Second chappy! Weeee….. Will be uploading a cover to the book :3 The story probably sucks… but its my first fanfic so have mercy please! Reviews are much welcomed! Please no hating, but I do welcome those who point out errors that they would like fixed! If there's anything you guys would like to see in this story, please tell me! Arigato! ^.^
Ichiro stood on the Sokyoku hill watching the lives below him. He never thought he'd be free from that cursed mental hospital... he never thought he'd have to deal with crazy people like Renji Abarai.
"Ichigo!" A red head yelled, his spiky hair closing in on Ichiro. Ichiro just had enough time before he was tackled, he placed his arms in front of his face, desperately trying to block the wild punches. "Where's Rukia!? How could you come back without Rukia!? Ichigo! You traitor! You betrayed everyone! You betrayed Rukia! You don't care for her! Ichigo!" He yelled his voice was fierce. "I would love to bring her back! I miss her too! She means more to me than anything!" Ichiro yelled back, his voice just has angry. This made Renji stop as he stared down at Ichiro. First he was confused. Does Ichigo love Rukia? Then it hit him as violet orbs glared at him, violet orbs that looked exactly like his dear friend. "Y-you're not Ichigo..." He gasped, backing away from the angry boy. The orange haired boy suddenly kicked Renji in the face, bringing him out of his shock. "Of course I'm not! Idiot if you would've waited you would've seen!" Ichiro seemed hotheaded like Ichigo, but still put fear into Renji like Rukia did. Plus Ichiro's reitsu spiked suddenly at the sound of Rukia's name, and when it did, it felt like Rukia's reitsu.
"Who are you...?" Renji asked quietly, his mind was still in a trans. "How bout' I ask who the hell you are!?" Ichiro yelled, pointing his finger at Renji. "I asked you first!" Renji yelled in defense. "Well now I'm asking!" Ichiro yelled back. Renji wanted to facepalm at his logic, but refrained from doing so. Until it seemed that Ichiro could read Renji's mind. His reitsu suddenly flared to extreme amounts, then Ichiro took at his sword. Renji looked at the sword, it looked just like Rukia's! But there were bits about it that looked like Ichigo's bankai too. Suddenly Ichiro began swinging wildly at Renji. Ichiro was fast and put much strength into each swing, but he was still a kid at this and Renji effortlessly avoided each strike. "What are you doing!?" Renji cried out, now blocking Ichiro's sword with zabimaru. "The way you spoke of Ichigo! The way you spoke of Rukia! If you missed her so much, then you find her yourself instead of relying on my father like always!" Ichiro yelled suddenly blasting a large getsuga tensho like beam towards Renji. Renji was shocked. He didn't know what to say, this was Ichigo's son...with Rukia!? Plus he should probably apologize, but Renji had a million questions to ask Ichiro.
"Your parents were missing for sixteen years!" Renji exclaimed as they walked to the famous squad six barracks. "Sixteen years? I'm only fourteen..." Ichiro sighed. "I had no idea that Ichigo and Rukia were married, no one did!" Renji looked up and gave Ichiro an odd grin as his eyes carefully examined Ichiro. This made Ichiro feel a bit violated. "You look like Ichigo. But your face looks like Rukia." Renji said suddenly with a smirk. "Lot's of people happen to mistake me for my father..." Ichiro responded scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Yo Captain!" Renji randomly called out, Ichiro's eye brow twitched a bit when he realized Renji was ignoring him.
In front of them was the Captain of the sixth squad, none other than Kuchiki Byakuya. Recently finding that this was his uncle, Ichiro found himself very intimidated by the noble captain. Ichiro felt himself shrink under the Captain's glare. "You are the son of my sister, are you not?" His voice was cold. "Y-yeah." Ichiro's eyes did not meet with Byakuya's, he felt that if he did, he'd probably die. "I see." Was all Byakuya answered as his expression shifted to an even colder glare, if that was even possible.
Ichiro finally looked up at Byakuya, his eyes giving a determined look that Rukia would often give. "It was nice meeting you, uncle." Ichiro said giving a small bow. At the moment Byakuya could feel a prideful smirk crawling onto his lips. If only he had a camera, 'Ichigo Kurosaki, bowing to the great Kuchiki Byakuya". Of course it wasn't Ichigo, and Byakuya knew it, but hey, while he was bowing, he looked just like Ichigo.
"Kurosaki Ichiro. We have preparations for you to travel to the world of the living and visiting your existing relatives." Byakuya said again, suddenly remembering Ichiro's family in Karakura. "I have family!?" Ichiro gasped, his heart feeling anxious to meet his family. "Two aunts and a grandfather I think..." Renji replied scratching his forehead in thought. "I want to meet them!" Ichiro shouted, grabbing Renji's collar suddenly. "Take me to Karakura!" Renji glanced over to Byakuya, who nodded his head. And they were off! Ichiro was to pick up his body from the shop owner Urahara and make his way to Kurosaki Clinic.
Ichiro made his way down the street that his father used to live on, often getting weird looks from neighbors. He hugged his arms nervously as he walked up to the old Kurosaki Clinic. This was it, obviously since it had his name on the sign. He was starting to have second thoughts, but he pushed them to the back of his mind and with a gulp he entered the clinic.
Inside the clinic behind the desk was a woman with long brown hair and large brown eyes. She wore her hair in a long side pony-tail that laid on her shoulder with a small strawberry clip. The girl stared at Ichiro mouth agape as she suddenly busted out into millions of tears. "Excuse m-me?" Ichiro muttered nervously as the woman suddenly tackled him to the ground, crying uncontrollably onto his chest.
"Karin what's wrong?" A manly voice called from the back room. "A costumer is making Yuzu cry again." A female voice from the back also called out. Suddenly a large man with dark brown eyes and black spiky hair came out from the back room, charging towards Ichiro, that is, until he saw Ichiro. "Dad?" A woman called appearing from the back room also. She had medium black hair pulled into a high pony-tail and black eyes. "I-Ichi-nii..?" She mumbled breathlessly then ran to tackle the teen just like her twin sister."O-oi! H-help me out!" Ichiro yelled, staring at the man who was dazed and couldn't find the strength to move. "What?" The man asked suddenly, blinking and coming back to reality. "I'm not Ichigo!" Ichiro yelled, trying to be heard above the crying. Suddenly the crying stopped and the girls pulled away from the orange haired teen. "Who're you!?" The black haired woman cried out, jumping to her feet and backing away quickly. The one with the brown hair just stared and sat on her knees.
"You look like our big brother. But your eyes are different." The brown haired girl stated. "I get that alot..." Ichiro replied, rubbing his back from the girls' attack. "My name is Ichiro Kurosaki. I was told by someone that I could find my aunts and grandfather here." Ichiro explained looking up at the man. "You're Ichigo's son!?" The black haired girl gasped. The man seemed to have a pervy look on his face as he raised and eyebrow to Ichiro. "What the hell kind of look is that!?" Ichiro yelled suddenly, balling his fist. The girls broke out into laughter , the teenage boy did not fail to resemble their elder brother.
"I'm Yuzu!" The brown haired girl smiled, lifting her hand up as if she was taking attendance. "Mine's Karin." The black haired one said, crossing her arms and smiling. "I'm Isshin! Good to finally meet ya' my boy!" The man smiled, suddenly wrapping his arm around Ichiro's neck and holding him tightly. "I'm going to choke to death!" Ichiro yelled, stomping on Isshin's foot. "By the way. Is this yours?" Isshin asked, his face and tone turning serious suddenly. "Eh?" Ichiro quickly looked at the object in Isshin's hand and recognized it as the Shinigami Badge. "Why does everyone keep ending up with it!?" Ichiro quickly snatched it from Isshin's hand, then sighed. "Yeah, it's mine."
"You dropped it when the girls tackled you. The reitsu isn't your's, is it?" Isshin's eyes narrowed at the boy as he questioned him. Ichiro stared at the badge for a while until he finally gave up and looked at Isshin with an awkward grin. "Um... well... I can't feel the reitsu coming from this badge." He answered, scratching the back of his head. "Aren't you a shinigami boy!?" Isshin cried out, deciding whether he should punch the teen in front of him. Ichiro just looked up at him with his large violet eyes, which happened to look like little puppy dog eyes, and Isshin was now deciding whether or not he should cuddle the teen. "I guess it's only natural to not have awakened your powers yet..." Isshin crossed his arms and shifted his weight to his one leg.
"Powers? You mean like this?" Ichiro placed the badge on his chest and suddenly his shinigami form came out. "So you have awakened your powers!" Isshin grinned. "So that means I'm a shinigami too? I knew I was different from the other ghosts, but I seemed sorts different compared to the other shinigamis too..." Ichiro lamely explained, Isshin just chuckled. Isshin sighed, Ichiro's shinigami form looked so much like Ichigo... and he couldn't help but miss his dear first born.
"Eh!?" Ichiro gasped as Isshin suddenly pushed him down. He looked around the room looking for some sort of comical sympathy from his aunts, until he realized that they had long been gone. "What was that for!?" Ichiro cried, rubbing his sore butt. "We're going to learn the name of your zanpakuto." Here is was again, the rare serious look of Isshin Kurosaki. Ichiro had come to almost fear it a bit. "We gotta get you to learn how to use it's shikai." Isshin sat down with his legs crossed and instructed Ichiro to do so also, while placed his zanpakuto on his lap. "Now focus your energy on your zanpakuto. Focus your reitsu, and focus your mind." Isshin's voice was quiet. Ichiro closed his eyes and placed his hands on his sword. Isshin glanced at Ichiro and felt a sad smile form on his face. It was like when he taught Ichigo how to enter his spiritual world in order to obtain the final getsuga tensho. And after what seemed like several hours of waiting and many angry grunts from Ichiro, it seemed that he had finally entered his spiritual world.
"Welcome. King." A watery voice said. Ichiro's eyes widened. Was this his zanpakuto!?