This starts out to be canon but it then goes on to be AU. Ichigo gets a new family. Good Aizen, Bad Sereitiei. No Pairings as of yet. I am only focusing on the family aspect of this story first.

Warnings: Violence, a little bit of this and that, character death. Family drama. Temporary blind Ichigo.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Bleach.

In an underground bunker built by Kisuke Urahara, Isshin Kurosaki sits by his wounded son. The orange hair twenty year old is resting after being wounded gravely by the Quincy King. He had several gashes, cuts, a deep stab wound to his stomach, and some poison gas has temperately taken his sight. With is body so stress his healing and regeneration has come to a crawl. Isshin has done all that he could to even putting him in his body to keep Ichigo stabilized, but he knows that it isn't enough. Isshin shakes his head at how they had ended up hiding in Kisuke's bunker. He, Ichigo, and Kisuke are the only ones left. When Juhabach had taken the soul king's throne and destroyed the soul society he started a chain reaction. The three worlds started to collapse onto themselves. At first, the world of the living looked like it was going to be spared but that was wishful thinking. He knows Ichigo still blames himself for his sister's death. If the survivors had let him, he would have blame himself for every death that came about when the war was lost.

If Ichigo's friends were still alive things for his son would be very different. Isshin now only wants to save his son, and Kisuke had an idea on how to do that. Problem is, is that Ichigo would most likely will be the only survivor. Isshin has had mixed feelings on this idea. He had started a journal not too long ago and has plans, if all goes well, to leave it with Ichigo. He hopes that it will help him in some way.

"Isshin," Kisuke calls "Its time."

"Aright."

Getting up and stretching sore muscles. Isshin scoops up Ichigo causing the young man to cringe in pain. Sighing he follows Kisuke over to a machine that called everything into question.

"Are you sure this will work Kisuke?"

The question earning Isshin a flat look from the blond.

"I don't know." He said with a tired sigh.

Its then that the ground shakes violently and dirt and dust start to rain down on the trio. Isshin looks between Ichigo and the machine. He doesn't have to think too long.

"Start it up."

Getting only a nod from the other man, the machine springs to life making soft whirling noise as sparks fly every now and then.

"You'll have at least five minutes to get through. After that, well…" Kisuke lets his sentence drop.

"What'll you be doing during all this?"

"Someone has to stay behind and power this thing." Kisuke answers dejectedly, "Keep Ichigo close to your body and surround him with your spiritual pressure, that'll keep him somewhat protected. You on the other hand."

"I know. I'm prepared for that. Ichigo is all that matters now." Isshin says looking fondly at his son.

"Also, there may be some side effects."

"Like?"

"Welll, Ichigo probably… might…..deage." the blond says at last. "But not too badly mind you, maybe a couple years at least…I think…well I hope anyway."

Isshin stares at the man like he grew a second head, the two say nothing more. The quakes get more violent the air itself becomes more sulfuric and breathing becomes hard. Just when Isshin thinks that they won't make it Kisuke waves him to go through. Giving the man a slight nod he flashes through the portal, knowing that he will never see the blond again.

Kisuke watches his friend and once student get swallowed by his invention. He can feel all his power draining away. He has a few regrets but he is happy that he could save one person from this accursed fate. The last thing the blond shopkeeper sees is the portal wink out as darkness overtakes his vision.

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Isshin feels his body weakening as it is besieged by pain. Giving Ichigo all his remaining power has left him no protection against the effects of this type of universal travel. It felt like his entire being was being ripped to shreds and his soul joining it. Hugging Ichigo tighter he uses the last of his strength and pushes himself further down the portal. Its then that both father and son are surrounded by flames and Isshin could make out a bright light. A loud boom echoes in his ears as a sense of falling fills him. Turning his body so that Ichigo wouldn't get the brunt of the incoming impact, Isshin curls them into a ball hoping that Ichigo will forgive him for leaving him all alone.

oOooOooOo

King Isshin Shiba, a man in his late forties who ruled his kingdom of Kuro firmly but fair, loved by his wife Masaki and his two surviving sons Kaien and Shrio. His kingdom was made up of many different cultures, but the majority were those of Avian decent. Though they are able to keep their wings hidden so is not the cause them damage many others in his land were consider hybrids and outcast, which was fine with him but this also caused other kingdoms to unnecessarily fear them. It has been two years since he and his family lost their youngest, Mugetsu, to an unprovoked attack by the Sereitiei. And not a day goes by that his lost isn't felt, especially by Shrio his twin, though it seems that he has gotten a little bit better. In these two years his late son's room is still the same, as if waiting for his return. Isshin never had the heart to clean it out.

"My King, how much further do you plan to roam today?"

Looking behind him at the man who question him Isshin stares into brown eyes that belong to his court adviser Aizen.

"Just a little further today. Just a little further." The king says dejectedly.

Another thing he has been doing to stop the grief he felt was taking the patrols that his son's didn't want to take. Which is why currently he was out of his castle and roaming through the country side with several knights, servants, healers, and Aizen. Who for some reason Kisuke insisted that Aizen was to go along.

"My King if I may speak so boldly." Aizen said more as a statement then a question.

"Hmm?"

"It has been two years since that day, why have you not strike back at the ones who harmed you and yours?"

Isshin had to think on that, 'why hasn't he done anything yet' then he remembers.

"It was Kisuke who asked me to wait. At the time I was too far in my grief to try and listen. I wanted to destroy all of that kingdom for what they done. But your teacher bade me to wait. He has yet to tell me why though. Maybe you can weasel it out of him." Isshin finished with a laugh

Aizen snorted at the thought of getting any information out of that old weirdo, it was an impossible feat.

"How did you persuade Kaien and Shrio to follow this?" Aizen was getting curious, he knew the young princes as the time could act rashly if the youngest wasn't there to reign them in and with the death of Mugetsu, Aizen was sure that the two would've flatten the Sereitiei and leave nothing but smoke and red mud.

"Ah that, well you have to ask Grimmjow and Shinji how they manage that." Isshin said with a fond smile. The two knights were a god send at the time keeping the grieving brothers too busy to cause too much damage to the surrounding area.

Hours later King Shiba was about to call a halt. It was time to rest then return to his castle for now. As they are about to leave a loud and ground shaking boom was heard, causing the horses the buck and run in fear. When the sound abated and Isshin thought that was that, he was force to the ground by Aizen as a fire ball flies over them. He watches in mixed fascination and horror as the fireball plummets into a nearby field. After it has made impact, Isshin slowly push the other avian off and started to make his way over. He cannot understand why but he felt pulled towards the crater, like he was supposed to be there and it felt like someone was in trouble.

As he approaches the smoking hole, he can sees how deep of an impact it was. Letting his wings out to their full span he drifts down into the hold ignoring the calls of his entourage. He is vaguely aware that Aizen has followed him. Nearing the bottom he can make out a form.

'No two forms.' He realizes

Landing not far from the prone figures, Isshin cautiously approaches. It's now that he can make out two figures one being shorter than the other. It's the taller one that shows the most concern. He, and it is male, was completely burn, his skin was gone as was most of his clothing. Isshin knew that nothing could save him. Looking to the younger male the first thing the King notice was a mop of orange spikes that turned into hair, he was in better shape than the other, but his own strange clothes were slightly singe and a few patches of soot covered any exposed skin. But as he looks closer, it's the face of the younger male that sends the King reeling. Stumbling back and turning away from the two, he grabs Aizen and looks the man in the eye.

"Look…look at the younger male and tell me what you see."

Aizen obeys but he puts his hand on his sword just in case. When he sees the face of the young boy he too is surprised, but he has trained himself not to show it. Bending down to the young lad he checks for a beat and is silently thankful to feel the strong pulse in the boy's neck. Since he is closer Aizen can see the boy is injure, the blood stain bandages on his body was enough that he knew that these two were running from something. It's now that he wonders if this is why Kisuke wanted him to go along with the King. He waves the King over so that he too can see the boy's injuries.

"Your highness, what do you want to do?" He asked even though he can already tell what the Kings answer is.

King Isshin slowly reaches out to touch the boy only to have his arm grab by the other who was thought dead. Looking at the burnt man Isshin is sent reeling again. Staring back at him where very familiar eyes. Eyes he saw whenever he looked into a mirror. The two have a staring contest a silent conversation only they can hear, before an understanding goes between them that has the burnt man letting go of the others arm. Instead of laying back down he reaches over to the boy, this causes the two avian to stiffen but they relax when that arm only gives soft caressing stokes to the boy's face.

"Mmy sson…Ichigo….III'mmm ssssoo sssorryy." He manages to gasp out, "lllive mmy son, live aand know tthat I wwil always bbe proud of you."

Wondering what the man meant the King tries to talk to him, but he now sees that the man's chest no longer rises.

"Well we now know that these two were father and son as well as the boy's name. But why are they so injured?" Aizen cuts the silence.

The King was not listening. He kept staring at the decease man who seem so familiar and now the orphan boy. A boy who looks so much like Mugetsu and Shrio. A boy who just now lost properly his only family.

"Ichigo, a very interesting name." Aizen says, "Sire?"

Isshin gets closer to the two figures. He pushes the dead man off the other turning the boy over. He is being carful so not to caused pain to the unconscious boy. Taking in everything he made up his mind.

"Aizen summon the healers quickly. I want this child and everyone ready to leave now." He commands

"Sire?" Aizen asked again only to stop at the look his King sends him. Nodding he whistles and soon the crater is covered in people all who are not caring for the boy are standing on the edge in case trouble came looking.

No one but Aizen sees the boy's father's body start to glow, a smile upon the dead man's lips, with blue flames disappearing leaving not a trace that he was even there. Thinking to bring this up with Kisuke, Aizen takes his place behind the King as the man watches the wagon, borrowed from a framer, with the sleeping boy pass ahead of them.

"Aizen, send a message to the castle. I want a room ready and every healer there to care for the boy. Notify Kisuke and…tell him to notify Masaki. The Princes won't be back till later this week, there is no need to cause them to rush back until we know more about this young m—no, Ichigo—till we know more about Ichigo. Understood?"

"Of course sire."

As King Isshin signals the group to start he runs his hand through the Ichigo's orange hair. He stills when Ichigo mummers something that sounding like dad before sighing and going quiet. The warmth in his chest catches the King off guard, but not for long. As he rides away from the crash site he begin to wonder if the Gods are finally answering their prayers.

oOooOooOo

Masaki Shiba, a beautiful woman with long braided light brown hair with a silver circlet resting upon her brow, was standing near the open doorway that lead out to the court yard. In front of her was a horde of castle healers summon by a message from the King. When Kisuke had inform the Queen that the healers were needed, she had thought the worst. Kisuke was quick to tell her that it was not the King or her sons that needed so many people, but a strange boy that the King had found. What Masaki wanted to know was why. Why did her husband pick up an injured boy? Not that Isshin was type to abandoned children who needed help, but from what she could tell this boy was different.

"Your highness, it won't be long now." Said the man next to the Queen.

The blond wizard/Advisor has been a faithful friend since Masaki met Isshin when they were kids. He was always dress in green and white and insisted on wearing the most ridiculous hat. The term wizard does not mean that Kisuke can do magic, but he has little gifts and his hand at the sword had kept him alive a time or two.

"You do not know more about this child that my husband has found Kisuke?" Masaki question

"Ah maybe I do or maybe I don't. Let's let this be a surprised." The blond infuriatingly said.

If Masaki wasn't use to the man, Kisuke wouldn't be staying in his tower. No he would be flying off the ledge with a rope tied to his feet.

"Kisuke, I don't like surprises."

"Oh trust me, you'll like this one. Well you will after the shock of course." Still with a smile on his face Kisuke went on to ignore the Queen humming a little tune.

Masaki just stared at the wizard until the sound of hooves hitting the cobble stone street reached her ears. She could just make out a wagon followed by her husband then Aizen. When she looked at the wagon all she could see was something orange. The orange dot grew to a blob, then she could see a face, as it became clearer her breath caught in her chest. She thought it was her late son, but no it wasn't. Her feet moved without her knowing as she met the wagon before it even got through the gates. She watches the boy being unloaded, still staring at his face. She reaches out causing those baring him to stop.

"Poor child. Who would do such a thing?" she quietly says

Shouting is heard and the straighter bearers take that as their que to move. Leaving a confused Queen behind who is stop from following by her husband.

"Isshin…who…what?"

"I know my dear. I know."

"Ah I see you found him. Good. Now let's go I believe you have questions?" Kisuke said as he made his way over to them. "Aizen do come along, this for you too."

"Sometimes that man knows too much for his own good." Grumble Aizen who followed the blond.

Isshin and Masaki made their way to follow, the Queen staring after the direction the boy was taken only to be lead away by her husband.

"Come my wife, let us find out what Kisuke knows about Ichigo."

"Ichigo?"

"Oh yes the boy's name is Ichigo." The King said smiling at his beloved wife

Masaki rolled the name around her mind before finding that she love the name. She sent her own smile to her husband and went to Kisuke's tower.

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Chapter End

Well?

Thank you for reading.