17 Ways of Erase and Rewind

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Special thanks to my Beta Chancewriter that makes my crazy ideas understandable and readable. You're THE best!

Warning: I'm a manga addict, so this story is up to date with manga 421: Decide 23, which means SPOILER ALERT. A/N in the bottom, italics plus quotation marks (" ") are for thoughts, and just little cursing but nothing major.

Yes, I said its fine before,
but I don't think so no more
I said its fine before
I've changed my mind
I take it back…

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Prologue

Even more than the horrible images that he had been a witness to; the thing that overwhelmed Hirako Shinji the most was the salty and rusty smell of blood. He was on the top of a broken building holding what was the most precious to him – Hiyori. She wasn't dead, but her breathing was getting shallower and shallower with every second that passed.

"ICHIGO! What the hell is it taking you so long?" He screamed something his subconscious has telling him, but he wasn't sure what was happening. A medical term that someone would use would be that he was in shock.

Who else could help her? None. None beside Orihime. The redhead was the only solution he could think of. He needed Ichigo to bring the girl right about now or else…

He clutched Hiyori closer to him. He would give anything for her to be okay; his reiatsu, his mind, his body, even his life, everything if it was a guarantee that the blonde girl in his arms would be fine.

There was something wet on his face. Her blood? His tears? Or his sweat? He didn't really know, and he didn't care.

He closed his eyes once again. He didn't love her as much as he told her when they were alone, he could admit it now; when it comes to the little blonde he was a cowardly, useless liar. How ironic, she had been right all those times when she had called him a thousand of colorful names.

Shinji was a smooth talker, not a doer like her. He didn't prove to her with any actions that the words he told her everyday several times at day behind closed doors were true. In the past, he was unable to prevent her from the sad feelings that ruled her soul when Hikifune left her. He wasn't strong enough to save her when the Hollowfication occurred or when she was hurt by Tosen's sword. He wasn't capable to help her fight her Hollow in her inner world. He was powerless at her nightmares of every night no matter how tight he held her while she tried to sleep, and now this happen…

A solid prove he was not qualified to be her protector.

Hikifune had screw up when she asked him to look after the girl trusting his hidden public relationship -the one she was fully aware not by mention of any of them- was enough to make her safe.

His so called love had only brought her trouble.

So he opened his eyes and looked directly at her dilated, light brown eyes, the pits of hell he had called them several times. He was mistaken. It was a pool of honey and love. So, if she made it, if everything worked out in the end, he would prove to her how much he cared for her, for real this time. He would erased and rewind her life with his future actions. Every single bad circumstance she had suffered because of him would be sent to oblivion, and would be replaced by a new, better and endearing one.

"So if ya wanna watch the show, you have to stick around, bokke. I'm sure you of all people would have a lot of fun at my expense" He mentally told her.

But even if for some miracle the crappy Shinigami representative had a pound of brain, and brought with him Orihime-chan, and Hiyori was safe he would have to get rid of the person who had caused everything to fall apart since the beginning – Aizen.

He looked up with fury in his eyes. His former Fukutaichou was standing in the air next to Ichimaru. After Aizen, Ichimaru will be his exclusive prey.

Aizen looked at him with contempt in his gaze.

"I like that look" He said staring at the blonde holding Hiyori "I feel like I'm seeing eyes that been dull for a hundred years come back to life, Hirako Shinji"

It was a promise, if they made it, and Aizen was long beaten and forgotten, he would show her what his love really was, he could swear it on her and her sandal.

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A/N: NEW STORY PEOPLE! This idea has been going round and round in my head, so here we go.

Each chapter will be something Shinji would do for her, for her safety, her feelings or her well being, trying to erase a bad memory. Honestly it can be anything. Something as meaningful as saving her against Ulquiorra or little as giving her a piece of gum (is only an example I'm fully aware my dear Ulqui is dead, goodbye to my last hope of liking Orihime. I shipped them just so you know *winks*).

17 will be the number of chapters, and I decided on this number because it was the only decent number with any significance between the two I could actually be committed to write (69 minutes or 100 years were just crazy talk), and I come up with this lovely number adding both of their former squads: 12 + 5 = 17… tadah!

And the erase and rewind part is the title of one of the best songs from the late 90's made by The Cardigans. Honestly, the title took me about a week to figure out because I was sure on the number, but not on the second part, so in one point this story had like 10 different names, and I didn't like like any. However, today after work I've been hearing a lot of old music, and this song came into my iTunes playlist and I thought that my muse hadn't failed me.

Obviously, the prologue that you guys are reading is set in the fake Karakura Arc, just before Shinji and Aizen started to fight, but the rest in the story will be two days after Urahara sealed Aizen in his kidou. For my fictional evil plan everyone is in the Seretei -including Ichigo, all the humans, Urahara' crowd, and the Vizards- for healing purposes, and –I'm sorry I know I'm not being realistic here- NONE died, not even Hinamori –who I've been dying to kill-.

Another thing, this history even when it is going in a forward timeline is not exactly connected, the 17 chapter are just drabbles that can go independently from each other, but in ascending timeline.

So please give yourself time to read the first chapter, honestly, is not because I like to blow my own horn, but it came out really good, so please check it out.

See you there

Kate