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He woke up to warmth. He could feel the sun shining on his body, becoming a little too hot for him to bear. He scrunched up his face and blinked his eyes. The first thing the boy noticed was the steady throbbing in his brain.

"Tch!" He hissed, rubbing the lump on the side of his head. The second thing he noticed was that his forehead was sore; the same soreness you get from smiling for too long. 'What happened to me?'

Then, he came to a third realization. He had no clue where he was. No, wait, who he was. He sat up quickly, tangling himself up in the sheets that were covering him. 'What the hell am I doing here?' The teen thought, glancing around the room.

Suddenly, the door flew open. A tiny black-haired girl bounced in. "Ichigo! You're awake!" A man with tribal tattoos followed, picking at his teeth.

His eyes widened when he saw the confused boy sitting upright in his bed. "Ah, hey, you're feelin' better!" The red-head exclaimed as he walked over to him and slapped him on the back.

The kid gave him a deadpan look. "… and you are?"

"C'mon, Ichigo, that ain't funny. You already scared the shit outta us yesterday when that Hollow knocked you out."

"Excuse me? I don't know you people." 'Ichigo' scratched the side of his head that wasn't bruised.

The girl stepped forward, pushing the man aside. "Renji…" she whispered, "I don't think he's joking."

Renji looked at her stupidly. "Whadda ya mean 'not jokin'?"

"His eyebrows aren't furrowed." She pointed at Ichigo. He looked at the closet door absentmindedly, continuing to scratch his head.

"What if it's just Kon messin' with us, Rukia?" He commented, disbelieving of the lack of a scowl on the kids face. As if on cue, the stuffed lion ran into the room in a dress.

"NEE-SAN!!" He cried, flopping down on the floor and grabbing at her ankle. "SAVE ME FROM ICHIGO'S DEMON SISTER!!"

Rukia stared at the toy blankly, and glanced up at Renji. "I think we can rule out that possibility now, eh?"

Ichigo peered over the edge of his bed. "Whoa! What is that thing! How's it talking?!" He asked excitedly. His newfound Keigo-like energy was beginning to scare the pair.

After exchanging concerned looks, Renji and Rukia each grabbed an arm and lugged the teen downstairs to the hospital.

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A/N: Okay, keep the flaming down to medium-rare; this is my first fanfic up here. I know this is short, please dun kill meh! D:

Er, yeah. I thought I'd start off on this site with something that doesn't have any yaoi. lulz. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this chapter. X3