So… been a while yes? Haha.. Sorry. I got sidetracked with school and other unfortunate things. I'll explain all at the end so please read on! :D

To my only reviewer CJ: :D Thanks for taking the time to review this :) As for your comment, yeah I was aiming for that creepy feel :P Lemmeh know what else I need to work on thanks :DD

Chapter 1

Karakura Town, Japan Three Months Later

Thunder struck the windowpane as Ichigo Kurosaki awoke from his slumber. He groggily rubbed his eyes as he glanced at his standard clock on his nightstand.

4:00 AM

He groaned. He closed his eyes trying to find the entrance to the land of sleep once more.

CLANG!

The banging if pots and pans woke him up once more. Powered by a mixture of instinct and adrenaline, he rolled off his bed and reached for the drawer on his nightstand. It came down with a crash. Coins, painkillers, pens, and broken phone that he swore he would fix one day all spilled onto his wood floor.

Everything was in its place, except for what he needed most at that moment; his gun.

Ichigo stood up, his inner self screaming at him to find a weapon, while at the same time berating his for going to sleep without one. But he had slept with a weapon. He was sure of it. Nothing was making sense.

He slowly opened the door and made way for the darkness of the hallway. He reached for the light switch, something to cure him of this temporary blindness. And that's when he felt it, a sticky substance. He located the light switch and flicked it on to see the wall, the floor, and the ceiling all covered with blood.

He felt like vomiting as the putrid scent of rotting flesh and dried blood made its way into his nose. He stumbled along the hallway. There was so much blood everywhere. Where had it come from? Who had it come from?

THUD!

The sound of something heavy dropping had came from the kitchen. Ichigo slowly worked up the courage to open the sliding door that led there. He slowly slid it open.

Nothing.

The kitchen that he spent so little time in was still as if he was staring at a picture. He stepped in further, looking for any sign of disturbance. Finding none he breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his temples as he left the kitchen.

The blood. His gun. The sounds.

None of it was making any sense. He opened his front door to grab some fresh air.

That's when he saw it.

The body of the woman that had taken care of him for his whole life, drowning in blood. His eyes widened. He rushed to his mother's side looking for any hint of life. Her cold lifeless eyes stared at him with emptiness.

A sudden uneasiness filled Ichigo as he felt someone else staring at him. He turned around in time to see a blur of a shadow moving across the bright moonlight. He looked around for a weapon, anything to use against this bastard.

He spotted a shovel lying a few feet away and made his way towards it when a long, black knife made its way across his neck and pressed against his throat.

Karakura Hospital Karakura Town, Japan

Ichigo's head snapped back so suddenly that the whiplash woke him. It took him a while to look around and recognize where he was. He glanced around the hospital to see the small desk that he had dozed off on, wet with perspiration, was still where he had left it; as well as the room's patient, Masaki Kurosaki.

Ichigo stared at her body, trying to determine if her body had moved at all during his nap, but she remained in her coma. She had been a victim of an anonymous assassin's bullet seven days ago, and she hadn't been responsive to any of the tests they had given her here.

Ichigo had his hands in his face as he stared at the ground. This had all been his fault, if he had only been there he could have prevented this from happening. E held her hand once more, trying to communicate, trying to tell her he was sorry, that he wished to be in her place instead, anything to get rid of the guilt and pain inside him.

Her face gave away nothing, he expected her to wake up and smile at him, to tell him it was all alright, to hug him again like he was a little boy. His eyes welled with tears as he realized he might never experience those feelings again.

Gently, he let go of her hands and stood.

Okay I know it looks bad haha.. I t sounded good in my head D: Anyways, the reason I was away for such a long time is because three of my family members, albeit not very close ones, passed on and I was pretty depressed for a while. I hope that excuses my absence. If not.. SORRYYY..I don't know what else to offer you guys :D