Rating: T

The Story as whole is clearly in beetwen M and MA, because Bleach is about death and battles with a grand total of three crazy megalomaniacs scientists and a whole race of man-eating monsters. Even if i don't détail explicitly something like that, even if i think that kids read bleach and don't respect the rating like that.

On the other hand this chapter as no vulguar vocabulary, and no more violence than having a Hollow present. So T. Wich will the case for all chapter whtiout battles/gore or sex or nudity inside. Or talk of those.

Then i will put those chapter into M. I'll try to make them so kidies or softy can just pass them.

I don't get how fanfiction say no to MA rating, explicit adult themes, when the original work clearly IS! Sometimes even worse. In Bleach there are arms cut, beast killed by swords, swords fight where everyone get clearly wounded or killed, unseing eyes and slit throats of the dead, the dead everywhere, naked Yoruichi and people with torn clothing. And plushy fondling breasts.

Disclaimer: Bleach is a Manga created and owned by Tite Kubo. Ichigo Kurosaki is normaly male. And this fanfiction will be canon-divergent. I trew the scenar in the air, rewrote it, and put it back together however i wanted. Jéna, the fan that become a (large) part of Ichigo is my OC.

Tongue: I'd like to precise that my mother tongue is French but I'm Bilingual. Nonetheless, if i say something wrong (like a way of speaking) or something else, don't hesitate to warn me.

About my work: I also posted this fiction on AO3 under the user name Jénach.

It's a self-insert. And a bit of a fix-it. She will remember her life as a fan of bleach from our world. And the manga.

Prologue

When 1+1+1=1

At the beginning, they didn't understand. At all. In their minds, questions upon questions piled atop each other, hypothesis after hypothesis twisting around in a desperate effort to see logic into all this.

At first, it was very confusing because, shouldn't they be dead?

And then they realised that, overlaying this thought, came another: Why were they a conscious part of their descendant's mind?

It was so very odd, so very different, they just couldn't not see it. And by turning their attention on this, away from those overlaying thoughts, saw that.

That's when they realised that they were just that: a they. Two of them had been thinking along the same line, not dead? How? Not dead, not dead, really?, and the third rejoigned them when they began to ask how so each weren't very differentiable from the other. But once the two realised the existence of the third, and the third of the other two, they all realised that they were three.

What's happening?

But three where? In the realm of death? Because the two should have died. Clearly, they were certain of their memories on the matter and quite reassured that they were right because, dead people end up where there are other dead people. Which was the case. Since they are two. Maybe they ended up in the same part of the realm of the dead? Maybe they were waiting at the door of that realm together? Or to be reborn? And, by simple hazard, they ended up together? Maybe because they died around the same time and took enough space all together, what with one of the two being made from such gaggle of souls.

Why? It can't be good.-It isn't. It's Monstruous.-They didn't have much of a choice, don't be cruel. Are you alrigh?-What was that? They liked that.

But Third, was not someone who died. Third was a part of someone that was inherited. Upon death of the descendant, he simply goes back to the ancestor. So he was not dead and could not be dead. Also, they had a body.

And, look at that, they did ! They could move !

At first, they were all happy about it. Finally, moving instead of just being here. Finally, access to senses and not just darkness. Were their eyes simply closed?

But their limbs were so heavy they could only feel them, not lift them. And none of them really wanted to call what they just did with their eyes a blink.

What's wrong? They couldn't be that weak or that wounded, they had an incredible et perfect power of regeneration. I was wounded. Fatally. Explained the other one and it would all be perfectly logical then: They had an accident, they almost died, now they were healing in the hospital. But what about their power?

And what about the baby? Are you the baby? Did you already grow? Did we sleep all this time?-Yes, are you the baby? Or you? I should actually eat the both of you, shouldn't i?-Don't tests me, Monster.-Eat us?! What?!

It's-I'm- a Hollow.-Hollow are from a book.

For one second, they were silent in the body. That one was telling them that reality was the fantasy of a book. And they were telling that one that the fantasy of a book was reality. And immediately, they all had access to knowledge and memories as if it was their own. They knew.

They knew the history of the Qincy, of Ywatch fighting wars, building an empire and becoming a revered god-like being. They knew the History of Soul Soceitei and of the Hueco Mundo, the curriculum of the Shinigami school and the corridors of Aizen's lab. They knew the story of Bleach, and they knew that it was a possible future coming.

And they knew that they were all dying.

Ywatch would survive, but only as a spirit like always. A part of the descendant or a part of the ancestor and that was all. White would only survive buy being reborn as the Zenpakuto just like he had planned. Just like it happened in the manga. And in the same way, Jéna would only survive being reborn, remade even more than white, into Ichigo. A soul completely cleaned, bleached white, to give to the baby they now inhabited. For now.

Right now, their souls, for what there was of it between parasite-White and shard-Ywatch, were already fused together like three pieces of metal. Soon, they would be one entity of three spirit. And White and Jéna would not be a part of them.

Ywatch didn't really care. Yes, from his eyes, Jéna was a child. And so her death was quite sad. But she wasn't his child. And white was a Hollow. He'd destroy that one whether he survived as White or not.

But Jéna wasn't satisfied and didn't want to die.

But White was greedy and gluttonous and still had the urge to survive.

And so they did. Ywatch ended up swiftly taken by the tide they created.

It was all very confusing.

Jéna, White and Ywatch were all gone. In their place stood the miracle that was Ichigo, the first know hybrid. They were one entity made out of three other entity perfectly mashed up together. In there, you could find Jéna and White and Ywatch thinking, acting, living together. In there, there was three spirits, each holding a different part of the soul without separating from each other, without separating the soul. There was, like always, the human-who-could-be-anything, the hollow-shinigmi and the Qincy-shinigami.

When Ichigo opened her eyes for the first time upon Masaki Kurosaki, they still thought.

That's Masaki. Our Mother. Kaa-san.