There was a accident and now the arrancars that were dead are alive and a new group of shigami doesnt want to start a war with the arrancars but just make peace with them instead.Rated t just in case my 1st story sorry if theres errors...

Ichigo can't get enough of watching Byakuya like this, gets up insanely early just so he can sit at the foot of the bed with his sketchpad and attempt to capture even a faint shadow of the perfection that is embodied in this man.

Ichigo locked his heart away when he left the Family. Now someone who used to be everything has come to bring him back, and he's got the key.

Ichigo had once heard someone refer to a seven-year itch. If such a thing really existed, and a variation could be applied to relationships—specifically Grimmjow's relationships—then the blue-haired bastard had a three-month itch.

The thing that Ichigo remembers most is that other sword's loneliness, as though Tensa Zangetsu was facing the destruction of his entire world and could do nothing to prevent it—as if he were aiding in it, and could not bring himself to stop.

It's that stupid kimono that catches his eye first. They're all strange and somber, each monochromatic. He's not, though—he's bright, showy, eye-catching, and Ichigo can't help but notice him.

Orihime had once spoken of him as the emerald-eyed Arrancar, but Ichigo could never think of him that way. Ulquiorra's eyes were not the green of emeralds. They were the green of poison, or acid - and like poison, they had infected him.

People fell into four categories for Kira: friend, enemy, ally, stranger. So what was he to do when a falling star shattered everything he thought he understood about the world?

It was an accident that he died, but Ichigo was hardly in the position to fight. Not when he was already dealing with the death of his family and having fallen in love with another man. But then, his afterlife would hardly be peaceful, right? (Continued in Laugh.)

Ichigo nodded, looking out the window and towards the hospital again, where a newborn baby with a fluff of blue hair had just witnessed his first sunrise. "Yes," he said, and there was quiet agony in his voice. "It begins."

Ichigo was just someone in a dysfunctional relationship, and Gin was just a stranger at the bar where he picked up his wayward boyfriend. But all stories have to start somewhere.

Karin gets transferred into a new school and gets to meet many new friends and gets an unwanted crush on a white-haired boy. And a curse is set to seperate them forever. Will she, with the help of her friends be able to break from this curse or will they be destined for eternal darkness.

Lord Ichigo Kurosaki accepts an invitation to the castle of the former popular Count Sousuke Aizen, and it is the beginning of an elaborate trap. Layers and layers of secrets will be revealed together with the answer of a strange marriage. But is there love in those layers of deception? Will a strong and true heart heal and purify one that was wounded and polluted? AizenxOrihime.

Every year on the anniversary of their separation, the sisters unknowingly share a ritual. It gave them a source of comfort. Written because I miss my own sister xD while we're not in different worlds, we're on different halves...Merry Christmas from Afghanistan! OC involvement BTW

It's Ichigo's final year in High School, and it's time that he was given something. A career choice sheet. Ichigo has no idea what he wants to become.

Substitute Shinigami may be easy to find, but substitute Arrancar Encyclopedia hosts are a totally different story. T for language.

lemon story of ichigo banging various women from through out his dimesion with nothing to do with the other chapter disclamier:i do not own bleach that right belongs to tite kubo shinigami lord review

It was always a fight with them, because neither really understood how not to fight. It was automatic, simple, and as familiar as breathing. It was also addictive, and now that they'd started, they couldn't even think about stopping.

If anything, the oddly unnerving compassion in Ichigo's eyes increased, and he shook his head. "You don't understand, Shiro," he said carefully, as though speaking to a particularly slow child. His eyes were gently pitying. "They're all nuts." (Sequel to Seize the Day)

"Sometimes…." He closed his eyes and sighed softly, knowing what he had to say, for both of their sakes. Then he looked back up, smile still in place—even though holding it there was almost painful. "Sometimes, it just doesn't work out."

'That house has no memory.' Byakuya heard the words, but he could not understand them. After all, such fallacies were simple to write off under the bright sun, passing the borders of the once-grand estate without thought.

Renji stared at the place where his King had been standing a moment before, and then cast a sideways look at Ichigo. "You know," he offered conversationally, "as his bodyguard, I should be pitching a fit right about now."

All Byakuya had ever known was duty. An endless chain of duty and obligation, responsibility and accountability, of never living for himself. It numbed him, after a while.

The plan was flawless. The only thing that Urahara had forgotten to account for in his seduction of Kurosaki Ichigo was, it seemed, Kurosaki Ichigo himself. Crackish.

"Who am I?" He paused, hesitating, then turned a fond, heartbreaking smile on the grave. "Just a stupid boy, who loved a dying man."