A/N: AHHHHHH!

This chapter's going to be shorter…sorry. I needed to leave off at the part I did, and the next part will be up as soon as I can get it.

It's my bff's birthday today. I'm going to her house in a lil bit.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Period. See, right there, after the Bleach. It's a period…get it? Hahahahahahahahaha… no.

Chapter 4: Finding Kurosaki

Ichigo's POV

I couldn't think of anything besides getting away from all the annoying people that I had to work with. My head hurt, my lip was torn, and I felt like shit-to put it bluntly. So when the raven-haired midget decided to brush past me, I wasn't thinking about her. And she wasn't thinking about the road.

I looked at her, then back to the car that was being driven by a red-head that had more pressing issues sitting next to him. She had brown hair, I think.

"Hey! Rukia!" I heard Renji; I think it was his name, call out. All I could think about was Senna. Would she be the second girl to die that way in front of me?

I didn't think. I rushed into the road after her, picking her up and running out of the car's way. She was surprisingly light, and her eyes were closed tightly. She was bracing herself to be hit. She was that ready to die?

We made it across the road, and I put her down. The others rushed over, and I walked a few feet away so they could get to her. Once away, I sunk to my knees. It had been so close…what if I had been a second later? Rukia wouldn't even be here.

Would she be missed like- like S-Senna? It was even hard to think that name, and it had been eight months. It's not like I didn't think about her; she captivated my thoughts every second. Just like she did when she was alive.

"Ichigo…" I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw it was Tatsuki. The others were staring over at us, looking curious.

I got up, starting to walk away. "Wait," I hear Rukia call.

(2nd person)

"Wait," Rukia called, starting after him.

"Don't." Tatsuki put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Let him be."

"Why?" Rukia asked.

Tatsuki shook her head. "He just needs to sort some things out." She looked over at the girl. "Are you alright?" she asked her.

"Y-yeah," she said, following Ichigo with her eyes until he disappeared into the crowd. "I'm good. I just wasn't thinking."

Tatsuki frowned at her. Rukia's eyes were wide, and she seemed in shock. "I think you need to see a doctor or something."

"That might be a good idea, Rukia," Rangiku said, serious for once.

"I don't want to go to the hospital," Rukia protested.

"You don't need to go to the hospital," Tatsuki said. "I know someone who runs a clinic. You can get checked out by them."

"Who is it?" Renji asked.

"Ichigo's father."

"Kurosaki's dad runs a clinic?" Toushirou said, only mildly surprised.

"You don't have to go," Tatsuki said, "it's just a suggestion."

Rukia shook her head. "I'm fine."

Tatsuki shrugged, seeing that the girl wouldn't do anything. "Suit yourself."

Ichigo continued blindly through the crowd, having no real place he needed to go. Before he knew it, he was in a small alley. He sunk down near the dumpster, trying to forget all that had happened. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hands into fists. He didn't want to think, didn't want to remember anything. Why had this all happened to him, and to Senna? He felt selfish for wishing it, but why couldn't it have been someone else in their place? Guilt washed over him at that thought. He leaned over and vomited.

Ichigo wiped his mouth on his sleeve, still feeling sick to his stomach. Home…I need to get home. He leaned up against the wall, his breath ragged. He couldn't do it.

His body didn't seem to be able to move.

"Why am I so weak?" he whispered to himself. He looked around to find he was alone. The sun was sinking rapidly, sending him into darkness. I'm screwed, he thought.

Tatsuki was doing her homework when her phone rang. She checked it, thinking it would be Rangiku again for the fifth time, but was surprised when it said 'Kurosaki'. She picked it up with a curious "Hello?"

"Tatsuki," Isshin sighed. "Please tell me you've seen Ichigo." His voice seemed like it held a lot of hope in the statement.

"I saw him earlier, but he ran off. Isn't he with you?" Tatsuki checked the clock. It had been at least three hours since she left Rangiku and the others, but maybe five since she'd seen the carrot-top.

"No," Isshin said. "He never came home."

Tatsuki closed her book. "I'll be over in ten."

"Thank you, Tatsuki," Isshin said before hanging up.

Tatsuki ran out of the house after shoving on a jacket. "C'mon, Ichigo," she said to the boy, knowing that he couldn't hear her. "Come home."

A/N: Oh my god that is the worst chapter I've ever written. I'm sorry. And it's so short…ugh.

My update will be sooner; I'll start writing it tomorrow. Review please!