Hello peeps! Been a long while.

Here is a new multi-chaptered fanfiction that I have been working on for a while now. Can't make any promises, but I will try my best to make it an enjoyable read.

It is set in the Bleach Universe- so Soul Society, shinigamis etc. exist. However, that is where the similarity with canon ends. It is not a continuation of the manga. No OCs either.

For those of you following 'Reaching Out To You', I have some unpleasant news. Its currently on hiatus till I get back my lost inspiration. But I will try getting those creative juices flowing!

Disclaimer- I think this is ridiculously obvious. Yet, for the sake of respecting the convention, I will go ahead and say that I do not own the masterpiece that is Bleach- a copyright of Tite Kubo.

Mine is a scattered dream of a far-off memory-

It was dark, dark all around. Every sound was muted, every colour washed out, all life silent. An endless void stretched all around, all about them, its depths intimidating enough to instil fear in the hearts of the brave.

And in this world, floating a good distance from each other, only the two of them existed. Him, the black sun, and her, the white moon. The two who would always be together, and yet be apart. The two who'd co-exist, but never unite.

He stretched out his hand, fingers nimbly trying to reach out for her. Something in him hesitated, seeing that pure, untainted white robe enveloping her lithe frame, those innocent eyes, that undefiled smile…

No, he couldn't. He couldn't drag her in his darkness, in his dark world of daunting fears and harsh reality. She was too pure, too virgin for him to do that.

But then her hand reached out, grasping his indecisive fingers. His eyes widened as her warmth began to flow into him, the heaviness in him beginning to disappear. And all the while she kept smiling, gently pulling him closer. The resistance in him began to weaken, the selfish part of him openly beginning to lust for the embrace that was to come.

And in that moment when their foreheads touched, when they both closed their eyes, delving in the feeling of oneness- he decided that nothing mattered as much as this moment in time and space did. Her fingers continued their feather like caressing, extending to his sunken cheeks and creased eyebrows. And all the while the sensation of warmth and security flowed into him, filling up the dark recesses within. His body ached with a yearning, a strange longing unlike anything he had ever known.

Was this what he had been missing all along? Was his consciousness beginning to awaken to long suppressed needs, needs that had been awaiting her presence all along?

Light, dewy twins of amber revealed themselves, gazing into the serene face of the angel before them.

Her face glistened with an ethereal shine, eyes closed in a youthful bliss. He could count the delicate eyelashes framing her pale eyelids, their length shadowing her skin. Those pink lips were settled in a beautiful smile, prettier than any woman he'd ever met in his life.

She looked so unreal, so angelic, that he just couldn't bring himself to touch her, touch her with those calloused fingers smeared in blood and tears. He was afraid, afraid that just one touch would shatter her, the manifestation of all the pureness and innocence this world had to offer. The one thing he had ever wanted, he had always longed for- he couldn't bear to destroy it due to his own greed.

Reality hit home when he realized no amount of serenity, happiness and completeness that this moment was making him illusion could change the fact that she was not his to be.

But even so, his eyes refused to leave her caricature. Even if all this was a dream, he never wanted to let go. Even if they had to stay this way, at this painful distance, he was willing to dream for life.

As long he'd get to have her by his side.

"Ichigo?"

And then amber eyes looked up, locking gazes with familiar amethyst ones.

Amber eyes shot open.

It was morning, the sunlight filtering in through the biscuit curtains of the window. Lazily propping himself on one elbow and rubbing his eyes, the young orange-haired man let out a monstrous yawn. He blinked once, twice before blindly reaching for the alarm by his bedside. A groan could be heard when his fumbling arms grasped the Romeo and Juliet hardbound instead, before reaching for the alarm and bringing it close to his face.

6:55.A.M.

The next moment his head hit the pillow, as he shut his eyes.

A few moments passed in which birds chirped, a stray barked and a few cars honked.

How long has it been?

A smiling face, a pout, violet eyes, rabbits, yellow sundresses and cherry blossoms flashed through his mind.

13 months.

A laugh rang in his ears, its echoes akin to the sound of dripping water. ' Your expression was priceless!'

The first time she laughed.

He opened his eyes, staring at the fan ceaselessly whirling overhead.

' See you someday, Ichigo.'

Memories of an all too quickly dawning day flooded his unwilling mind- the last time he saw her.

-And my memory a far-off memory of a scattered dream.

He smiled a crooked smile, its genuineness not reaching his eyes.

That idiot can't even lie.

He gave the innocently lying Romeo and Juliet edition a long, hard stare.

"Damn," Ichigo Kurosaki mumbled, getting up and scratching his hair- eyes still fixed on the hard-bound tragedy. "I knew it wasn't a good idea to fall asleep on Shakespeare."

I want to line up the pieces... your, and mine.

The quote is by Shiro Amano. With trivial modifications here and there.

So here it is! The prologue and a peak into the future.

Feedback would be appreciated! I would love to know your opinions. :)

Any grammatical errors, please let me know.

Till next time!