A/N: On one hand, I'm kinda proud that I managed to write this without my head spontaneously combusting. On the other hand...I felt like my head was going to spontaneously combust during the entire dream sequence. First time ever writing...that so...yeah.

...And now my head just burst into flame. Chappie rated M for Ichigo's...(head bursts into flame some more)

I don't own Bleach.

Chapter 3:

In which Urahara gives a explanation that makes no sense if you think about it for too long, and where Ichigo is too happy to care and the author doesn't feel like explaining!

There were little things that could surprise Kurosaki Isshin anymore.

His son a Shinigami? Sure.

His son a Vizard allied with the Soul Society while having a human body? ...Okay...a little odd, but whatever.

Yamamoto actually lifting the exile on Urahara and Co.? Weird, but I guess the man knew when to pay his dues. Besides, they didn't go back to the Soul Society anyway. Well, they visited occasionally...probably would go back once Team Ichigo died...

Anyway, there little things could surprise him nowadays.

But when Ichigo came home panting, looking like the very world itself was falling out from under him, clutching a injured and unconscious teenage girl to his chest as if she would vanish into thin air if he didn't, Isshin was surprised. Really, really surprised. Like, stand there for a minute and a half gawking like a total moron surprised. He probably would've stood there longer, if Ichigo hadn't shoved past him to run to the clinic. Isshin, snapping out of his stupor, followed his son to the clinic, and helped put the poor girl on a bed. Forcing Ichigo out to do a proper examination was rather challenging, Isshin admitted, as Ichigo struggled quite hard to stay in the same room with her. Eventually, Isshin managed to get him out of there, granted, it was by landing a sucker punch to his head and tossing him out, and proceeded to see what was wrong.

Her hair was clumped up, had several injuries on her head, and large bruises on her throat, which as they became clearer, looked a lot like hand prints. It was your standard case of domestic violence. Isshin sighed sadly, and began to bandage the poor girl and check for cases of fractures and internal bleeding. Luckily, she had none and Isshin breathed a bit easier.

Hollow Ichigo and Zangetsu clung desperately to the flagpole as howling storms roared over their city. There was no rain, just deadly hail that pelted the sideways land unmercifully with booming thunder and wrathful lightning that flashed occasionally. The wind was so furiously strong that the two sources of Ichigo's power had to cling to the flagpole in order not to be blown to God knows where. "WHEN WILL THE STORM STOP?" Hollow Ichigo yelled over the screaming winds and Zangetsu blinked at him. Hollow Ichigo was very jealous of the Zanpaktou spirit's sunglasses at the moment, since the wind was blowing a lot of dust in his eyes and practically blinding the poor hollow.

"WHAT?"

"WHEN WILL THE STORM STOP?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Zangetsu roared back, tightening his grip on the pole. Hollow Ichigo growled. "Stupid King!"

"WHAT?"

"I SAID, STUPID KING!"

Ichigo paced the hallway outside Senna's door. All this time, Senna was being abused. Ichigo growled at the thought of the bastard responsible. If Senna hadn't stopped him...he...he would've killed him. Without a doubt. Ichigo's fist slammed into the wall. Senna had seemed so happy...put on a cheerful face for the world. Ichigo couldn't help but admire her inner strength and he calmed a bit. Ichigo continued to pace and whirled around when he heard the door click and his father stepped out of the room. Ichigo immediately assaulted his father. "How is she?" Ichigo demanded, glaring desperately at Isshin. "She's okay right?"

"She's fine, mostly." His father assured him. "No fractures or internal bleeding. But she's got some pretty bad bruises," Isshin continued to Ichigo's horror. "and some head injuries...when she wakes up I'm going to test her on her memory." Ichigo's blood froze and his breathing became very erratic. "Her memory?" Ichigo choked. "This might affect her memory?" Isshin nodded. "Possibly."

Not her memory...not again. "By the way Ichigo," Isshin said casually, looking down at the chart he made for Senna, "Rukia went back to the Soul Society when you were gone." Isshin paused thoughtfully. "How do you know this girl anyway?" He looked up from the chart to see his son gone. Isshin blinked, thoroughly confused. "...Ichigo?" The Shinigami doctor turned and peeked into Senna's room to see his son sitting in a chair next to her bed and had laid his head next to hers and was stroking her cheek lovingly. Isshin blinked. He never thought he'd see Ichigo in such a intimate position with a girl. He blinked some more, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head a bit to the left. ...Actually, the scene was kinda creepy since Ichigo had a slightly obsessed look in his eyes that was a little disturbing.

Isshin decided the best course of action was to back away slowly and leave Ichigo to it. And thus he did, backing away on tip toe with his arms raised.

Ichigo stared at Senna's sleeping face, emotion coursing through him like wildfire. His killer rage had calmed, only to be replaced by fear. She had seen it, his fury, his hollow. What would she do? Would she would be afraid of him? And what if she didn't remember him at all? Panic struck through him at the mere thought. "Senna." Ichigo murmured to her sleeping face. "Remember me. Kurosaki Ichigo." Senna continued to sleep, sighing a little and wincing as she moved her neck. Ichigo scowled. "You won't have to deal with this anymore." He promised. "I'll protect you. You'll never have to see him again."

Senna smiled lightly in her slumber.

Senna eyes blinked. She stared up to a white ceiling and frowned. This isn't my room. She awoke to a unfamiliar room and sat up weakly. Her head felt heavy and her throat ached painfully. Lifting a hand, she felt bandages wrapped around her temples. She considered going back to sleep when her stomach gurgled in hunger, and she looked down, placing a hand on the loud needy organ. The door opened and Senna looked up and saw him. He wasn't in black anymore though. He was dressed casually wearing loose green jeans with tattered cuffs and a long sleeved navy blue shirt under a white T shirt with a high collar that was red inside. A golden horizontal stripe was on the chest along with a blue pinwheel cross thingy over his heart. He smirked lightly. "Hey." Senna blinked. "Hi." He walked over to her bed and pulled up a chair. He held up a plate of food, which smelled really good by the way. "Hungry? Yuzu made eggs." Senna had no idea who Yuzu was, though she had a sudden and very brief vision of a small girl with short light brown hair with a strawberry clip in a pink dress. And she was hungry. She accepted the eggs gratefully. "Thanks!" she said cheerily, wincing lightly at the twinges of pain at her throat and he must've noticed because he frowned darkly. Senna began to eat, what she was pretty sure, were the best eggs of all eggs she had ever eaten. "These are really good." She muttered through a mouthful of eggs and he grinned, leaning back into his chair. "Yuzu'll appreciate that." He watched her intently as she continued eating. After a comfortable silence, his voice broke though. "Do...do you remember me?" He asked quietly. Senna paused. "Hmmm...It's hard to explain." She said slowly. "I know your face and your voice, and stuff like that," his face relaxed considerably, "but I can't remember your name." His face fell and Senna felt really guilty. "I'm sorry." He shook his head. "Not your fault." He grunted. "My name's Kurosaki Ichigo."

Flashes of images. White blobs with red pointy pixie hats, a girl with big violet eyes, a child with a broken chain on his chest, a festival, a white haired man with weird armor taking her away, and Ichigo falling from the sky, blood sliding down his chin and rising into the air. Senna blinked the images away. Ichigo was staring at her worriedly. "You okay?" He asked coolly, but there was a tint of hysteria to his voice. Senna nodded. "Yeah...hey, do you know what those white things with the pointy hats are?" She asked curiously and watched with concern as he paled. "Why?" He demanded and Senna shrugged. "I dunno. I just dream about them sometimes. You too," Ichigo's eyes widened and he blushed. "only you have a giant ass sword and are wearing black robe thingys." Ichigo rubbed his head sheepishly. "It's...complicated."

"How complicated?"

"Like other worlds coexisting to preserve the universe complicated." Senna blinked. "Oh. Well, lay it on me." Ichigo blinked then grinned.

"Alright...well...for me, I guess it all started when I met this Shinigami midget named Kuchiki Rukia..."

"So." Senna concluded after the very long story on Shinigami, powered humans, Arrancars, Aizen and the like. "This Rukia girl transfers her powers to you to save your family-"

"Yup."

"-then she gets captured by Soul Society, the land of the dead-"

"Pretty much."

"-to be executed?"

"Uh huh."

"Then, you, some chick Inoue, and these Ishida and Chad guys along with a talking cat with the voice of a guy, but turned out to be a girl went to Soul Society to rescue her."

"Yeah."

"After fighting a lot of battles, making new allies and ect., you save Rukia, beat her brothers ass and then it's reveled this douche Aizen has plotted this all along in order to become God?"

"Bingo."

"...That's kinda sad. Did he have nothing better to do?"

"You have no idea."

"So anyway. He uses this hogyoku do-hickey to create a army of super powered Hollow Shinigamis called Arrancars?"

"Yep."

"Meanwhile, you realize that you became a super powered Shinigami Hollow thanks to that guy who sells the really good candy downtown to restore your powers?"

"Yeah-Wait, you know him?"

"Sure. He sells good candy."

"..."

"Anyway, you train with these other Shinigami Hollow people, who became Shinigami Hollows because the Aizen guy seriously screwed them over?"

"Yeah."

"So, you master your 'inner hollow' dude, become a 'vizard', and then fight the Arrancar peoples, which results in you getting the crap beat out of you."

"...Gee, thanks Senna."

"Welcome! So, after this, you Inoue friends gets captured 'cuz she has god like rejection powers?"

"Yup."

"Then you, Ishida, Chad, the Rukia girl and her boyfriend-"

"Her boyfriend?"

"Yeah. That Renji guy."

"...They're not dating, but thanks for the verbal abuse ammo."

"Oh, sure. So you all go to Hollow land, nearly die a bunch of times to rescue Inoue."

"...Yes."

"Right. Then you come back to this Fake Karakura town, which is actually Soul Society that was switched with the real Karakura town."

"Uh huh."

"So, thanks to a traumatic Hollow experience, you were pretty much useless-"

"..."

"-and Candy guy, his cat girlfriend, and your dad, who turned out to be a Shinigami, were utterly defeated. So you and your dad went to Soul Society to kill Aizen, but stopped in the Dangai thing-which sounds really really familiar-"

"...Uh..."

"-then you trained and became super powerful and after a unnecessarily long battle, defeated Aizen?"

"Yeah."

"Then the Inoue chick healed everyone, including the Ichimaru guy, who turned out to be on your side, everyone went home, and everything became semi-normal again?"

"That's pretty much it." Ichigo agreed and leaned back in his chair while Senna thought about this. She nodded. "Okay." Ichigo blinked, then deadpanned. "Okay? That's all you have to say? Really?" Senna shrugged. "Eh. Not even the insanest nut could come up with a story that ridiculous and detailed unless it was the truth." She asserted firmly, using her bizarre logic to make it all make sense and downing a glass of orange juice that Ichigo brought her. Ichigo merely sipped his own juice in befuddled amused thought.

"So, what about the pointy hat thingys?"

"Uh...yeah...about that..."

"...Ichigo? You okay? You're really pale...and twitching...Ichigo? Ichi- HEY! GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER MY QUESTIONS! ICHIGO!"

Ichigo walked slowly to the Urahara Shoten, Senna on his back. She had guilt tripped him into going back into her room and explaining after he fled. To say she was confused and a little terrified for her existence was a underestimate. They approached the shady shop and entered to see the shady shopkeeper at the counter. Urahara looked up and smiled his usual shady smile. "Why hello Kurosaki-san~!" Urahara exclaimed cheerfully, eying Ichigo and the girl on his back. "Who's the lovely young lady?" Urahara asked, waggling his eyebrows under the shadows of his striped hat. Ichigo glared. "Hey Urahara-san?"

"Yes~?"

"What do you know about the Memory Rosary?"

"...Huh?"

"Hmmm..."Urahara thought aloud, tapping his closed fan to his chin in thought. "So she was the memory rosary? And when she separated the two worlds to prevent them from colliding, she vanished. Then you saw her on Karakura Bridge a couple of weeks ago and began st-"

"Keeping a close eye for her safety." Ichigo grit out, eyes promising death if Urahara said the S-word i.e. the truth. Urahara smirked. "Riiiight." He drawled knowingly. "Kurosaki-san, that excuse didn't work on me when your dad used it, so it's not going to work when you use it." Ichigo scowled, then blinked in confusion. "Wait...what?" Urahara cleared his throat. "Anyway, thanks to the boatload of new information you have bestowed on me," he gestured to Senna, who was darting around the candy store happily. "I have a theory." Ichigo grew tense. "A theory." He repeated. Urahara and theories were a bad combination. Very very bad.

"You see, Kurosaki-san," Urahara said mischeviously, "Senna-chan's a regular." Ichigo blinked. "...Eh?"

"Yep! I see her every couple of weeks or so. I just didn't know it was her because your head was blocking her." Urahara continued. "She's very fond of my Zanpaktou cookies, actually." Ichigo blinked. "...People actually buy your candy?"

"That hurts, Kurosaki-kun. That really hurts." Urahara pouted. Ichigo's brow twitched. "Anyway, here's the real kicker." Urahara continued. "She's been coming by for the last 2 years or so." Ichigo gaped. "EH?" Urahara nodded. "Yup. See, here's my new theory about the memory rosary. The accepted theory is that the memory rosary is a object made solely of memories, that returns to the world of the living after being formed. Usually, when the memory rosary is confronted by blanks, it will disappear and the memories will return to the blanks and the Valley of Screams will disappear for a while until this phenomenon happens again. However, the Soul Society has never paid this much attention since it's a natural phenomenon and doesn't affect the Soul Society in any way. But, in Senna's case, the Real World and Soul Society were affected and we were actually exposed to the memory rosary. Normally, I would assume that her personality, likes, and other personal information was generated from her various memories, but she's here now, exactly the same, leading to my new theory."

"When soul and memory separated to form the Valley of Screams, the memories, instead of forming a being consisting of only memory, are perhaps attracted to a soul, which serves as a vessel for the memories." Ichigo's eyes were so wide it was comical. "Most blanks are recently departed souls, but Senna-chan was a Shinigami when she was the memory rosary. Perhaps she used to be a Shinigami in a past life, and got caught in the Dangai. If she was, the memories, sensing a soul of high reiatsu, were attracted to her and merged with her and used her body as a container. Senna-chan would retain all of her memories, personality, and abilites, but she would have other memories too, leaving her confused about her identity. Not being able to sort them out properly, it would appear that she was just a collection of memories with a human form."

"Then why did she disappear?" Ichigo asked, hope building in his chest. "It probably takes a lot of reiatsu and energy to return the memories back to the blanks." Urahara pondered. "Senna-chan's body, being so used to having that energy, couldn't handle the sudden loss, so it faded away and her soul returned to the circle of reincarnation. And Senna-chan technically didn't exist in our lifetime, so we all forgot she was the memory rosary. She probably somehow returned to her lifetime and was reincarnated into that Senna." Urahara pointed at Senna, who was now eating his candy. "...Are you going to pay for that?"

"When hell freezes over." Came Ichigo's reply, watching her exasperatedly and fondly eat all of Urahara's merchandise. Urahara sighed sadly, snapping his fan out. "And I just stocked up..."

"Hey, Urahara-san? Is Tessai-san around?"

"Oh?"

"Wow! That's so cool!" Senna marveled, fingering her bruise free throat thanks to Tessai's healing kido. "It's like, super ninja magic!" Ichigo and Urahara (metaphorically) sweatdropped. Tessai seemed to like her though, going all teary eyed at her kind words, which caused the two light haired individuals to metaphorically sweatdrop even more. "...Alright, we're going to go now." Ichigo muttered and proceeded to drag Senna out of the store, who waved cheerily to Tessai and Urahara. "Bye Candy-san! Bye Tessai-san!" Urahara waved his fan. "Ja, Senna-chan!" The door slid behind them.

"I sense a awkward romance~" Urahara sang cheerfully, rubbing his hands together gleefully. There was a slightly evil glint in his eyes. "Heehee..."

Ichigo shuddered. Senna looked down on him concerned. "Ichigo?" Ichigo shook his head. "I'm fine. I just felt a huge onslaught of horror for no apparent reason." Senna blinked. "Huh. So, where are we going?" she asked, shifting to a more comfortable position on Ichigo's back, which really did NOT help the hugely suppressed sexual urges that Ichigo was currently feeling. It was practically taking every single ounce of willpower for him to not to duck into the nearest alleyway and do very wonderfully unspeakable things to the girl lounging on his back. "I don't know." Ichigo replied instead, trying his hardest to not notice how warm and soft her legs were. And he certainly wasn't thinking about how perfectly her legs fit around his waist. "Where do you want to go?"

"Is the Ferris Wheel in town?"

Senna bounced up and down in the little carriage giddily. "Yay! I always wanted to ride the Ferris Wheel!" Ichigo smiled a little bit from across. "Yeah. Hey Senna?"

"Hmm?" Senna asked, looking out the little window and at the city below. Ichigo swallowed. "Have we, uh, ever met before? Besides your dream." Senna frowned. "...Not that I can remember. Why?"

"No reason."

Ichigo was scowling. A lot. Even more than usual. "Senna?"

"Yeah?"

"...Are you ever going to not use my back as a transportation system?" Ichigo asked, since Senna, once again, was sitting on his back comfortably as the two made their way back to the Kurosaki house. "Hmmm." Senna mused. "...Nah. These shoulders are mine! I own this space!" She yelled out enthusiastically, one hand shooting forward in a triumphant motion. Ichigo rolled his eyes, and purposely pulled his arms up to jerk her out of her moment of victory. Ichigo realized after that him doing that was quite stupid, since it involved her slender but sexy body grinding against his. Not to mention, that in order to keep from falling, her arms tightened around his shoulders and her legs squeezed his waist desperately. An involuntary grunt of pleasure escaped Ichigo's lips quietly. "Hey Ichigo?"

"Hun." Ichigo grunted to let her know he was listening.

"Where I am going to go now? Where am I going to live?" Ichigo stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Where was she going to go?

Hey King. Ichigo twitched. What?

Let her stay with us. Ichigo blinked. Eh? Ichigo could sense his hollow rolling his eyes. Let her stay with us. You know Goat Chin will be ecstatic, and ramble on about his new 'fourth daughter'. Ichigo snorted and began to walk again. Seriously?

Hey. He already has a third daughter and a second son.

…

...Toushirou? His old Vice-Captain? This ringing any bells? Hey, don't ignore me! Hey! King!

Expertly tuning out his inner hollow, Ichigo titled his head towards Senna. "You could probably stay at my house. Dad won't mind." Senna blinked. "Really?"

And Isshin did not mind. And, like always, he ran to the giant Masaki poster crying about his 'fourth daughter'. Ichigo face palmed, but Senna looked fascinated. "Does he do this a lot?" Ichigo grimaced. "Yeah."

"Wow. Who's the smiley lady in the picture?"

"My mom."

"Wow." Senna leaned forward and waved to the picture. "Hi Kurosaki-san!" Ichigo stared at her.

King.

What?

Marry her.

…

Seriously. I think she's the only one on the planet that can actually stand and possibly even fit in with the family.

...Old Man, make him stop.

...I wish. But I agree with the hollow.

…

HA!

Please stop talking. Both of you.

Fine, but turn down the heat. We're dying here!

...The heat?

Stop thinking sexual thoughts about Senna. It's affecting the weather.

...I need a new Zanpaktou spirit.

Senna settled in Yuzu and Karin's room, since the closet was Rukia's territory. And Rukia was scary when her territory became invaded. Just...no. Night fell, Ichigo and Senna said good night and retreated to their separate rooms.

Kon couldn't sleep. He really really tried. Then, when that didn't work, he moved to attack to the source of his his unrest. "ICHIGO!" Kon shrieked. "Shut up! Ichigo!" He would have actually attacked him, but he really didn't want to touch Ichigo at the moment. Kon felt that if he did he would be scarred for life. Kon's eye twitched as he watched Ichigo toss and turn in his bed, occasionally withering in ways that Kon decided to never think about and block out of his mind. Kon slammed the closet door shut and dove under Nee-san's pillow in attempt to muffle out the noise.

"Damn you Ichigo..."

Ichigo panted under the devilish touch. Shirts had long ago been discarded, and sweat beaded his chest as she ran her soft delicate hands over it. "Nrghhh..." Ichigo moaned, sanity slipping quickly from his weak grasp. Deceivingly innocent large eyes stared up at him, her silken hair curtaining her face modestly and the ends brushing his waist. She began to crawl up to him, stopping when she was straddling his hips with own. Ichigo's mouth moved wordlessly as she lowered her plump lips to nibble on his pulse. "Ah, ah..." He sighed lustfully as his large hands squeezed her perfect hips and began to grind his and hers together. She let out a noise between a whimper and laugh into his neck and nibbled harder to the point where she was practically biting him. Ichigo growled and flipped them over, looking down at her adorably flushed face and wide autumn eyes. Her plum hair was spilled out behind her deliciously, and her swollen lips parted in a aroused smile. Ichigo swooped down and began to ravish her lips, tongue slipping inside, while his hands played on her flat stomach and thighs. Her chest, scantily covered with a piece of lacy red fabric that should not be considered clothing, heaved sexually with every touch and kiss. Ichigo pressed his hard and demanding arousal against her slick, hot inner thighs. "I-Ichigo..." she gasped. Ichigo's eyes slid shut at her reverent and needing tone.

"Senna..." he murmured wantonly, as he began to tauntingly pull her maroon miniskirt down her legs. She squirmed and he enjoyed the sight of her obvious want of him. "Ichigo..." Ichigo's eyes flamed.

"Ichigo." Ichigo's head snapped up in pure undiluted horror. "...What?" He squeaked. Senna blinked up at him crossly. "Wake up Ichigo!" She said in a familiar, annoyed, male voice. Ichigo paled and Senna raised a fist, which was rapidly nearing his face. "...KON?"

BAM!

Ichigo's sweaty form shot up from the bed, swearing and clutching his soon to be black eye. "Mother of-!" Kon, his job done, tossed the book aside and trooped outside, dubbing the room officially uninhabitable. After Kon had left and Ichigo was able to ignore the sudden pain in his left eye, he sat in bed in dull horror.

...Oh my god. Ichigo thought, eyes wide as he recalled his hot dream, The Little Ichigo Down There perking back to life at the thought.

...Seriously King, turn down the heat. I'm fine, 'cuz I'm white, but I think the Old Man is gonna have a stroke soon.

-Twitch-

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A/N: ...Yay...Review. Be nice. Please? Nice is good. Good.

...Chibi Hichigo will give you candy. Mmmm...caaaanndyyy.