Disclaimer: I, Gnarley- do not own bleach in anyway shape or form, for if I did own bleach 1) I would not be writing this Fanfiction, and 2) The manga wouldn't be talking like 16 times to 'decide'. But Gin :D My wonderfully creepy love as turned on Aizen and yet… I want to know so badly what is happening! GAH I MUST KNOW! :D… yea this is what happens to my mind at 3 in the morning :D.

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"Uh… Hoshi, where's the Captain?" asked Michi as she walked into their Captain's office with a handful of paper work.

"I don't know, this morning she just grumbled and said she would be back later. She didn't say where she was going," replied the Lieutenant who was sitting at the desk.

"Well… I guess that means you get to do all this wonderful paper work," said the third seat laughing as she dropped the stack on the desk.

"Not so fast, Michi, you're going to help with these."

Said woman glared at the Lieutenant and grudgingly sat down on the other side of the desk, picking up a bush and a piece of paper.

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It had taken awhile, but Isamu finally got Kenpachi to stop pestering her about her name and if she knew Ichigo. At first she denied it but then finally released he wasn't going to stop she gave up and told him he would find out in due time but when he eventually ran into the kid not to mention her name what so ever.

"He sure is passionate about fighting," the woman commented out loud.

"You're still here?" asked Ikkaku with irritation in his voice.

"Shut up kid, Yamamoto asked me to come and heal you."

"That's the reason you're here!" said the bald man as his eyes widened in shock. "Who are you anyway, this is the fourth division, and the people can only heal so much."

"As I said before, my name is Isamu Kurosaki, I am the Chief Commander of the Kido Corps," replied Isamu as she pulled a chair out to sit beside the man. Putting down her staff she placed her hands over Ikkaku's wounds. "Don't move."

"Kido," scoffed Ikkaku.

"I know, it's not my most ideal place to be," said Isamu with a small laugh as she smirked at the man's face.

"What?"

"To me, Kido is just a tool people use to get out of a fight faster, personally I try to opt out of using it during a fight, unless necessary," she replied the look in her eye far away. "I use to be a part of the Gotei thirteen believe it or not, I was a lieutenant, and my brother was my Captain, those were the best years of my life."

"You were… a Lieutenant? That's what you meant when you were yelling at me for what I said to Yachiru."

"Yea, because I too was in a division full of jerks like you," answered Isamu with a smirk on her face. "But of course I put them in their place."

"What division were you in?" he asked as he shifted on the bed receiving a slap to his wounded chest.

"I told you not to move you moron," growled Isamu. "Besides you should have guessed it by now, what other division is there filled with a bunch of dumbass men then the Eleventh."

"The Eleventh?" cried the injured man in shock.

Isamu smirked at her patient. "Yea, shocking hey? I'm the first commander of the Kido Corps to ever come from a division other than the fourth."

"But if you were from the Eleventh then how'd they know about your Kido abilities?"

"Both my brother and I exceled in every aspect of the battle field only, we choose to fight with strength rather than Kido."

Everything was quiet for a while as Isamu continued to heal Ikkaku's chest. The silence wasn't awkward but more peaceful; both people shared a mutual understanding that there was nothing needed to be said.

"You're name… its Kurosaki right? So how is it that you know the Ryoka, are you somehow related to Ichigo, but how you have to be at least over a hundred years old," said Ikkaku as more of a thought than a question.

Isamu's mouth formed a straight line as she continued staring at her hands concentrating on the third seat's words. "Yea…"

"Look ma'am you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, I mean you are the Captain here."

Looking at the man's face Isamu shook her head. "No its fine, but you aren't allowed to repeat anything to anyone, got it?" After she received a nod in agreement from the man she continued. "Ichigo, is my nephew."

As the words came out of her mouth Ikkaku inhaled a deep breath. "My brother was exiled from the Soul Society over twenty years ago, he was stripped of his Shinigami powers and left in the World of the living, I didn't take him long to find a human woman to fall in love with, he even went to medical school to become a doctor.

It took me a lot of begging to Central forty-six to allow me to be in contact with him, but I was able to be a part of his wedding and even be a part of Ichigo and his twin sister's lives, but it has been a while since I saw them last, I they think I am something called a lawyer in America."

"They don't know about your brother's and your lives in the Soul Society?"

"No, and that's why I wish for you not to say anything to anyone, and that is also why I asked your Captain not to repeat my name."

"When you talk about your brother, you seem at peace," commented Ikkaku, having noticed the far off look in her eyes when she was talking.

"Of course," she replied, the sides of her mouth lifting into a brief smile. "He's my other half, he's my twin." Looking down at her hands she noticed the wound had completely closed up leaving a small scar running down the left side of his chest.

"There you are, but unfortunately I'm not a miracle worker, I can't heal the scar."

"Uh… thank you," said Ikkaku sitting up now that he can, as he admired his now completely healed chest.

"I have to leave now, my Lieutenant and third seat have no doubt already done something horrible to my company," said Isamu as she stood up ignoring Ikkaku's thanks. "Goodbye Madarame, and if I find out you told someone what I just told you… let's just say you'll know why I'm the Kido Chief."

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"Aunty, stop calling me that!" cried a little boy with bright orange hair in frustration.

"And why should I do that?" replied a young woman with crazy black hair.

"Because Mommy always said Ichigo meant 'One who protects' not some fruit," said the little boy playfully glaring at the woman he called Aunty.

"Well yes, your Mom was correct, but you will always be my little Strawberry," she laughed as she attacked the little boy grabbing the sides of his stomach.

The little Ichigo screamed and laughed as he tried to wrestle out of the woman's grasp. "Sto- op Aunty! That tickles!"

"Alright," replied the woman as she stopped tickling the little boy and picked him up. "It's time for the little strawberry to go to bed."

The boy's Aunt carried him up the stairs and opened a door with the number fifteen on it – another meaning for the child's name – and placed the orange hair kid in his bed. Once the boy was under the covers and snuggly tucked in the woman moved to leave the room when she was stopped by Ichigo's voice.

"Aunt Isamu?"

Turning around in the doorway the said woman looked at her nephew. "Yes my darling?"

"Do you know what happens to people after they die?"

Isamu's breath caught in her throat and she smiled sadly at the young boy who had only just lost his mother a week prior. "Yes."

"Can you tell me?"

Sighing, the woman walked over and climbed onto the bed and laid next to the boy.

"Well, when a person passes away, their Soul will remain on earth or the world of the living as some would call it until a psycho-pomp or a Shinigami – someone who helps the Souls pass over to the Soul Society, a place where almost everyone goes after they have finished their life among the living," explained the woman to the best of her abilities.

"Almost everyone?"

"Well… yes, you see, the people who did horrible things while alive are sent somewhere else as a punishment."

"Oh… do you think… Mom was allowed to go to the Soul Society?" questioned the little Ichigo, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

Lifting her hand, Isamu wiped at the boy's face and then began running her hand through his orange hair. The female gave her nephew a wobbly smile, tears now streaming down her face to, knowing she was about to lie to one of the most important people in her life. "Yea, she definitely got to go to the Soul Society."

"A-a-unt," groaned an orange haired teen as he slowly came to, noticing the dimly lit passageway of the sewer.

AN: Tah-Dah! :D Another chapter complete aren't I just amazing :3? The last little bit with the little Ichi is dedicated to MarieRock :D A wonderful friend and a reviewer!

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