Ichigo mounted his motorbike after putting his recently purchased ammunition into his bag and tied itto the back of the bike. He pocketed the address that Urahara had given him: Padre Sado Yasutora; the priest who had cared for Rukia and her friends when they were younger.
Ichigo arranged his cape so that it hid the guns that were slung at his waist. As Ichigo rode through the dusty roads, surrounded by fields, he couldn't help but think about the past. It had been raining 10 years ago- a freak storm in the middle of the summer. He was alone with his mother at home. His father had taken the twins to a friend's party. Ichigo had been terrorised by the thunder but his mother calmed him down as she read a story to him. As Ichigo looked out of the window, he saw a wounded kid walking up the street; struggling against the wind. Ichigo ran outside suddenly and brought the kid inside. As Masaki warmed up some broth, the nine-year old Ichigo helped the child out of her wet clothes and wrapped a thick blanket around her. Ichigo was surprised that the child was a girl. She looked just like a boy with her short black hair and her set jaw.
Suddenly, Ichigo heard a gunshot and cluttering from the kitchen and as he looked up he saw his mother falling to the ground with a light thump. Then he heard another gunshot and blacked-out as heat flared up against the side of his head.
When Ichigo came to his senses, he was lying in bed with bandages around his head. His mum was dead and there were no signs of the kid. His father had found him lying on the floor with his head covered in blood. The bullet had scraped his head; but it shouldn't have missed since he was at point-blank range. The intruder was lying on the floor too, dead. Something had pierced through his heart, leaving a large wound in his chest. His father had called his friend Urahara because he recognised the intruder as a member of the mafia. They both decided to dispose of the body secretly so that the mafia wouldn't want to seek revenge on the Kurosaki family.
Ichigo shook his head as the memories flooded him. He couldn't remember the kid's face. Who was it? What had happened? Why wasn't he dead? He gulped down a mouthful of acid as he could feel anger and hatred rising up from his stomach.