He stood alone looking down at the corpse of the one he hated most. Even though he had killed the man he had still lost. He hadn't moved or spoken in 10 minutes and he didn't feel any need to.

No one was waiting for him.

There was no one to run from.

There was nowhere for him to go either.

Reset Then Restart

I have never written a story before never mind a fanfiction using someone else's characters, there may be bad spelling, sentences, punctuation use, paragraphing and storyline in general so sorry about that.

I am editing the first 8 chapters, I will be finishing the editing before continuing. I am not going to just abandon this just fixing some things up!

Well there was many missing lines of text. Sorry that was probably weird to read.

"Shiro-Zangetsu"

"Zangetsu-ossan"

Chapter 1, Reset

Zangetsu stayed silent to talk to their wielder at this moment in time would not do any good. It had been almost 10 minutes since they had killed the one who had caused so much pain and trouble. Ichigo hadn't even moved or spoke in all that time. Zangetsu stayed manifested just behind Ichigo in silent support. They were incredibly concerned about the one they valued more than there own lives, even Shiro the proud hollow with no knowledge of the words polite and caring and never would was concerned about the young hybrids health.

Breathe in.

Breath out.

Shiro didn't dare say anything. Even though they had got past the whole I want your body and am going to kill everyone you care about thing he could sometimes make Ichigo real angry without even trying. It didn't help that he had been using his hollow powers a lot recently, he angered easily when hollow.

Even though it was nice have all of his emotions dampened by this form Ichigo still didn't like the anger and bloodlust it caused him to feel instead.

The air itself was quiet. Not even the reiatsu of animals and plants was present. He wasn't even in hueco mundo (that place is truly a place of death.) No, he was in soul society, seireitei, at least what was left of it which was fire, rubble and the corpses of his friends. Isn't soul society meant to have the most potent reishi in the air out of the three (four if you included hell) worlds?

Not anymore.

Even that sick fuck Aizen was gone. Dead. How long had he been wishing for this? We had won but still lost. One person, not enough to all this a was the protector god dammit. He hadn't even protected one person.

They were all dead. Even in the living world. Those who were alive and had no ability to see the dead never even knew what had hit them. Never would.

"My fault, could have saved them."

"..."

"My fault, still to weak. They were dead, their souls had been destroyed my fault myfaultmineminemine MINE!" Ichigo sunk to his knees not bothered about the sticky drying blood of Urahara's that was seeping into his remaining clothes. The one person who had survived long enough to help him with the final battle. The small pieces of stone that used to be the eighth division dug into his hands and shins, rubbing their sharp edges against his no longer healing injuries.

"ICHIGO!"

"huh?"

It was Zangetsu-ossan he had decided to speak, it was loud, not only had he yelled (ossan never yelled that was Shiro's job) but it was so quiet. The silence that threatened to swallow soul society was too much. Even if you whispered it would be too loud. His ears hurt.

He entire body did.

Ossan was not going to continue this silence,"Ichigo, you are not to blame you know this. Do not put the blame of a mad man wanting to be god on your own shoulders."

"No, it is my fault." He could feel his eyes stinging NO! He didn't deserve to cry. not for those he had failed. He had promised them that he would be strong. He had to be,"They put their trust in my ability to win this fight WHY CANT I EVER PROTECT THOSE I CARE ABOUT!"

Throughout this little speech he had been stood near where he had killed Aizen. Near that little purple marble that was the cause of all of his problems. Ichigo had been throwing around his ridiculous amounts of his USELESS reiatsu and the hogyoku had absorbed it, then magnified it just a little. It was obviously enough though.

ALL of the reiatsu was released at once.

The world then ceased to exist.

"Well, this is certainly a new development."

Ichigo span round to face the voice, but was distracted by the lack of anything. He looked up to the sky and then the rest of seireitei that wasn't there. All that could be seen was many different colours of reishi. It was beautiful. A damn sight better than what he had to look at before. To say he was confused would be an understatement. The hybrid looked back to where the voice had come from.

Stood there was an abnormally tall perhaps 7ft tall, young looking male with hair that went down to his knees and glowed slightly like it was made of light, his eyes were the same, they were slightly golden yellow and also glowed like miniature suns. They had no pupils it was slightly unnerving. He looked healthy unlike Ichigo who was too light and too tired.

He was wearing what looked like a expensive shihakusho with edited colours it was black with the inner part being golden coloured it had a wide red silk ribbon tying it shut, the ribbon reminded him of a shinigami spirit ribbon. He had a haori resembling a captain's haori on that was a deep purple with gold, red and black butterflies sown in across the bottom (they were like a jigokucho) but instead of a squad number on the back there was two crossing katana swords. He looked as if someone had spent even more money on giving a kuchiki clothing,he seemed important. But this was a person that was somehow not DEAD so he asked,"Who the hell are you?"

"Thats alot of reiatsu you have there the hogyoku did not magnify it that much. Though it is quiet obvious you have no practice in separating your reiatsu from your emotions even slightly it is fluctuating a large amount." The man said all of this while eating many, many cookies. Where was he getting them all from!

But he was surprised, no one could sene him! When he had come to terms with his own soul his reiatsu had left sensing range of even old captain Yamamoto and he was one of the most powerful people he knew. The only reason Aizen could sense him was because of the hogyoku,"You can sense me?"

"Yes." The guy didn't even look at the person he was talking to. How rude!

Ichigo then remembered that he had been ignored."Hey! Didn't I ask you a question?"

"I guess you did but I should not have to answer that for you. The fact that I can sense you at all should tell you who I am." The man stated calmly as if commenting on the weather that no longer existed! (What had happened to cause this. What was this? Whatever it was it was weird.)

"Look you are still not answering me, not even Yamamoto was capable of sensing me just because of my reiryoku!"

Then he started to laugh to himself. STILL PULLING THOSE DAMNED COOKIES FROM SOMEWHERE!"My my, those lovely people that made up my squad zero were not joking when they said how stupid you could be when your brain was being used on things that have nothing to do with organising armies and fighting."

"Aibou 'ere is an idiot don't mind 'im."

Shiro's commentary was not needed! He was not an idiot he just needed some extra information sometimes."Your squad zero?...But!..."

He raised an eyebrow as if to prove his earlier point,"Yes MY squad zero, I am the soul king and it was under MY order that they were sent down to save you that time and to give you further protection even though they were my protection squad."

"Oh...uh.."

He face palmed.

The one who looked slightly out of the reach of mortal and had unquestioned rule over shinigami and soul society face palmed. It was an amusing sight.

"God give me strength. You really are stupid. Yes I sent down squad zero for your protection Kurosaki Ichigo. You see we have won but there is nothing left of..."

"What happened? Why are you here? Where is here? What happened to seireitei?"

The soul king just stood there with an expression of someone completely done with everything, shocked that he had been interrupted in the first place."I was just getting to that part of my explanation!"

It was too loud Ichigo flinched, the air was still far to quiet,"sorry," he was near on whispering as he seemed sensitive to the noise at the moment,"go on."

"Well i guess I should that you for winning th..."

"WON? HOW CAN YOU JUST SAY WE WON! I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HAVE NOTICED BUT WE'RE THE ONLY THINGS THAT ARE ALIVE! THERE ARE NOT EVEN ANY TREES! NO, WE ARE THE ONLY THINGS THAT EVEN EXIST! I failed them." He let out a choked sob not having ever let himself get emotional.

This time the person of royalty who no longer had a world to rule spoke softly, quiet not loud, kindly,"Yes, but we have won,look around, there's nothing left, your own power and strength pulled apart what was left of the three worlds."

"I did this?" Forgetting the fact this man was saying he had won when he hadn't god dammit! The orange head tipped his head back causing his slightly long hair that was previously covering the top half of his face to fall back and reveal his long cold dead eyes. He didn't look in a mirror anymore, it hurt to much.

"Yes, I was surprised my self if I am to be honest with you. Though the hogyoku did amplify that ridiculous amount of reiatsu you released it only had a little bit of power left, it only had a small effect, this is of your doing. The soul king picked up the cursed doom marble that had caused this little, definitely big, fiasco in the first place, it no longer held any power left, it was a dead normal fancy looking rock.

"I have found you very intriguing, I wanted you to live and you are still passing all my expectations. After all it gets incredibly boring up in the royal realm where there are very few entertaining activities which include reading, talking to the few people actually residing in the royal realm or watching what is going on within the gotei 13. Soul society is stagnant and nothing ever really happens. The most that has ever happened in the last 1000 years is Aizen, those poor vizard and you Kurosaki."

Ichigo stood there. He wasn't surprised that anything in the afterlife was boring as he had been reminded may times by a drunken Shunsui about how nothing ever happens (happened? Did total world destruction make it past tense, he wasn't sure).

But to hear that those were the only entertainment for the king of an entire world was a little sad. You would think soul society would come up with some sort of entertainment for their King.

The soul king then looked directly at him with those abnormal flat, featureless eyes,"I want to offer you something Kurosaki."

"You do? What in the name of god could you possibly offer me?" A hint of sarcasm and slight madness hidden in his voice.

"A restart."

"Wait, what?" Now he just sounded confused.

"Is this one bein' serious or not? I can't tell."

"Like I said. And yes I am being serious so hush hollow." The hollow zanpakuto shut up.

"But..."

"You are powerful but not enough to repair a world so soon after you tore it apart."

He whispered you almost couldn't hear him, a small amount of hope present in his voice, as if he was afraid to hope at all as he would probably lose it, hoping in a world that had already said no too many times,"I can see them again? Protect them?"

"Yes," the soul king then proceeded to look uncomfortable as though he was debating whether or not to say something,"I just want something in return."

Ichigo was afraid. Something the soul king wanted. From him? He didn't have much to give. "Yes?"

"I...You see...I was something that was created and always called the soul king...I was wondering if you could give me a name of my own...It.. hurts to go thousands of years never being spoke to like a person."

The fear then made sense, after all this was a king asking a boy for a name. But a name was something that he was capable of supplying.

"Akira Tsuki."

"...Bright moon?"

"Yes, that will be your name."

A small smile was visible on a face that had seemed almost emotionless this entire time."I.. Thank you... Ichigo." He held out his hand and the hybrid took it allowing a smile to slip onto his own face, it was a broken thing, but even a smile like this one had not been seen for years."Your offering me everything back the least I could do was give you a name. You deserve one." The orange haired vizard freely let Akira have his power and with it he reset the world.