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Ichigo looked at the two men in front of him. They were definitely familiar to him, even knew his name, but he couldn't remember who they were.

Not that he could remember much anyway.

For the last four years he had been wandering around, lost and confused as to who he was. All he could remember was a vague memory of a beautiful woman with long wavy brown hair, calling out to him. It was the only reason he that knew his name was Ichigo.

All that didn't matter at this point. What did matter was the small bundle he was hiding beneath his cloak. This bundle was his whole life, who or what he was before had no bearing on the present situation. He however could not help but marvel at the workings of fate. Ichigo just so happened to be passing by this town as he was running from some really bad people. As he saw this little shop, it seemed so familiar and he felt a sense of safety when looking at it. It made him stop running despite the danger he was in.

The Gods were finally smiling down upon him after the hell went through the last 2 years. These people knew him and despite the wicked looking sword the blond man had drawn out he knew that these people will help him.

"Please" he begged, looking the blond man in the eye, just knowing that of the two the smaller man was in the in charge.

"I don't remember who you are, but I can see that you know me. I need your help." Ichigo finished in desperation, hoping to convey the urgency of the situation.

As if sensing his thoughts the bundle in his arms let out a shrill cry. Ichigo quickly stripped off his coat and looked at the small baby in his arms.

"Hush, my little one. Everything will be okay." Despite the tense situation, his voice was soft and gentle.