*Previously on Sleeping Angels...*

He had nowhere to go, nowhere to sleep and nowhere live...

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...

The caller was Isshin Kurosaki...

"Ichigo..." Growled an ominous voice, "Get back here... RIGHT NOW!" ...

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...

*BANG*

Ichigo fell to the cold, hard ground, unable to keep himself awake any longer as the figures came closer.

"So this is what happened..." The smaller figure noted aloud...

The boy's brown eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling much worse than before he had fallen unconscious on the dark and frozen street. However, as soon as he opened his hazed eyes, he managed to hear the constant chattering of voices even though he couldn't understand what they were saying; it was almost as if they were speaking a completely different language, yet they were speaking in their normal native language...

Registering the moment, he realised that he wasn't on the street any more. Instead, he was in a small house which had cream coloured walls, maple wooden floors and a plain, blank ceiling... In addition, he also realised that his well-built body was completely stiff and frozen over. Instead of attempting to move, the boy grabbed onto the comforting, green blankets that reached up to his broad shoulders and pulled them over his head whilst groaning in pain; getting the attention of the two mysterious figures.

"Ichigo?" One of the boys asked who appeared to have a serious tone with a young voice.

"W-Where am I?" He groaned, his head feeling like as if he was being attacked by a psychopath with an enormous, pounding hammer, "T-Toshiro?" He slurred, not bothering to take the covers away from him.

"It's alright, Ichigo, you're at our place now - though you are still in the World of the Living.", "It's CAPTAIN Hitsugaya to you!" He yelled back, Ichigo not bothering to take in the shouting (completely blocking it out) due to the fact that it put him in agonising pain. The Captain's uncontrolled roaring felt as if there were a thousand whistles being played in Ichigo's ears.

"It's so... cold..."

"Actually, the heating is on full. Renji here keeps complaining about the temperature though that he knows that I hate the heat."

"R-Renji..?" Ichigo questioned, taking the covers away from his head, revealing his pale, white skin.

"Yo." The red-haired Soul Reaper said, walking over (with Captain Hitsugaya) towards the substitute Soul Reaper who had just awakened.

Both of the Soul Reapers towered over the orange-haired substitute who made no effort whatsoever to even attempt to get up. His head felt as if it was being smashed up internally, his eyes were so heavy, yet he couldn't even close them due to the intensity of the bright light which loomed over him. As a matter of fact, the light actually wasn't that bright, his eyes weren't adjusted and his dreadful headache made things even worse; it was as if he was being torn apart - limb from limb.

"Hey." Ichigo chuckled, "You look so much taller..."

"Idiot, that's because you're way down there."

Using his strength, the boy pushed himself up on his elbows and eyed the two Soul Reapers. "It's so damn freezing in here!"

"No, Ichigo, you're just sick." Toshiro commented, placing a hand onto the sick teen's forehead, flinching at the fact that his head was extremely warm. His forehead was much warmer than the room's heat (which was on full) which made Toshiro wonder, 'How can he claim that he's so cold when obviously he's not...?'

Renji smirked at this opportunity, seeing Ichigo looking so powerless and helpless. He was completely impotent! But Renji being Renji decided that he was going to overpower the boy by irritating him - just like Ichigo would do to Renji on a daily basis.

The Kurosaki boy mustered up his strength and started to push himself off the ground, extremely slowly. His skin was coated in a thick layer of sweat like as if he had been stranded in the desert for three days straight in the blistering heat of the fiery flames from the relentlessly hot sun, even though he didn't feel anything like it. He felt as if he had been stranded in the Antarctic where the crystal clear ice was giving him awful burn marks because of how frozen it was. He felt as if he was frozen in a block of solid ice with no shirt or pants. Imagine that cruel picture...

As soon as he stood up, struggling to keep his balance, the two Death Gods were shaking their heads at his antics. Ichigo looked like he was a baby taking its first steps. "I-I'm fine." Ichigo choked with a hoarse voice, his insides feeling like they're on fire.

"Yeah, obviously..." Renji commented, grabbing Ichigo's arm and pulling the limb over his shoulder before putting a supportive arm around his waist to help him stand properly, "Listen, Ichi, you need to stay down for a bit. Don't go goin' hero when you're sick like this." He added, lowering the boy down onto the bed whilst getting protested by the substitute who attempted to stay up, though he couldn't due to the fact that Renji had the upper hand at the moment of time.

"Renji, I don't know what you're talkin' about..." Ichigo protested, resisting his strength, "If you don't let me go I'll-"

"What happened to you Ichigo?" The youngest boy in the room asked, quizzically.

"Huh?"

"How come you were lying on the street?"

"Oh yeah... My dad... H-He did something..." Ichigo mentioned, too afraid of the dreadful consequences that would wash over him once he had told someone - anyone... Just then, Ichigo began looking around the room, turning his head in every direction smoothly scanning the area, "Where's Kon?"

"Kon? Was he with you?"

"Yeah, I...I think so..."

Meanwhile with Kon...

"Ichigo..?" The stuffed animal asked as he wandered around the streets of Karakura hopelessly, "Why is it always me, Ichigo! Why am I always left behind!" He ranted.

The dirty lion was covered in filth from the ground. He was drenched inside and out as he could feel the fluff on the inside start to get mushy and slightly heavier from the water. "I hate you, Ichigo..."