A/N: I would like to thank all of you for your reviews! The First chapter was more a prologue than anything to see if I should keep writing. The chapters now will be considerably longer than the first.

Gulliman- My first reviewer! Thank you for reading. I also want you to know that I will try my best to update regularly . I also hate it when time travel fics end suddenly and the author disappears. That's one of the reasons I'm writing this fic. This is finals week for me, so I should be a little more freed up after exams.

Tahaku, Mugetsudude, and my nameless reader- I'm not revealing anything on pairs just yet because I want this fic to be more plot and adventure/ action rather than romance. The pairing that will come out is my personal liking, but I do read all. I promise that the pairing won't be a major part of the story. It will most likely appear in conversations rather than actions.

* I hate it when people write Ichigo as a sappy lover* -_-

- Hello = Zangetsu

-Hello= Ichigo's Hollow- in this story Shirosaki ( shiro for short)

-'Thoughts'

" Ichi-nii!" Ichigo's eyes opened to the sound of his sister's voice calling from downstairs, " It's time for dinner!" He smiled. After the nice talk/ fight with Shiro and Zangetsu he felt much better . He even felt like he could finish his meal today.

"Alright! I'll be right down, Yuzu!"

"Well you better be! Yuzu made your favorite- curry just for you."

He had to suppress his laughter when he heard Yuzu try to cover up that fact by her self-conscious blabber. Ichigo never understood how they were twins. They were complete opposites of each other. Karin was the brash, feisty spit-fire who was well-rounded in sports and was useless in anything having to do with homecare, and Yuzu was the sweet, innocent, charming little girl who had more fun cleaning and cooking for her family than playing any sport. She was, in a way, a perfect representation of their mother- a kind, warm-hearted person who's smiles could light up any person's day. Ichigo was nothing less than proud of his younger sisters.

As he walked downstairs to the dinner table, Ichigo remembered his sisters dying in his arms. He could hear their agonizing screams plauging his mind, causing years of torturous memories to stir in his brain. To his left he saw Yuzu screaming out of confusion. She didn't know what was going on. They should've told her about the family. Dammit they should have told her! At least then maybe she'd be able to prepare or understand why this was all happening. 'understand huh? I don't even understand it myself' But Ichigo told himself not to think of these things. They hadn't happened yet. He'd make sure it never did again. He couldn't stand seeing Karin covered in blood, clutching on to what little life she had left. Ichigo cursed under his breath as he avoided a flying kick from his eccentric father.

" Damnit you old man! Who goes around kicking their sons in the face?" Isshin was lying on the ground a few feet away having overshot his goal. Quickly he stood up and bounded over to the enormous poster of his wife on the wall.

"Oh Masaki! Our son! I have nothing left to teach him!" His hysterics went unnoticed by the rest of the family as Ichigo took a seat at the table across from Karin.

"So, how was school today, Karin?"

"It was good. I kicked some major ass today in my soccer tournament. You shoulda seen it, Ichigo." He smiled

"That's great, Karin! I'm sure you sent the other team crying home to their mommies." She balked and glanced at Yuzu who was sharing a confused look. Was Ichigo really being normal again?

"Yeah, I bet I did." Karin responded dryly still confused with her brother's sudden change in character from the past week.

He tilted his head towards Yuzu, " What about you? Anything exciting happen to you today, Yuzu?"

She smiled sweetly at him, " Nothing really special. Oh! But I did catch sight of the poster for the fireworks festival. It's going to be in a few weeks." She turned her head to her crazed father who was still dotting over the poster of his beloved, " Do you think we can go, Dad?"

Isshin stopped his antics and ran over to join his children at the dinner table, " Of course Yuzu!" He grinned and threw a thumbs up, "Fireworks have always been a family specialty!"

Karin sighed, "It's not a specialty , Dad. It's just a tradition."

"What?! How can my own daughter say something like that! The art of fireworks has been passed down through the family line for generations!"

"Please, Dad. Cut the crap would ya? Geeze, you're such a lunatic."

"How dare you call your father a lunatic! Masaki, Karin's finally entering her pre-teen years! What a sad but glorious day!"

Yuzu chuckled, " It seems like you're right, Karin. Dad really is a lunatic!"

"Not you too! Oh my precious, little Yuzu!" Isshin ran over and enveloped his daughter in a suffocating embrace.

"Oh come on you two. Stop picking on Dad. He's right ya know. Fireworks are a family specialty." Ichigo smiled as he thought about his cousins. He couldn't wait to see Kukaku and Ganju in this timeline. Granted she'd probably make him scrub the floors and cook them dinner when she found out who he was. But that was Kukaku. And Ganju would probably yell at him and try to force him onto a wild boar for transportation- to which he would respond that shunpo was fine. He smiled. Yeah he missed those two. they were family after all.

"Don't side with him! What are you talking about anyways?' Karin yelped when she heard Ichigo side with her father. That in itself was a miracle.

"You'll find out sooner or later, Karin." he said with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Wait, Ichigo!" He stood up to leave the room thanking Yuzu for the delicious meal. " What are you taking about? Tell me. Ichigo!"

"Maybe later, sis" He waved over his shoulder as he disappeared to his room. Yuzu was too caught up in doing the dishes to notice, and Karin was too busy sulking trying to figure out what her jerk- brother meant to notice that Isshin had suddenly become very serious. They were oblivious to his glance over at a figure in a particularly shadowy corner of the room, and they were to obvious to notice that figure nodded his head before leaving the room abnormally fast.

Ya know he noticed, right?

'Yeah I could sense him in the corner all throughout dinner'

Then why'd ya pull a risky stunt like that?

'I want to see what will happen. I can't hide this from them forever, ya know'

Ya could try

'That defeats the purpose of coming back in the first place.'

Hey, King

'hmmmm'

You're really something else

'hn'

Ichigo felt Shiro retreat back into his inner world. During the war they had really gotten closer to each other, and now they were like brothers. He could sense his father leave the house. It didn't surprise him. He had purposely let a small hint drop to increase their suspicions even more. He had known that Urahara and the old man had been having secret meetings about him since he came back. That didn't surprise him. What did was that Urahara didn't try to approach him. He thought the bastard would try to knock him unconscious at least, yet nothing happened.

He sat up from his bed and walked over to the window, opening it slightly. Looking out, he remembered when he first found out his dad was a soul reaper.

He didn't know why it was such a shock to him at the time. It was an obvious explanation as to why he had so much reiatsu himself. Ichigo had been so oblivious to sensing back then that he hadn't noticed his father's noticeable reiatsu signature. He didn't even notice the more obvious lack of ageing in his dad either. He mentally slapped himself when he realized how stupid he was for not realizing it sooner. Oh well, he couldn't change the past. Well, he could change the future.

Ichigo decided that he need to meet with Urahara and his father soon and explain somethings before something happened. He didn't know when Rukia would show up for the first time- he assumed soon- and he didn't need anymore confusion to add to his new found life.

So it was decided he was to see his father and Urahara. Better now than later. Taking a soul pill which he had stolen from Urahara's place without him knowing, he swallowed it, commanding the mod soul to stay out of trouble. Then, he opened the window even further than before and jumped.

He knew they way to Urahara's place like the back of his hand. They had spent so much time together there. During the war with Aizen, they became more like friends than a mentor and his student. They were drinking buddies after his father's and Yoruichi's deaths too, and Urahara was the closest thing he had to family that was left. Truthfully, he couldn't wait to see that stupid, striped bucket hat and the knowing smirk in his friend's eyes again. He had lost both in the war.

As Ichigo was speeding through Karakura town in a blur, he began to feel nostalgic. He couldn't believe that the city would cease to be nothing but a pile of rubble in a few years. He remembered all the good times he and his friends had spent there. He remembered when they got their powers. He remembered beating up gangs with Chad, and fighting the Menos Grande with Uryu. But he remembered all the bad times as well. Like when Aizen came down after not being seen or heard from in nearly two years and stole Ichigo out of his home at night, or how Renji acquired an injury so severe protecting Karin and Yuzu that not even Orihime's powers could save him in the end.

Landing infront of Urahar's, Ichigo shook the thoughts out of his head. He could still change it. He could protect everyone. None of this had to happen again, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down, Ichigo slid open the door to the shop taking in the smell of old boxes and bamboo.

" How would he know something like that?"

"I don't know, but it is a little concerning."

"A little? My own son just dropped that he knew more about my family! He probably knows about me!" Isshin slammed his fist on the small table in front of him causing tea to fly out of the cups.

"Calm down, Isshin. He had to find out sometime you know." Isshin sighed.

"I know, but he's just a kid. He doesn't need to get caught up in our world yet." Urahara raised his brow.

"He was caught up in it from the moment he was born. Look, with Masaki's and your reistu this was bound to happened sooner than later." Isshin shook his head.

"Yeah, I know. I just wish it had been later rather than sooner."

"Anyways, you better tell him everything soon or-" Both Shinigami looked up when they felt someone approaching. Urahara tightened his grip around his cane which was lying next to him on the floor, and Isshin reached for his zanpakto. They watched, ready to strike at any moment, as the door to the tea room slowly opened. Standing in place of the door was Ichigo Kurosaki.

"Hey Dad, Kisuke. " He nodded at both of them in acknowledgement, " Mind if I take a seat?" He didn't wait for an answer before planting himself across from his father and friend.

"So, I guess your wondering what I'm doing here, and as a shinigami no less."

Urahara was the first to speak up, Isshin was still in too much of a state of shock to say anything.

"That's exactly what we were wondering. Would you care to explain for us? If your father doesn't die of shock that its."

"Certainly. I assume you all know of a man named Soske Aizen, don't you?" At the mention of his name, Isshin snapped out of it and became very serious. He had always felt something was off about that man, and when the hollification and exile of the visoreds occurred, he was one of the only people to believe Urahara, and now that his son was speaking his name, he knew he had to listen.

"That man plays a dangerous game, Ichigo. Don't get involved." Urahara's eye's glazed over in anger. Now he was involving a fifteen year old, boy?

"Sorry. too late. I already have. Well it's complicated." Kisuke's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Complicated how?"

"I guess I have to start from the beginning don't I? Well here goes nothing." He looked directly into their eyes. ' This might take a while, so you might want to pay attention. I don't want to have to explain this more than once."

And with that said, Ichigo began telling his story, " I guess I have to clarify that I'm from the future first. Well, not exactly. My future self came to me and merged his powers and memories with mine, so now I have the memories of events that haven't occurred yet. That all happened a few days ago. When I entered my first year of high school, I was visited by a shinigami who game me her powers so that I could protect the family from a hollow. I ended up having to save her life multiple times from Aizen and the Soul Society because somebody- Kisuke- placed a thing called the Hogyoku inside of her. Anyways after training and learning bankai in three days, I managed to save her, but it was too late. Aizen had taken two other captains with him in an attempt to take over the world. He wasn't to kill the spirit kind. Throughout the years Aizen would come and go. No one was strong enough to face him though- especially not after he fused with the Hogyoku. I was just a high schooler, but I was the only one who could stand a chance against Aizen. But the Winter War lasted ten years, and Aizen just kept getting stronger. A lot of people died..." Ichigo had to keep himself in check, " A ton of people died. Kisuke and I were some of the only people left, so He sent me back to save everyone before it was too late. Back to before Aizen fused with the Hogyoku."

"So how old are you now?" Isshin spoke up. He knew that his child hadn't been the same in a long while, and it made sense now.

"I'm 25, but I'm in a fifteen year old's body."

"But you're still just a kid, How could Aizen get you involved in something like this?"

"You know Dad, we're all told at some point in time that we can no longer play the children's game, we just don't… don't know when that's going to be. Some of us are told at fifteen, some of us are told at forty, but we're all told. I was just needed at a younger age than most. It's not anyone else's fault for getting involved other than mine."

He looked over at Kisuke who seemed abnormally shocked for the normally composed man.

"How could I send you back?"

"Look, it was for the better Kisuke. I don't mind. I also wanted this." Ichigo reassured

But Kisuke wasn't buying it. He had done some horrible things in the past, but he never had the gall to send a kid back to save him. It was so selfish, and even if Ichigo said that he wanted this too, he could tell how much the kid was hurting inside. he could never forgive himself for that.

TO BE CONTINUED