Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, nor do I own the characters within. Now that we have that covered, this story will be rated M because of death, gore, language, and some sexual stuff later on. If you do not like this, please leave. Thank you, and enjoy the fic.

Ichigo Kurosaki looked around his room as he woke up from his nightmare. He was six years old, and wanted to run into his parents' bed and find comfort with them. He padded out of his room, when he heard a noise. It was from the living room. Thinking it was his father getting finished with a patient or his mother getting a drink of water, he innocently walked down the stairs and into the room. Standing there were two men, who tossed all of the Kurosaki's expensive possessions into a bag. Ichigo knew that they weren't supposed to be there, and was about to shout for his parents when one of the thieves spotted him. The thief grabbed the orange haired boy's arm and got in his face.

"Okay brat, before you go shouting for mommy and daddy, know that me and my partner have guns, and we will shoot you if you cross us." He hissed out. Ichigo's brown eyes filled with fear and began to tear up.

"Now then, go and take us to a vault or something. Your parents must have something where they keep their valuables." The other thief said. The first thief let go of the child' arm and pulled out a silver pistol, and gestured for Ichigo to go up the stars. He walked up them, whimpering slightly. Ichigo was told to go into his parents' room and go into the safe. Ichigo walked in, and was tempted to wake his parents up when the first thief cocked his gun and pointed it at him. Ichigo walked into his parents' closet and sure enough, there was a small safe. The child fumbled with the combination until, through luck, he managed to open the vault. He grabbed up all the shiny jewelry and anything that looked expensive. He knew what he was doing was bad but he wanted to live.

Once he felt that he had enough valuables, he tip toed out of the closet and handed them to the thieves. The thief sneered and pressed his gun to Ichigo's chest. "Is this the best you can get?" He said to the boy, keeping his voice down so he wouldn't wake up the parents. Ichigo nodded with fear clearly written on his face. The second thief saw another door, the door to Yuzu and Karin's room. He smiled at his partner.

"Hey kid, go in there and get all the good stuff." He said, keeping his gun locked on Ichigo. The orangette whimpered and went into his sleeping sisters' room. He looked around and was about to grab something when Yuzu sat up looking at her older brother.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Ichigo held a finger up to his lips to show her she needed to be quiet. She was about to nod and go back to bed when she caught the gleam of the silver guns in the thieves' hands. Yuzu's eyes widened and she turned to Ichigo.

"Yuzu, I need you to be quiet." Ichigo said to his sister while grabbing the small silver figurine and handing it to the first thief. Yuzu connected the dots, and did what any child would do: She shouted for her parents help.

"DADDY! MOMMY!" She shouted. The thieves turned to Ichigo.

"You little shit, stop her!" They said to him. Ichigo tried to explain himself, saying that he couldn't do anything. His parents ran to the daughters' room right when the first thief shot his gun, sending a bullet into young Ichigo's chest. Masaki screamed when she saw Ichigo collapse and the second robber turned to the one that had fired his weapon.

"What the fuck, dude? You just killed a fucking kid!" he said. Isshin ran at top speed towards first thief and buried his fit in the robber's stomach. The criminal fell to his knees and the enraged father pried the gun from his hands. The second thief held his hands up, not wanting to meet the same fate as his partner. Isshin turned over to look at Masaki, who was holding Ichigo's body close to her chest, tears pouring down her face. Isshin started crying as well and collapsed next to his wife. Yuzu and Karin, who were too young to understand what death was, simply watched in confusion.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Yuzu asked. She was also wondering why her older brother was somehow sleeping with his eyes open, but she didn't want to ask that.

Masaki looked at her daughter. "Your brother is gone, Yuzu. He died." She said tearfully.

The twins looked at each other. "It means that he won't be with us anymore. You know when your father's patients don't move or breathe anymore? It's like that." She said, her voice shaking.

The sisters began to cry now. After a moment to gather himself, Isshin called to police and told them what happened. The officers showed up and took the thieves into custody and took the body of Ichigo Kurosaki to be examined. They explained to the crying Kurosaki family that when the body was done being examined, that they would make arrangements for a funeral.

One week later, the Kurosaki family watched as the coffin holding Ichigo be lowered into the ground. He was put into a suit, and his hands were folded across his chest. Masaki, Yuzu, and Karin were all wearing black dresses and Isshin was wearing a black suit that matched his son's. It was cloudy and grey day, but the sky had yet to release its rain. Ichigo's coffin was then buried, and the family went home, trying to keep straight faces.

It was about an hour after the funeral when Karin tugged on her father's sleeve. "Yes, Karin?" he said to his black-haired daughter.

"Dad, didn't you saw that Ichigo was gone?" She said. Isshin nodded before saying "Yes. I'm sorry but that's just how life is sometimes." He said, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

"But big brother is right there." Karin said to her father, pointing to the other part of the room. Isshin's eyes widened. He crouched to Karin's eye level and cleared his throat.

"Karin, what does your brother look like right now?" the father said anxiously. Karin looked over to the part of the room before turning back to her dad.

"He looks pretty normal. He has this chain coming out of it his chest though." Isshin paled and then told his daughter that he needed to talk to Masaki and ran up the stairs. He opened the door to the room he and his wife shared. Masaki was crying over a picture of her son on the bed. She looked up at Isshin.

"Karin can see spirits." Isshin said. Masaki looked at her husband.

"What do you mean?" She said while wiping the tears away with the back of her hand.

"She sees Ichigo. It's not a child imaging her brother, she sees him with a Chain of Fate." Isshin said.

Masaki's eyes widened at this revelation and she gulped. "Do you think that Yuzu can see him?" she asked.

Isshin and Masaki went down the stairs to ask Yuzu, and spotted her sitting at the table talking to Karin.

"Yuzu, can you see Ichigo like Karin can?" Masaki asked carefully. Yuzu looked at her mother and bit her lip before answering.

"I can't see big brother like Karin can." Yuzu said. Masaki gave a sigh of relief until Yuzu then said "But I can hear him. I can hear him when he speaks, even though I can't see him. Is that bad?"

Masaki looked at her youngest daughter and gave her a hug. "It's not wrong, Yuzu. You and your sister just have some special gifts."

The day went on like normal, however Karin would occasionally speak to where Ichigo was. Isshin and his wife were getting ready to go to sleep when Isshin broke the silence. "Do you think we should get a Soul Reaper for Ichigo?" he asked. Masaki turned to look at him, glaring slightly.

"No. Ichigo's fine. We'll pray for his spirit and that should put him at ease. He has no reason to become a…" Masaki's voice trailed off. She couldn't bring herself to say that word in regards to her little boy's spirit. "Besides, we can't go to the Soul Society. They wouldn't help us."

"Kisuke would-" Isshin started to say only for Masaki to interrupt him.

"Isshin! I said no! Ichigo is fine, he'll make his way to the Soul Society soon." And with that, the conversation was over.