*Previously on Sleeping Angels...*
"Come here, you bastard son of mine!" Isshin cried as he grabbed a hold of his son and yanked him forwards into the house, dragging him further and further into the fiery pits of hell - the flames of rage engulfing his spirit as tears started rolling down his face unconsciously whilst his father continued to vigorously pull on him. He didn't even try to resist. Because if he did, he knew that the pain would be worse and he would attack his sisters. He wanted to endure the pain, endure it for his sisters... he wanted to protect them...
Tears poured out of Ichigo's eyes as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "KARIN! YUZU!"...
"How could you do that to your own FAMILY?!" He boomed with vengeance, "You... You... BASTARD!"...
"Ichigo, what's happened?" Kon asked innocently, "Why was your dad and you shouting?"
"We're leaving." The strawberry replied simply as the rain merged with his tears, concurrently washing away the blood from his wounds, "And we're not coming back..."...
Ichigo walked along the dusky, dark path just like he did a couple of hours ago. He had nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep and nowhere live. The rain had ceased its fearless firing and the moon was shimmering above him. In his arms was Kon who was fast asleep - most likely dreaming of Rukia due to the fact that he was moaning her name in his sleep. The beautiful moonlight above him illuminated the sky, reflecting its gloomy glow onto the other stars that had appeared in the sky.
The houses he passed look peaceful and full of wonderful, happy families who were filled with tranquillity. Their warm hearts lighting up the house with their brilliance and love. Though whenever he looked back in the direction of his disastrous house, all he saw was hatred, even though all he really saw was darkness and the sinister-looking, small light that the street lights created. If made him feel disgusted at the thought of returning.
The strawberry's eyes had black bags underneath them that stretched down and he was just about to pass out, though he was prevented as he heard an extremely loud beeping noise - he had forgotten to lower his phone volume down. He placed Kon, the stuffed lion, onto his shoulders and dug his hands into his pockets, rummaging around for his, somehow, loud phone before anyone could manage to complain. He managed to find it and pulled it down, lowering the ringtone as he looked at who it was.
He froze.
Everything around him was slowing down to a halt as he was glued to his position from fright. The caller was Isshin Kurosaki. Ichigo plucked up his strength and hesitantly pressed 'accept'. His hands were trembling in terror yet he lifted up his phone to his ears and forced the words out of his throat, "Y-Yes..?" He sobbed, remembering that Isshin, his father, was the man who had murdered his celestial sisters.
"Ichigo..." Growled an ominous voice, "Get back here... RIGHT NOW!" He continued, his voice raising into an alarming roar!
Silence reigned as Ichigo swayed, only just processing the words, "...No..." He whispered, quietly.
"What was that, you wimp?!"
"I said no!"
"Too afraid to face your own father?!" He tormented in a devilish tone.
"Get lost!"
As his father mumbled and raged down the phone, Ichigo, without hesitation, hung up and threw his phone as far away as he could. Despite the lack of strength, it managed to hit one of the dimly-lit street lamps and with force the phone broke along with the light. The former glowing force sparking out making the street slightly scarer with darkness; that didn't scare Ichigo. However, what did scare Ichigo was the fact that he was swaying even heavier than before, his eyes slowly dropping and becoming hazy.
He hadn't realised it, but Kon was on the floor tugging at his trouser legs. The stuffed lion become more and more daunted by the fact that Ichigo completely forgot about him without even realising. It was as if he wasn't there... "Ichigo!" He worried, getting no response from the orange-haired male. His pupils were large and dilated. So large that even his brown eyes were almost engulfed in the blackness of his pupils.
Although his vision was hazy and completely gone, swallowed by the darkness, he noticed two figures coming towards them. Mist appeared in front of him but he couldn't tell if it was his vision or if it were really there. The thick, white smoke covering up the mysterious figures only showing the shadowy silhouettes of a small boy who looked as if he were around ten years old. Next to him was a taller male. The taller male appeared to have hair that was spiked up at the back, yet it was hard to tell.
*BANG*
Ichigo fell to the cold, hard ground, unable to keep himself awake any longer as the figures came closer. At this point, Kon was frightened! 'Those people look really freaky!' Kon thought to himself in a panicked state. The unconscious boy on the ground also made the fluffy toy unnerved. There was no-one to protect the perverted plushie now... All he could do was to act natural - like he usually did when Yuzu would find him lying around the house.
The teen's eyes had huge, dark circles underneath them. His skin was slightly pale from the frozen weather. The wind didn't exactly help, all it did was brush past his sensitive skin, freezing his entire body though he wouldn't give a thought about admitting it. Ichigo refused to be weak, but in his unconscious form he looked so helpless. So frail. He laid in a puddle, his relaxed expression showing no care whereas his shivering body needed somewhere to rest.
The figures had finally reached the knocked-out boy, they shook their heads at the sight of the helpless boy. Ichigo Kurosaki, saviour of both the World of the Living and the Soul Society, on the ground, half-dead, beaten, impotent.
"So this is what happened..." The smaller figure noted aloud, "This explains the strange Spiritual Pressure which came from Ichigo.", "Pick him up and let's go back."
"Yes, Captain." The taller silhouette responded, hauling the strawberry over his shoulder, his arms dangling down behind the strange silhouette, helplessly...