Back again! You know, I've been waiting for this all day, and I couldn't wait so I ended up writing another story called "What the Hell is Happening to Me!" It's a crossover from Death Note and Code Geass where Light gets Geass. Yeah, check it out if you're into it.

Enjoy! ^_^

"What exactly were these 'memories?'" He scribbled the last of what I'd said on the pad of paper, though I still couldn't see who he was.

"There were so many, but now I can't seem to forget a single one, like they've been a part of me mt whole life."

"I see. Then perhaps they have been." Another injection.

They were rushing into me, like a waterfall pounding my on the head. They wouldn't stop, until I knew who I was.

I was different too.

My brother was like me, too. And suddenly that comment about the 'puppy' really got on my nerves. I ran into my room and, just like the memories had told me, I found a pink fingerless glove in my left drawer.

"Yep, that's the one," I said while I put it on and smacked myself in the face. It made me feel cold, like the warmth was being removed from me. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I seemed the same, if you didn't count the fact that my body was lying on the floor right in front of me. I looked at my legs and arms, and from what I could tell, I was clad like Ichigo. However my sword was hugely smaller and resting at my hip. The red hilt was woven with thread, while his was wrapped in a white cloth. And of course, I wasn't turning into a hollow in the middle of my living room. Wait- That's right! Ichigo needed help!

I rushed out of my room and found Ichigo pulling at the mask on his face and emanating painfully strong waves of spirit energy. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and ran over to him. "Ichigo!"

"Rukia!" He opened his eyes and a pained expression on his face told me he had returned from his little "trip" and was fighting the hollow for control of his body. I grabbed a freed corner of the plastery mask and tugged as hard as I possibly could. I managed to pull it a little ways down his face, but the mask had fused with his skin and had torn a bit of skin from his face. He was bleeding on my carpet. Great, yet another of his messes for my to clean up later.

But I shouldn't be worrying about that now. With my help, Ichigo managed to pry the rest of the mask from his face.

"GOD that guy is annoying. Anyway, I didn't need the help. I've dealt with this before, I could've done it myself." He had wet a towel in my kitchen and was holding it against his face to reduce the bleeding. He hadn't shrunk down to his normal age, and I actually began to think that I could get used to this new face. What was I thinking?! That was ridiculous. He's six. Or is he?

"Fool, you were desperately crying my name out while I was over here saving your idiotic ass." I popped a hip out and rested a fist on it gently.

"Oh, so I'm the idiotic one here. At least I had some recollection of being a soul reaper. Who's the fool now?"

"You."

He put a fist up by his ear as though he was going to punch me, but I knew he never would. He may have been a baka, but at least he had some manners. The ones that worked in my favor, anyway. He let it fall down to and hang limply by his side. "You know, sometimes I come this close to punching you." He held up his fingers about a centimeter apart and his eyebrows returned to that angry place they had been in ever since his mother had died. "Anyway, where are we? Weren't we in Seireitei fighting Aizen just now?"

"That was about five years ago. Now we're at my place, and you were just introducing your little, um," I swirled my index finger in a circle at his head, "friend there."

"Friend my ass. He's a pain. I hate him. He always intrudes right when I'm gonna win the fight and tries to get in on the action."

"Right, like that time when you were fighting Byaki and he was about to kill you to death?"

"Wait, how do you know about that?"

"Mayuri's secret cameras hidden all over the place. We even got a shot of that part where you almost pulled his pants down."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah. The yaoi fangirls are going crazy over it, and we're selling it for around five hundred dollars and up."

"YOU WHAT?!"

"Yep."

His veins began pulsing wildly. "You wouldn't."

"I would."

He pulled out his sword and slashed an enormous hole in my wall. "Well maybe you can put all that money to good use now."

"We already did, buying more things to put in Rukongai for the new souls! We don't have any more!"

"Well, too bad."

"You crazy baka, I could sue you for this!"

"You haven't got a damn penny."

I crossed my arms in defeat and pulled down my eyelid and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Well, at least you're back."

"Yeah, great time to start being nice!"

"I think I'll just leave now. Good day."

"You're coming to class tomorrow!"

"And what will your students think if I come in and I'm all-of-a-sudden fifteen, huh?"

I didn't know what to say, so I ran into my room, slammed the door, and called Renji.

"Moshi moshi?"

"Yeah, Renji, I need you to come open a portal to the Soul Society. I'm coming home to you guys."

"Sure, when?"

"ASAP."

"Yep." Beep-beep-beep-beep.

And the story continues from there on the regular path of Bleach, so yeah! ^_^

Review if you enjoyed, and anyone who wants me to write another Bleach fic, I'm holding a contest:

These are the rules:

-your username

-a prompt for the first chapter, and I will continue on a path I choose

-no romance or random smut. There are other authors for that.

So yeah! If you have any interesting ideas for a Bleach fic, send it my way and I will give you a shoutout in the first chapter and add you to my list of favorite authors!