A/N: I am a story juggler. I told myself not to do that when I first started writing :(

Anyway, I was watching Memories of Nobody again and I became officially obsessed with IchiSenna. They do NOT get enough appreciation. I mean, I know there's practically an army of IchiRuki fans but still. Ichigo and Senna make such an awesome couple. Rukia's too...cold for Ichigo. He needs someone cheerier, but not too cheery coughOrihimecough. So yeah, personal opinions here.

This is T for now, but it's a pretty intense T. It would be M but I don't think stories should be M unless they have actual sex or a LOT of gory violence/drugs/alcohol.

My first IchiSenna story and my first story this...intensely romantic, so be nice. Please?

I don't own Bleach. If I did, Senna would be part of the actual manga, Orihime would bring Ulquiorra back to life, and heal Grimmjow so they can kick some more ass. And Gin would definitely live. PLEASE Tite Kubo. LET GIN LIVE.

Timeline: Aizen has been defeated and the movie has already occurred (after Aizen's defeat. I know it was actually supposed to occur after the Soul Society Rescue Arc) except no one but Ichigo and Kon remembers so to everyone but Ichigo and Kon the movie didn't happen.

Completely despicable, since he knew that if he caught wind of someone doing what he was doing to his precious Yuzu and Karin that he would not hesitate to kill them quite painfully and slowly. Involving rusty needles, his inner hollow, and hours of making the sick bastard listen to Ishida about fashion, and sewing and how zippers were superior to buttons or whatever the hell Ishida liked to talk about when it came to buttons.

Yet he continued.

Crouching within the tree's heavy and dense branches, he peered desperately through the leaves turning orange and yellow and red with time as summer fell to autumn. The moon illuminated the scene dimly, casting shadows though Ichigo paid no heed to such trivial details. His smoldering amber eyes were fixed on a second story window, light pouring out of the room and onto the grassy yard below. Carefully and silently, he crept along the thick branch like a cat to get closer to the object of fixation. He knew she would be several more minutes until she returned to her room as it was only 10 o' clock. It was Thursday after all. Thursday was the one of the days she preferred to shower; along with Saturday, Sunday and Tuesday, with the occasional relaxing bath on Fridays. Fingering the silk red ribbon on his wrist in anticipation, he fidgeted impatiently. Zangetsu shifted against his taunt shoulders as he moved. Finally, he saw the door open through the window, and he took extra care to conceal himself, forgetting that she couldn't see him. Staring openly through the window from behind the autumn leaves, he watched intently as she spun across the room cheerfully, coming to a swinging halt in front of her vanity. Smiling, she removed her violet tinted hair from a fluffy red towel and picked up a hairbrush. She carefully began to work the brush through the little and few knots that her hair had created and soon her damp hair was straight and smooth. Ichigo leaned forward, mouth dry and his tongue darted out to lick his suddenly parched lips. The rough but thin fabric of his shihakusho teased his straining member as he noticed water seep through the thin fabric of her nightdress from her hair, leaving it partially transparent. Flouncing off, she skipped towards her bed and jumped on the mattress giggling. Heated eyes watched as the flimsy little nightdress fly upwards gently to reveal creamy thighs. Climbing under the covers and switching off her lamp, she snuggled into her pillow happily and slid her passionate orange eyes shut.

Ichigo stared at the dark window for a long time afterward. Finally, about after 30 minutes (the time it usually took for her to completely fall asleep) he leaped out of his hiding spot and jumped on the air to her window. He slid it open (she never locked it) and ghosted into the room. He never paid attention to what was inside, but if he glanced around he would see a dresser, a vanity table and a desk. However, he did not glance around the room since his complete attention was focused on her. She slept on her side, snoring so gently it was endearing and not really snoring, just heavy breathing. The thin strap of her nightdress on her left shoulder had slid down and his hands twitched and his eyes darkened with burning passion. His sandals padded the wooden floor softly as he approached her bed. He knelt down and was eye level with her slumbering and peaceful face. Her sweet smelling hair filled his olfactory sense with the delicious smell of strawberries as it's damp strands stuck to her neck and shoulders, a few even falling forward towards her chest, which rose and fell sensually with each breath. Like every night since the day on the bridge, he traced her form with his eyes and leaned forward, nose gently brushing her cheek and she squirmed closer to him in instinctive response. His eyes slid closed as he memorized the feel of her soft skin, the damp coolness of damp plum hair, and the soft music of her gentle breath. His fingers ghosted lovingly and playfully up her bare arm and she giggled. He sighed.

"...Senna..."

Rukia leaned back in her closet and checked her soul pager's clock.

It was currently 3 AM, and Ichigo still wasn't home.

Rukia was getting worried. Sure, Aizen was defeated thanks to Ichigo finally coming to terms with his hollow and Zanpaktou and unlocked his true potential, but things were still off. Rebellious Arrancars that served Aizen and still managed to survive occasionally plagued Karakura. It was enough to once again have her permanently stationed in the reiatsu rich town and she kept close to Ichigo at all times to be ready for the impending action. But...

...Several weeks after Aizen's defeat, Ichigo began to act...odd.

One day he was his perfectly cocky scowling self. The next he was reserved and forlorn. He didn't talk to anyone, he barely ate, and Rukia could hear him thrashing in his bed whimpering as nightmares plagued his rest. His eyes became shadowed, and his hair became several degrees paler. And he began listening to angsty western love songs.

Ichigo.

Listening to love songs.

Angsty love songs.

What was happening to the universe?

Rukia had absolutely no idea what was wrong with him, for she had never seen him in such a pitiful state nor would he tell her anything except, "I'm fine." or "None of your damn business". Not even her usual motivation kicks to his head worked. It was utterly frustrating, especially after talking to Inoue.

"He's sad." She said simply, smiling brokenly, a common occurrence now that she had been rescued from Las Noches and Aizen's clutches. Rukia still didn't know what happened on that dome, and Ishida, Inoue and Ichigo certainly weren't telling, but whatever it was must have been severe.

Because Inoue didn't love Ichigo anymore.

She still treated him like everyone else, but sometimes when his back was turned, Rukia would catch Inoue staring miserably at his back, her eyes screaming, "Why?". Rukia had no idea what for, but she sometimes caught Inoue staring at Ishida too, her eyes whispering, "Thank you," and had a new and odd interest with bats and demons and legends involving the sort. She also seemed to really like Dracula and talk about how he wasn't such a monstrous bastard, and he had a wife, and didn't he deserve a second chance? Rukia had a feeling that Orihime was talking about something else when she spoke of this.

Still, 'He's sad', didn't really clarify anything and Duh. What was he sad about? Everyone survived the war, thanks to Inoue's healing-rejection powers, even Ichimaru. Why she spared the creepy bastard was beyond Rukia, but Matsumoto had been so happy. Ichigo had nothing to be sad about.

Then, one day, he changed back. He scowled at everyone, he ate Yuzu'z meals with his usual reserved enthusiasm, called her 'midget' and insulted her drawings, and punched Keigo when he was being a annoying nitwit.

That was also when he started vanishing at night. Every night he would put Kon in his body, and leave the Kurosaki residence telling Rukia that he would be patrolling for hollows, and that he could handle it alone, stupid midget. Then he would leap out the window, and shunpo out of sight and Rukia wouldn't hear him return until about 6 hours later, 5 if she was lucky. Rukia also couldn't follow him, since the idiot decided to finally learn to conceal his reiastu so she couldn't find him when he left. Bastard.

There was a click and the sound of metal sliding. Ichigo had come back. She heard shuffling and muffled protests as Kon was woken up and put back into his plushy form. After the sounds of their usual scuffle, she heard the springs of the mattress creak as Ichigo climbed into bed. Waiting a few minutes, she cracked her closet door open and slid nimbly to the floor. Glaring at Kon, who was muttering mutinously but shut up pretty quick, she moved to Ichigo and looked at his sleeping face. He looked normal, smelled normal, sounded normal. Everything seemed absolutely perfect.

But Rukia was a Kuchiki. And she knew that perfection was a lie.

The perfect mask and alibi.

Kon could smell the woman on Ichigo every night when he jumped up to the window and returned home. Occasionally, like tonight, the smell was stronger. A smell of strawberries and cool autumn breeze and what Kon was pretty sure was coco butter. Kon knew Ichigo was sneaking out every night to see her again. The Senna girl. Yes, Kon remembered her. He was a modsoul, and his memories were recorded into the pill capsule that was him and could not be taken away or forgotten like Nee-san or Urahara's memories. He remembered the Senna girl, and he knew she was the one Ichigo snuck out to see.

Which, while perfectly understandable, was very odd. Ichigo had Nee-san, so why did he bother with some former Shinen-thingy?

Ichigo stared dully ahead as Occhi-sensei continued to lecture the class of now Second Year students. He checked the cloak impatiently. It read 11 o' clock. He mentally groaned. He needed it to be lunch. His fingers drummed the desk impatiently. He checked the clock again.

...It was now 11:01. Ichigo's right eye twitched in sheer irritation and desperation. He needed to see her. She attended a private school on the other side of town, and they had lunch around the same time as Karakura High, so he often put Kon in his body during lunch and headed over there to see her. Another glance at the clock.

...11:03.

Hurry up, you fucking piece of shit. Ichigo growled from within his head at the traitorous clock.

Ichigo's Hollow stared at the dull landscape that was Ichigo's head. The regular blue sideways buildings were all in place, Zangetsu was standing on his flagpole looking worriedly at the sky and Hollow Ichigo stared around bored, also glancing at the sky. The peaceful clouds were darkening and wind buffeted the two's clothes insistently as Ichigo grew more and more irritated. Hollow Ichigo sighed loudly. "Stupid King." He muttered, standing up and trudging away from Old Man Zangetsu he decided to go to the park.

The park was a new addition to the sideways city and was Zangetsu and Hollow Ichigo's little personal haven for two reasons.

One, it had lots of color. It was grassy, with big oak trees and the ground was littered with crunchy autumn leaves that were really fun to push into a pile and jump into. There were slides, swings, see-saws, climbing structures, carousels, a duck pond, and a bunch of other neat stuff that Hollow Ichigo didn't know the name of.

And two...it wasn't sideways.

The park was an oddity in Ichigo's inner world since it was the right side up. To get to the park, you had to run along the sideways buildings and when you finally reached the sidewalk leading into the park, the world lurched and you became flipped to normality. It was like entering another world within Ichigo's world since the park and the city had gravity pulling them in different directions. Sometimes Hollow Ichigo would see Zangetsu defying gravity by standing on a tall building's flagpole's end perfectly and not falling to his death, while Zangetsu would see the exact same thing with Hollow Ichigo only he was playing and exploring the expanding park.

The leaves crunched underneath his feet as the wind blew irritably, stirring up the autumn leaves and Hollow Ichigo dismissed the activity of leave jumping. He grabbed the carousel's handle instead and ran in a circle and ran and ran before jumping on and he spun fast and faster until the spinning slowly stopped and Hollow Ichigo felt extremely dizzy and flushed. Laying spread eagled on the carousel's clear flat surface and staring at the irritable sky, he remembered when the park first appeared. It was soon after they met Queen.

Hollow Ichigo had never met or seen the Queen, but King must really like Queen if she managed to inspire an entire park within his world. When Queen vanished, their world was drowned in water again and the park remained but withered up. The grass died, the trees went bare, the duck pond dried up and emptied of birds, and the playground rusted away and dulled. There were no leaves to jump in, the swing's fragile rusted chains snapped when he sat down and the carousel moved jerkily.

But Hollow Ichigo didn't really think that mattered since Queen was back and the park was full of life again. Hollow Ichigo squinted against the sudden radiance of the bright sun and the wind died down to a excited eager breeze.

Lunch time.

Ishida watched as Ichigo bolted from the room immediately as the bell rang, shoving people roughly out of the way. Sighing, Ishida packed his books and stood up from his chair and picked up his bag to meet Inoue-san, Sado-san, and Kuchiki-san for lunch. While in the past he would have been repulsed with sitting with a shinigami for lunch, he decided to just give up by now. Curse him and his unquenchable weakness for women with large eyes. Damn them.

He approached the three other members of 'Team Ichigo', or as Ishida preferred, 'Team Karakura-since Kurosaki is NOT our leader because we'd have to be total morons to have that idiot as our leader, not matter how insanely powerful the bastard is'.

However, due to it's length, everyone stuck to Team Ichigo.

Shame.

Team Karakura (NOT Team Ichigo) was talking about (who else?) Kurosaki. As usual. Well, Inoue-san and Kuchiki-san were discussing him and Sado-san just stood there listening. One good thing came from Kurosaki's absence and that was Ishida was becoming fluent rather quickly in the art of talking to Sado-san via eye contact. Ishida caught his eye.

"Do you know where Ichigo went?" Ishida shook his head. Chad grunted, which was the equivalence of a worried muttering of the word Shit. Ishida turned to the girls who were rabidly fretting over Ichigo. Well, Kuchiki-san more than Inoue-san.

Ishida and Inoue-san at first thought they knew what the hell was wrong with Kurosaki. They thought that the whole Dome Incident had finally caught up and he was doing a standard Kurosaki Guilt Trip ™ . Deciding that was what was wrong with him, they decided to keep it short and blunt to whoever asked. However, when one day he miraculously became normal, they determined that Kurosaki was dealing with a whole new set of problems since Kurosaki Guilt Trips ™ were strong and Kurosaki didn't get over them that suddenly. It was a very gradual and angsty process. Ishida sighed and silently led the group to the roof and lunch. They got to the roof to see Ichigo's body waiting for them, eating his lunch, his legs stretched out languidly. He turned to them, and Kurosaki's face seemed much younger without his normal scowl.

"NEE-SAN!" Kon yelled ecstatically, lunging towards Kuchiki-san before grunting in emotional and physical pain as Kuchiki-san's foot implanted itself firmly in Kon's face. Ishida sweatdropped (metaphorically) at the usual display and Inoue-san giggled uncertainly.

Ichigo flew over Karakura's streets with a speed that would make Yoruichi impressed. He even considered donning his mask to gain even more speed but that would alert several curious people to where he was going, and that would just be plain awkward. I mean, what would he say, "Oh, I'm just traveling across town to watch the young teenage female that I'm hopelessly in love with from behind a fence in my spirit form"?

Yeah, that's what he thought.

It was better this way, Ichigo thought. I mean, sure, he was driving himself slowly insane and condemning himself to a afterlife in Hell but still. His friends and family didn't know he was turning into an obsessive pervert and Senna didn't know she was being stalked by a Shinigami.

Or so he thought.

Kokawa Senna was different in many ways from her peers. For starters, she was very cheerful and stubborn and probably a little crazy. She liked to run instead of walk, and often spun around in circles for no reason while running. She loved heights and the Karakura River and the color red. Another thing different about her was that she could see what she figured were dead spirits. I mean, what else could people walking around with broken chains on their chests be?

Yeah, didn't think so.

And she had a vivid imagination. It was full of swords, and people in black, and a mysterious group working alongside an army of white blobs with red pointy hats and him. Senna couldn't remember his name. When she dreamed it was always silent except when he screamed. It was because of her bizarre imagination that she had no friends and was one of her schools most ostracized students. She didn't care that much, because she knew the world was bigger than that and if she felt down she would climb a high place and she would feel good again. Heights had a certain charm about them so that when you go somewhere high everything all weird and messed up suddenly seemed crystal clear. He had commented about it once; wondering why she liked heights so much. Senna found it funny that every thought in her head could always go back to him. The tall teen wearing the black uniform with the sword the size of his body on his back, amber eyes smirking and orange hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

She skipped down the halls humming happily, and spinning in a circle she came to a stop in front of a large oak tree. She plopped down in the leaves shadows and began to eat her lunch thoughtfully. She wondered if Stalker-san would be back today. Senna had never seen Stalker-san, and half the time she was sure that Stalker-san was part of her wild imagination. But often she would feel a presence that was heavy and strong but caressed her body so gently. She would feel it especially at night, where it's gentle and playful touch would tease her in the most innocent and naughty places. But every time she woke up it was gone. As she ate her lunch (Kya~! Sushi!) she heard something rustle. She looked around curiously. Nothing. She shrugged and continued to gobble her lunch down happily. She had art next, which was her favorite class. Yay!

Ichigo blood froze as his foot rustled some leaves and he stood extra still as Senna turned around to look in his direction curiously. She deemed it unimportant (or at least not as important as lunch) and continued to eat. Breathing a bit easier and remembering that she couldn't see him, he peered around the corner of the school building again. Her soft plum hair was no longer damp and curtained her face like the softest silk. Her creamy skin was flushed happily and her plump lips smiled as she chewed her sushi lunch. Her large orange eyes sparkled with thought as she lost herself in another world. Ichigo's stomach clenched with a burning hunger not at all involving food as his eyes roamed over her petite form. The moss green jacket of her uniform fitted perfectly and emphasized every delicious curve. The short pleated brown skirt showed off her flawless milky legs to the point where it should have been illegal and her high brown socks flaunted her calves sexily. The white shirt under the jacket and bright magenta bow tie topped her beauty perfectly by casting an veil of innocence to make her appear even sexier; at least to Ichigo. Ichigo's ears twitched as the bell rang in the distance and watched as Senna bounced up and put her eaten lunch into her school bag and run back to class with her arms stretched out like a plane. Ichigo watched keenly as she pushed the doors open and he jumped into the air. Running around the school he finally found the window to her art classroom, just in time to see he twirl inside and deposit her bag onto her desk.

Senna smiled and hummed to herself as she walked around the art classroom and to her assigned easel. She had already gathered a assortment of orange, black, red, and white paint and was ready to finish her painting of him. Still humming, she looked out the open window absentmindedly, only to come face to face with him.

He was in that black uniform with his sword slung over his back. His bright hair was a little longer now, a little more shaggy and messy but it made him look even more ruggedly handsome. His loose uniform blew in the gentle wind and did nothing to hide his lean and muscular physique. Large calloused hands hung limply at his sides and Senna blushed heatedly for the inappropriate thoughts that burst into her head about what he could do with his hands. His intense and heavy amber eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly, a tint to his tan cheeks. Then...he vanished. Senna threw her head out the window desperately. "Wai-!" Her call was cut off as a pair of warm and rough lips crashed on hers. Her orange eyes widened as a warm tongue swiped her already gaping lips before it delved into her mouth, where it slowly and sensually explored. A fiery calloused hand cupped her cheek, it's partner squeezing her hip teasingly. She moaned softly, feeling heat between her thighs and in her lower stomach and he echoed her heated moan lowly. Her hands rose to grasp his broad shoulders and pull him closer, but he vanished as suddenly as he came in a whirl of cool air and Senna was left hanging out the window of her art classroom with heated eyes and cheeks and swollen lips and panting for air. She heard the door slide open.

"Hey Kokawa," sneered her worst enemy, Kaneko Takara, the queen of Karakura Private High School. "what are you doing? Contemplating suicide to end your pitiful and useless existence?" Senna merely continued to gaze out the window.

"...Just enjoying the view."

A/N: Ta da. Review and be nice. My first type of...yeah. If you review Chibi Ichigo will give you sushi. Mmmmm...sushi.