AN: I was feeling lucky! The first chapter is here! i'm not really happy with it, but well.. what shall i do without someone to help me. if there are any errors.. please help me?

Ichigo awoke in an familial area. 'Must be Kisuke's Basement… False Sky and false light.. Yep, must be it', he thought. He wasn't sure why he was there, but that didn't matter to him that moment, just waking up from that terrible nightmare was more than enough to be happy, and not start to worry about his surroundings. In the distance he could make out the long ladder up to the shop, and he started to walk towards it. He had no hurry.

As he walked, the memories were still swirling fast through his mind, giving him a lot food for his current thoughts, brining up all the painful memories.

Flashback

"Rukia! Move, he'll hit you!" He screamed at her. She was standing, no swaying right in a puddle of dark red blood. She was crying, he remembered that. Her petite body wrecked with spasms and she was shivering visibly. Blood was everywhere, in her face, torn clothes and hair.

He was lying on the ground, a mere meter before her, unable to grab her, and pull her out of the way of the incoming attack, which Aizen threw at them. His body was a mess, the blood, was it his, or hers? He didn't know that, he just needed to save her.

"Rukia! Dammit, move! I know that you can! Just go out of the way!" he screamed again, frustration welling up in him. He looked at Aizen, still charing his attack, when she suddenly smiled at him.

He understood than…

"No!... No! Step out of the way, you're not doing this, you are not going to die protecting me… Rukia!" Tears were streaming down his face as well, he didn't care. She couldn't die. Not for him. Wasn't he the protctor? Shouldn't he take the hit? His mind was racing, asking, trying to find a solution to help her, but he was in no condition to move.

Suddenly Rukia knelt down and pulled him into an hug, whispering in his ear: "It's okay, Ichigo. I can't do this anymore, all these years of war… I'm too weak. We both know that I'll never reach the strength to fight against Aizen. You can do that… I know that you can, therefore I have to save you. Don't cry Ichigo… I'll always love…."

As she spoke, Aizen was ready to fire his attack, Ichigo had no time to do anything, he would loose her. A hot, white energy crashed down on them, and he screamed. After a few seconds it was gone. Her lifeless body lied in front of him. Thinking was impossible now, he was screaming in agony, a white mask formed on top of his head, and his spiritual pressure rose…

End Flashback

Ichigo wasn't walking anymore. He just stood there and stared at the dirty ground beneath him, he couldn't stop the tears from falling, but he feared those memories. Now they were all back, clear as the day, reminding him of his failures, and of his pain, and wounds that are never going to heal again.

Flashback

His father was fighting Aizen. Sure, he was strong, but Ichigo doubted that he would be able to beat the man they had fought now for years. They had started to take turns, Ichigo, Isshin and Kisuke, one would always be fighting, with Yoruichi as a backup, while the others rest. They wanted to tire him out without succeeding so far. Ichigo didn't know how long he could go on like this. It was a miserable life they had. Aizen had basically won, after several years of battle. Soul Society had long gone down, with the defeat of the Captain Commander. Even the Vizards had their losses, and what was left from them… they hid, cowardly, but in order to gain new strength, and never come back.

All of Ichigos friends from Soul Society were either dead, or brainwashed. He was alone, just his family was left to protect, and he would give his fucking life to them. His life wasn't worth it anymore.

He watched his father fight from the distance, Kisuke and Yoruichi were next to him, trying to talk into him, nursing his wounds, but he refused. They should keep their reserves for their selves. Through the years of war, they became a part of Ichigo's family as well. They weren't his teachers anymore, he far surpassed them. They were the closest of friends. He was happy about this.

Suddenly the fight between Aizen and Isshin became more intense, the blows became more and more powerful, and Isshin started to change his tactic. Instead of keeping him at a distance, firing long rage attacks at him, he got closer to him, keeping Aizen at a close range. Ichigo wasn't sure what to think of this, he thought it was reckless, they all knew, that the chances to beat Aizen in a battle of swordsmanship, were rather low.

Without any warning his father spoke an unknown incarnation, to an unknown Kido. (Yes, he did manage to learn Kido) He stopped dodging Aizens incoming blows, and his hand started to glow in a golden color. Kisuke stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, but didn't dare to interfere. Ichigo didn't understand at that point, what his father was doing, and his hopes for a victory rose. He didn't know how much he was going to regret this fateful day.

Isshin punched his hand right into Aizens chest, where the Hogyoku was located, Aizen screamed and his body wrecked painfully, his eyes were rolling at the back of his head. Isshin managed to pull the Hogyoku out…

End Flashback

At this point Ichigo's memory blurred, and he felt a pull from his inside, Zangetsu wanted to speak to him, it seemed. Ichigo wasn't in the mood to speak to anybody, he just wanted to forget everything already, he wanted to know what happened with his dad, and why his gut always clenched itself together when he tried to remember what happened. He had a bad feeling. He knew that he wouldn't like it if he did know.

Forgetting about going up the ladder to Kisukes shop, he slumped down on a dirty stone, burying his head in his hands. He wanted to know the truth. What happened?

Ichigo knew that either Zangetsu or Shiro, his Hollow, were keeping the precise situation from him, but he wanted to know. It didn't matter what his spirits thought… it was his past, wasn't it? So he had the right to know…

He felt his Zanpakuto release the hidden memories. He wished he didn't.

Flashback

Isshin was standing before him. He looked tired, but somewhat relieved. His hand was dripping with blood, Aizens blood, and he held it out for Ichigo. Aizen was lying on the ground, bleeding and motionless. Had they won? Ichigo looked at the object in his fathers hand. The Hogyoku. Why was he giving that to him? He didn't want that stupid rock, when it could cause so much war and destruction. He looked at Isshin with a questioned look.

"Take it. Destroy it, keep it… do whatever you want with it, but I know that you won't use it just for your own good. It would be safest with you, so please take it.." ,Isshin said to Ichigo with a pleading look.

"I don't want that dad. Can't we just put it somewhere safe? I… no. I don't want it. Put it away." Ichigo answered truthfully. He wasn't sure what to think. Was this really it? Just a weird Kido and a surprising moment? Was that all it took to take down a psychopath they all had to fight for years, killing thousands of people?

Kisuke and Yoruichi stood a few meters away, being as skeptical as Ichigo.

Even though, Isshin held his hand out to his son. He somehow knew that he would take it. And he did. Ichigo took the Hogyoku, taking the responsibility from his father. He would figure out what to do with that later, Kisuke would probably help him.

Just a second after he took the Hogyoku out of his fathers hand, he found himself face to face with the seemingly dead Aizen Sosuke. He had a crazed look on his face, and his sword was bloody.

Until than Ichigo hadn't realized what happened…

His father was lying on the ground, a blood dripping out of a huge wound on his stomach. He was dead.

Ichigos mind was racing, as he was realizing what he had just witnessed. His father was dead, killed in a second, without any effort, and he didn't even had the chance to doge. Ichigos mind had gone blank at that point, and he was about to mindlessly attack the murder of his father, as he suddenly was pushed back by Kisuke, while Yoruichi took Aizen.

Ichigo clutched the Hogyoku in his hand. He was in no state to do anything, so he let himself being dragged to the shop by Kisuke. Than he broke down…

End Flashback

Ichigo couldn't believe it. What has happened? Why was he out, and why isn't he fighting Aizen right now? He was confused. Didn't know how to react. He was about to snap, when he felt a familiar pull from inside his mind. He opened his eyes and stood in his mindscape, flagpole, Zangetsus favorite place. Behind him, he could feel his spirits facing him. He didn't dare to turn around yet.

Everything was silent for a few minutes, until Zangetsu spoke: "Ichigo, I believe we have something to tell you. Something which you are not yet aware of.."

Just than Ichigo turned around, certainly not expecting what he saw..

Well, as i already said.. i don't really like it. but as the plot is just starting to get going, what shall i do! i promise it'll get better. :)