru Gin was not a problem at the moment.


Not including Author's Notes, this chapter had 3187 words! Wow, longer than the last one…

*Did anyone notice how I did this kind of schedule in Strawberry Basket as well? Oh well, that's just me, lol.

*This is the colored 'under shirt' of an Academy Uniform. For the girls, it is red.

*Okay... *coughcough* um about this... Uh I used to know a guy who was a 'heart-breaker' and uh... yeah... I based Shizuka off him, since they're both pretty calm about things... Don't blink at the screen like you don't understand! I was a teenage girl back then!

*Okay, so 'Hajimemashite' means "Nice to meet you." You say this the first time you meet someone.

*Okay. So Shirosaki says this because Ichigo looks exactly like him, minus the black Hollow eyes. Reviewer 'neliel all the way' actually asked about this last chapter, and why Renji thought it was funny for Ichigo to have the name 'Shiro'. Does that clear it up? I hope so.

Okay, so you don't get confused in the next chapter, Ichigo will be referred to as Shiro, as it's starting to be a pain typing 'Shiro' each time, and Hollow Shiro (heh heh) will be referred to as Shirosaki/Hollow/Hollow Zangetsu (because of his 'I AM Zangetsu' thing...)

Okay, I need to stop starting paragraphs with 'Okay'... Heh heh.

All OC's in this so far are mine.

Until next time~!

-KB-chan is signing off-