Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters because they are owned by their respective creators. Although Henry Jekyll is said to be in his 50's in The Strange Cases of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, he is going to be in his mid-thirties in this story for the sake of the plot and my own personal preference.

Henry's POV

Damn it, Hyde!

It was the only thing that I could think my whole trek back to my house. Apparently Hyde thought it would be funny to see my reaction after leaving me, in the dead of night, somewhere in Soho which I did not recognize. Not only that, but he also left me wearing clothes which he knows I am uncomfortable wearing, which at that time consisted of a skin-tight shirt, a pair of trousers that are just as tight, and his favorite trench coat.

As I turned onto the street leading to my house, I suddenly felt extremely tense. It was a sort of tenseness that I had never felt before. As I crept down the road, the feeling got steadily stronger until, suddenly, it vanished.

Well that's peculiar. What was that?

I hurried toward my door, when I spotted him.

He seemed to be in his late teens or early twenties, and was about my height. There were three striking things about this boy which I noticed. The first was his outfit. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It consisted of a gray suit-like shirt with an upstanding collar, pants of the same color, and a white button up. The next striking thing about him was his hair. It was an extremely bright orange. It was so bright that I could tell even though it was around 3 a.m. in the morning. The final thing was the fact that he was bleeding profusely from his left shoulder. He looked at me with a look that seemed to say, "Help me" and fell over.

Me, being the doctor that I am, immediately rushed over to his side and caught him before he could crash into the ground. I called Poole over and together we carried the boy into my house and I immediately began to treat and bandage his wound. Once I was done, I left him to sleep.

Ichigo's POV

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't recognize anything. I was lying on a couch in someone's living room. I could tell that it wasn't the room of anyone I knew because of the fact that it was extremely posh. There was a fireplace on one wall on top of which there was an extremely large portrait of a man. The couch that I was lying on and the other chair that I saw in the room were made of some sort of rich feeling fabric. There were two doors leading out of the room and there were four relatively large windows over which there were long curtains made of what looked to be red curtain material.

I tried to get up, but failed due to the fact that my left shoulder hurt like hell. I couldn't remember the things that caused me to be here, other than the feeling of pain, falling, and cold.

Suddenly, I heard a door open. I saw a man walk in who looked just as posh as the living room. He was about my height and had long brown hair which he had tied up in a ponytail. He looked to be in his thirties, but I couldn't really tell due to the fact that he was wearing a suit, which made him look pretty old. He came in rolling a cart that was full of cloth and things that looked like medicine bottles. He looked towards me and noticed that I was awake.

"Ah! So you're awake. I was worried you wouldn't make it because you had lost so much blood, but I guess you're stronger than you look," He said while smiling gently at me. I chose to keep silent. "Not much of a speaker are you? Well, then again, I suppose no one would really wish to speak with a stranger. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself didn't I? My name is Henry Jekyll and I am a doctor."

I hesitated for a minute, and then I replied, "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I guess I have to say thanks for treating me."

"Ichigo you say? Interesting name, one I've never heard before. And you're welcome." Henry said quietly.

I studied Henry for a little longer as he got more bandages ready. When he started to undo the bandages on my shoulder I asked him, "How long was I out?"

"You were unconscious for three days since I found you. What was a young man like you doing out on the streets at that time of night? Especially with a wound like that." he asked.

"I don't actually remember what I was doing then, other than the fact that I had been hurt, was falling, and was cold. By the way, where is this place, and what day is it?" I replied trying to remember, but knowing that I wouldn't get anywhere with that.

"You're in my house in London and I believe that it's May 14, 1886." Henry said nonchalantly while re-bandaging my wounds.

That's when he recognized my look of shock. Well, I would be shocked, because the last thing I remember is walking with my friends after school on March 2, 2002 in Karakura Town, Japan. But if what Henry is saying is true, then that means that I went back 116 years in time. The only people that I know who could do that are Mayuri or Kisuke. Kisuke doesn't have any real reason to do that, so it must have been Mayuri, but the only reason he would do that is out of spite, and even Mayuri wouldn't do this no matter how much he hated me. I could feel myself blacking out again, but I had enough consciousness to tell Henry one last thing.

"Watch out for Shiro."