Ichigo Kurosaki coughed and spluttered as he landed face-first onto the ground, pushing himself upwards with his hands the high schooler was able to look at his surroundings. The place that he had found himself in was a building, it appeared to be some type of shop or a business due to the large antique desk that had a chair sitting behind it with an old rotary phone placed upon the wood while a photo sat beside the phone. Looking around, Ichigo took note of the stairs that led up the left of the building with a narrow landing and a white fridge beneath that while a couple of couches and some large speakers sat off to the side; as well as an antique jukebox that sat next to a set of drums that were placed in a corner with an electric guitar.

"Where the hell am I?" Ichigo wondered as he stepped around, moving through the room while brushing his hand over the desk before something startled him.

"What'cha looking for kid?" the sudden tone of the voice had Ichigo jumping and whirling around to stare at the person that was responsible.

The person that spoke was a guy with pure-white hair, which was parted with his bangs being brushed downwards and a pair of cobalt-blue eyes that looked at Ichigo with a mixture of smugness and curiosity inside of them. The guy was dressed in a pair of red pants with twin black belts that were wrapped around his right thigh while a black matching belt was around his waistband, along with black biker gloves and high black boots. The guy had on a crimson-red simple coat that had an upturned collar and short sleeves that had black cuffs; there underneath the open coat was a black shirt with long-sleeves and a red vest that had black clasps on in. And hanging around his neck was a large red gem that was sat upon an ornate amulet that sat against his chest.

"Where am I?" the teenager shot back, as he walked towards the guy.

The guy smirked as he dropped onto the chair that sat behind the desk, kicking up his feet on the antique wood and clasped his fingers behind his head. "Where do ya think? I mean last place you were at were that freaky, deep tunnel and that jackass shop-keeper talking to ya."

Blinking his brown eyes in a little confusion,Ichigo jolted as the memory surged into his brain and he surged forward to slam his hands on the man's desk making the picture rattle along with the guy's phone. "Where am I?! And who are you?"

"The name's Rebel****, kid. As for where we are at?" the guy, Rebel, started and unclasped his hands to splay out his arms in amusement. "Welcome to your own noggin!"

"Rebel? What kind of name is that?" Ichigo wondered while staring at the white-haired man in confusion."Also where the hell exactly in my head are we?"

Rebel frowned for a split second before he smirked a little wider. "My kind of name, kid, though ya seem to be missing some of it. Now as for where exactly; this is a little place I like to call, Devil May Cry!" the man gestured in his response to Rebel's statement .

"Devil May Cry? Why would that place be inside of him?" Ichigo questioned, while his eyes soon widened as the full reality crashed down into his head. "Wait a second, I'm about to be turned into a Hollow!"

As the orange haired teenager started to have a mini-freak out, Rebel couldn't help the chuckling that emitted from his chest in amusement as he stood upwards and placed a black gloved hand on Ichigo's right shoulder. "That's right, kid. So why don't you do the smart thing and find those powers of your's."

With those words said, the man seemed to flash red with sparks of electricity around him before he vanished so rapidly and leaving the teenager to stand there confused before he started to search for any clues in the building for his powers.

"Come on, come on..." Ichigo rummaged through the desk's drawers, moving couch cushions and even touching the drums. The teenager froze as he remembered Uryuu having told him that a Shinigami's soul ribbon was a red color, so that meant he just needed to find the red one and stood still as he closed his eyes to focus intently.

As the flowing ribbons materialized, Ichigo followed the one that was red towards the framed photograph on the man's desk and paused as he saw it. In the picture was a young Ichigo dressed in his Karate gi while holding the hand of a beaming woman that had fair skin and long-light wavy brown hair that was tied in a knot in the back.

"...Mom..."

Okay, so it's been a while since I posted last time. A lot of things has happened, new job, new apartment and my grandfather recently passed away.

If you'd like this story then just send me a message; this is basically if Ichigo's zanpakuto was Rebellion from the original DMC series with Dante's appearance.

If you wanna follow some of my more mature stories then check out Saiyan098 on hentai foundry.