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Chapter 2: The Window of the Past
Ichigo with no doubt in his mind knew who that baby was, it was him. He looked up to meet the young girl's eyes that reminded him of his.
" Look at that, when your a kid you have no anger just curiosity and innocence. Isn't it nice to be a kid?" She asked him as she said that baby Ichigo laughed and smiled and then he noticed another women next to the girl and him. The women's hair was almost orange, but Ichigo knew who she was, because he had seen pictures, the women standing right next to him was his mother Masaki, she grabs the young little Ichigo and she hold him in her arms happily and little Ichigo smiles.
" My little Ichigo..." she sighs " One who protects." She said proudly and then comes out Ishinn who smothers them both with his bubbly attitude. Ichigo was filed by rage and then he felt the girl's hand on his shoulder, to turn him around he looked at the crib and heard a crying Ichigo. He was confused he turned around and didn't see his parents. Time had shifted and Ichigo was seeing as Aizen and Gin took little Ichigo and raised him as his own, he then saw his parents cry, mostly Ishinn was the loudest and then they where in empty Kurosaki household.
"What was that?" He asked her.
" The window of the past, it takes more energy to open the door."she said sitting down in the living room sofa.
" Past? " he asks, she grins.
