He groaned, his body protesting to the sudden movement of his limbs "guh, note to self, don't time travel again!" he pushed himself up on his arms, his hands sinking in to the covers of his bed.
His bed.
He groaned happily, well hey, not having slept in a bed for a week would do that to you" it made you appreciate mattresses more.
He pointedly Ignored the positions of the clock on his windowsill "he was not going to school, not after he had just finished fighting for his life in a battle he hadn't participated in yet. It was then a rushing of air reached his sensitive ears.
"ICHIGOOOOOO!"
He sighed; it was his father, his idiotic, childlike father.
He threw his fist out to the side, his balled hand coming into contact with a soon to be broken nose "you never give up do you?" he grunted, rolling over and staring blankly at he man who could fight several captains bawling like a newborn on the floor.
Suddenly her hopped to his feet unscathed "Ichigo my son, you've been practicing!" he gripped his fist before his face "Misaki, our son is showing his soft side, soon he will make the women swoon, his womanizing will be unmatched !" he pumped his fist, only for Ichigo's foot to sweep him out the window "I forgot how annoying he was" Ichigo muttered, swinging his legs from under the covers and slouching in a seated position on his bedside "ugh, school again" a tint of darkness invaded his cold brow gaze "I have to see them again" his teeth began grinding, clearly audible from several rooms away "they will receive their punishment!" he stood up and winced as the action stimulated phantom wounds caused by the ravages of time travel.
Flashback
After deaths command Ichigo found himself dissolving into spirit particles "wha?" he gripped his fist and gasped painfully as his chest dissolved "I never thought time travel would be this painful" he thought as his world faded, becoming a cacophony of twisting colours that all seemed to blend into each other "ok, now where am I?" he questioned "you are in the time stream Ichigo" said carrot flinched in surprise "Zangetsu, your here, he reached back to feel for the extra sword he had picked up and sighed finding it clattering against his lower back "wait, what do you mean time stream?" Zangetsu sighed, in frustration or exhaustion he didn't know "there was a time thousands of years ago, where the explosion of a volcano, it was so powerful it faced a river backwards, this river, for three days flowed backwards unto its source, essentially I am performing the same feat, with my power, I am using my creation as a locus point to take us backwards to where it all started, the release of your zanpaktou, me" Ichigo nodded "so it will be the day after I have received my powers from the bitch" Zangetsu nodded "yes, remember Ichigo, we are not the only manipulator of this situation, Aizen is also making his move, so act and try to fool him, for now" Ichigo hummed in agreement as the colours began twisting faster "agreed, do you think 'she' has also come back" Ichigo wondered hopfully "not likely, but should death have wished it he may have" Ichigo silently prayed until hefelt a distortion in the stream "go Ichigo!" Zangetsu commanded as Ichigo gripped both swords in his hands, his arms crossing as they did so one to his waist, the other to his shoulder.
3
The lights intensified searing his skin with their heat. Hidden under the bandages of his bankai his scars caused over many battles faded and grew, opening and closing as they came between the past and the present, the battle and the healing.
2
The lights distorted, becoming the rendition of a fucked up rainbow
1
everything flashed white as he released his power, the time stream breaking apart like glass leaving him gasping on the rooftop of his house "Ichigo, are you ok?!" Rukia was stood next to him, worried at his sudden collapse before they stepped into his house.
"Im fine!"
His hand twitched, the urge to grab her by the throat and watch the life drain from her eyes oh so tempting.
Oh.
So.
Tempting.
His arm came up to his side, parallel to his body as it reached toward Rukia like some kind of homing target "Ichigo, now is not the time!" Ichigo froze at the words of his partner "in time bitch, in time" his hand fell limp to his side as he plastered a poker face on and slipped into his room, Rukia following slowly. Cautiously eyeing the new sword strapped to his waist, and even more so it wielder.
Flashback end
He left the room and spent 5 minutes washing up before he returned and silently dressed in his school uniform, a dull combination of red and grey "hn" he removed his grey jacket and slipped on a black undershirt before redoing his jacket. Nodding happily at his dress style he utilized his first control over reality, his location, but it wasn't fancy, he simply.
Vanished.
He reappeared shortly though in the dining room where he landed on his ass.
Cursing he stood up and sat down on the nearest chair "Yuzu?" he called quietly, his memories of the young girl coming back full force.
"Nii san, good morning, did you hear the truck that crashed into our house last night, the nerve of that driver!" Yuzu seemed to steam over it until quiet footsteps echoed on the stairs "Rukia" he called, without turning, to hide his gritting teeth "sit, have breakfast before we leave".
Breakfast was a quiet affair, they all stayed silent, Isshin quietly eying the new girl to the table, while Ichigo forced down his urge to kill her. The silence was broken by Yuzu who wanted to diffuse the tension "so oniisan, how long will you be in school today?" she asked as everyone's head snapped in his direction "a few hours, not long, but, I'll spend some time with chad and the others, then I'll come home and stay down a bit" he mused as he took bites of his toast "well I've gotta go, test, this morning, see you there Rukia" the girls eyes narrowed on him "how did he know?".
Upon leaving the house Ichigo's form slouched slightly belaying quiet exhaustion, mentally mostly "time to go" he muttered his mind concentrating, rushing through the streets and turning corners to his school.
Once he was locked on, he simply disappeared.
He appeared at the foot of his class door, sighing he knocked and slid the door open "sorry I'm late sensei" he muttered turning and swiftly making his way to his seat "hay, Kurosaki san, just dont make it a habit" he nodded and collapsed in his chair, setting his backpack down under the desk as he drifted off into an exchange with his sword spirit.
"your slipping Ichigo, they'll notice at this rate" Ichigos eyes gained a hint of ice, and a not so subtle hint of his dark intentions "it matters not Zangetsu, I will crush them should they know or not" Zangetsu pointedly explained his side "overconfidence is the first step to disaster" Ichigo released a breath "I understand, I'll try to curb it" Zangetsu nodded "see that you do, after all, the only thing I'm trying to protect is you, Ichigo, my son" Ichigo smiled at that " you really think that?" he asked as Zangetsu gave him a mental nudge of confidence "I do" His hazel eyes gained a warm feeling "thank you, tousan" Zangetsu nodded silently "the teacher is getting suspicious" Zangetsu pointed out "thanks"
"Kurosaki, is everything alright?" the man in his 40s replied "hai, just thinking" his eyes softened " if you want to take a small break" Ichigo shook his head "no, no its fine"
They finished the lesson and Ichigo left, heading for his haven, the roof.
Upon arrival, his plans of relaxation were interrupted though as he caught sight of several figures "the urge to resist killing just got a lot harder" he muttered to himself calming his twitches "Ichigo, remember, thay are not the same in this period, Orihime betrayed you in her jealousy while the Quincy chose what he thought was the logical winning side" Ichigo shook his head "Orihime, maybe but Uryuu, no he will die by my blade when nobody is looking" Zangetsu sighed "just remember that they are not the same" the teen grunted and agreed reluctantly.
"Rukia" he muttered as she looked over "Ichigo, I was just talking to your friend, Chad was it, he seems like a good person" Ichigo smiled slightly "yeah he is, he'll stick by you and even leap into the mouth of hell with you" Rukia gave a genuine smile
"Truly a good person".
Author Notes!
Ok, I just want to say, I never really expected a response on this story so uh, thanks, and also I do try to keep my plots as original as possible, after all, who wants to read a predictable, canon following plotline, no, as I said to one of the readers, leave that shit to Kishimoto, you know, the mad hatter that made Naruto famous (good base plot, bad writer) Anyways MAYBE expect frequent updates, depends on the motivation and how bogged down I get with college so...
See ya!