Yea so I am kinda back. It's only been what? Like three months? Excuse me? More than HALF A YEAR!? *Hehe* Sorry about that. Yea like I said before I am just plain lazy. But I can blame it on a bunch of other stuff too. Like moving houses, going on a month long vacation, new semester at school, losing my job. But really I am just lazy. Anyways I have decided to continue with the story. And I had some ideas to really mess things up, so lets hope you guys enjoy what's coming.

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As Ichigo slowly began to regain thought process, he became more aware of his situation. First off he was laying down in a comfortable environment, definitely not outside or anything like that. Second it was all dark, so his eyes were closed. Which means he was just coming out of unconciousness. He smirked internally, wondering exactly how many times he found himself in circumstances just like his current one.

"Far to many times, but that's not important right now", the powerful voice of Quincy Zangetsu resounded through the orange covered head.

"Well my head feels like it's been dumped in ink and left to soak", Ichigo's voice turned questioning as he got to the end of his sentence.

Hollow Zangetsu's echoing tones answered his wielder's unasked question, "Well we just hopped dimensions after being seriously sliced up in a war with the God-Like Emperor of the Quincy, only to arrive in what is considered by the fan-base as the most important slash traumatic experience in our history."

For a few brief moments there was silence. While both Ichigo, and the other Zangetsu had to admit that the Hollow's explanation made a lot of sense, they both had the same question.

"Fan-base?"

After deciding that whatever the Hollow was talking about, it wasn't important Ichigo decided to move on.

"So I guess I better wake up and find out exactly where I am at huh?"

"Don't worry King, we're here to bail you out of whatever load you landed in, pansy", reassuring, if a little unnecessarily derogatory.

Ignoring the insult, Ichigo focused on finishing regaining conciousness. Slowly he could feel his mind being pulled back into the real world, and he noticed the heavy darkness surrounding him slowly lighting up. Along with the light, he could begin to hear fuzzy sounds, he shortly recognized as muffled voices. He decided to try and recognize what they were saying before he announced himself awake. Unfortunately, whoever was speaking was doing so in hushed whispers. After some failed attempts to interpret who was speaking, or what they were saying, a pair of brown eyes opened.

First thing he saw was a familiar roof and a feeling of nostalgia overtook him. He was in the Kurosaki Clinic. Albeit laying in one of the patient's beds, but he could recognize his home from any angle he looked at it.

"This is not our home Ichigo", the Quincy Aspect's gruff voice reminded the teen, "Remember that we are in another dimension. This is another Ichigo's home."

Nodding ever so slightly, Ichigo knew that seeing another version of his family would be painful, but it was his decision to come and protect them from the tragedy that befell his own. But he honestly wasn't prepared as he sat up, and came face to face with the person who brought him here.

A pair of eyes that Ichigo had always considered to be the most beautiful in the world stared back at his own with a hint of wariness. Surrounding those eyes was a face the young man had never thought to see again.

Ichigo's voice was barely a whisper, as all three parts of his soul beheld the person they had truly loved more than anything, "Kaa-saan?"

The wonderfully soft eyes of Masaki Kurosaki lost some of the wariness, replaced by confusion from that simple sentence that she almost couldn't hear.

"She doesn't know us idiot", despite his words, the Hollow Aspect's voice betrayed what he was feeling, seeing the woman he considered his own mother.

Masaki's soothing voice stopped whatever internal conversation he might've had, "I see you are awake, Soul Reaper. It's good to see that you have recovered. You were more than just a little injured when I brought you back here."

Ichigo kept his eyes on her now smiling face for a few seconds, before bowing his head slightly, "Thank you, for saving me ma'am."

Masaki's smile became even more pleasant.

"What a polite young man", she thought to herself.

Ichigo looked around the room and was suprised to see that the only other occupant was a very young girl lying asleep in a bed next to his own.

"Strange, weren't you just speaking to someone else", he swore he had heard at least two voices when he had been waking up.

Masaki's eyes widened a bit as she realized he had been coming to sooner then she had thought, "Ah, yes. That would've been my husband, but he just stepped out to greet someone at the door."

"Hm", Ichigo nodded his head showing his understanding. Pulling off the white blanket that had covered him, he saw the multitude of bandages that had been placed over his many injuries. Stretching his body around slightly, he noticed most of the pain had left, and been replaced with just a mild soreness.

Curious as to how long he had been lying around, he asked out loud, "How long have I been recovering?"

Masaki's smile disappeared, as her face became thoughtful, "Actually, you've only been here for about eight hours. I must say you recovering in such a short time is miraculous given the state you had been in."

Ichigo simply chuckled at that, fully knowing that it had been a mix of help from his Quincy Heritage, and Hollow Heritage that he had always recovered faster than normal people. Or at least people as normal as they could be as Shinigami, Hollow, and any other spiritually aware beings he had come into contact with.

The Matron Kurosaki's smile returned, but her eyes held a new seriousness, "While I am nothing but grateful for your timely arrival in saving my daughter and myself from that Hollow, Shinigami-san, could you please explain how you got there, and perhaps why you were in such a state of injury?"

Ichigo didn't reply, nor did he even look at her after hearing her inquiry. How in the four worlds was he supposed to answer that? It's not like she'd believe the truth! That he was her son from an alternate dimension, come to stop a apocolyptic future involving her child in mortal combat against several Beings of god-like power.

As he opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted when someone opened the door to the room and walked in.

"I am sorry about that my dear", the newcomer had smooth voice that could make one feel safe in the world, "Just a couple of old friends who wanted to make sure you were okay."

He was a man, who appeared to be in his thirties. He had brown hair, a shade darker than Masaki's, and it was all swept back, save a single strand that fell infront of his face. Behind a pair of eyes the same color as his hair, sat an unmatchable intelligence, but also a caring warmth.

Ichigo own eyes widened to epic purpotions, as he could only gape at the man who had entered the room. However Masaki's face broke into a truly loving smile as she stood to be next to the man.

"Allow me to introduce my husband," she lifted a hand and gestured to the man, "This is Sosuke Kurosaki."

Ha bet you didn't see that coming! Actually when I started the story, I didn't either. Anyways gets ya thinking. What else could be different? Anyways, real sorry about taking so long to get things together for you guys. I should've known I was gonna get all lazy when I actually posted something instead of just reading other people's stuff. Anyways after reading the reviews I got on the earlier chapters, I gotta say some of you guys have got amazing ideas. You really need to go do something with those. You could really make some great stories.

Anyways (again) I will try to not take that long to post a new chapter. Can't make any promises cause I am not sure if I will come through for ya. Have a good yall