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A bleach fanFiction.

Warning! Morbid scenes and mild language.

Disclaimer! I do not own bleach, obviously!

Yo, back again, Second chapter up in two days! that's pretty good for me. Sorry they're so short, I haven't really though of a full body to the story yet, it's just sort of coming together as I go along. I forgot to mention in the last chapter that this is a slight AU fic, simply because until Tite Kubo figures out a way to give Ichigo his powers back I'm stuck winging it D;

No cutting in this chapter but please do not be offended if you see it, you were warned already and flames really don't make me feel good. :|

It was dark. So cold and dark. Was that water dripping? Ichigo blinked a few times trying to get his vision to return to him but nothing came into view, it was still dark. What was that! He flinched and held his hand close to his chest, something wet and slimy had just slithered across his skin and it was highly unpleasant. He brought his other hand up to his face and began to feel at his face, the reason for his blindness was soon apparent, he was blindfolded. But why? He tugged at the blindfold and immediately wished that he hadn't. He was standing in the midst of nothing. His feet where firmly planted to a rope that seemed to go on forever in either direction. What was this place? He blinked slowly as he tried to take in the surrounding area, it was so. . Nostalgic. Like in a way he had been here before but something was different. There were clouds swirling around him and it gave him a sense of weightlessness and for a moment he believed that if he fell he would just float into the clouds. So that's just what he did, he took a step from the rope but the moment he did the clouds when from white to black the sky whet from a peaceful blue to a sickening bloody red. He wasn't floating, he was falling, plummeting. He looked down to see what was below him and he saw a sea, a beautiful teal sea it looked warm and welcoming but the closer he came the darker the edges of his vision became and slowly red began to trickle into the beautiful teal color. It mixed until the waters looked black he tried to scream but nothing came out. His voice had fallen silent. The sudden impact didn't hurt at all, it felt more like he was being enveloped in velvet, soft, luxurious velvet. But when he opened his eyes once again he immediately shut them. The water was warm and it stung his eyes worse than chlorine. He tried to open his mouth but the liquid just rushed in and immediately he knew what this was. He was drowning, slowly being dragged down to the bottom of this never ending pit, a pit filled with warm, thick blood. Again he tried to scream but again all that came out was silence and his mouth was refilled with the copper substance. He wanted to vomit this was terrible he couldn't breathe and the feeling that he was sinking still hadn't faded even though he knew he had to have been in this dream for ages now. Tears stung his eyes and he could feel his head filling with thoughts and images from the expanse of his entire life. Was he dying? Was this really the end? He didn't know, he gave in, the invisible force pulling him further and further down until a sudden rush of air filled his lungs and he opened his eyes with a deafening cry. His cheeks were dry and flaky from tears and he quickly grabbed at his chest and held it tight breathing in deep breaths. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he blinked quickly as he tried to regain his focus. Had. . .Had that really just happened? It. .Felt so real. .

His worried eyes glanced at the alarm clock. 2:26am. Perfect. Good-bye sleep.

Ichigo jumped up at the sound of the alarm on his clock. His hand quickly making contact with the snooze button as he looked around the room then down to the little kiwi shaped clock. Eight o' clock! Shit! He was so late! This was so not good!

The loud bell rang through the halls, signaling that time was up, class was staring. Ichigo looked from left to right, the halls seemed to be empty but he knew they weren't, he had accidentally slept in and he just knew he was going to get caught, he could feel it. Even so he made a mad dash for the class room bolting down the hallways until the door was in sight he could almost feel the cold metal in his hand when he felt his movements halt and a jolt pulsed through him as he was yanked back by the collar of his shirt.

"And just where do you think you're going young man?" Shit, damn gym teacher. Ichigo's eyes fell upon the tall muscular male and he couldn't help but shudder, this really wouldn't end well.

"I'm sorry, I woke up late this morning. . ." Ichigo tried to sound as sincere as possible but it was hard to not say these words with a seer, he really wished he could just get this guy out of his face, his breath was rancid and smelled like dick, how foul. However, the strawberry teen wasn't stupid and he knew that in his current condition he wouldn't stand a chance.

"I don't want to hear that pansy ass whining, three days detention." His words were sharp and he glared at Ichigo as he released him and let him scamper away to lick his wounds. Ichigo rushed to his room and took his seat, still shaken from his earlier dream. He wasn't in the best of moods and his teacher was as dull as ever. He found his mind wandering and his hand found its way up his sleeve and to the freshly scabbed wounds. He scratched at the scab until it peeled back and blood rushed to the surface once again. Yep, still here. His gray sleeve quickly absorbed the liquid and he sighed, way to go idiot, satin your only non-ripped fall top.

"Kurosaki! What is the answer to number 12!" The teachers shrill feminine voice boomed in his thoughts and his chocolate hues lifted up quickly to see what exactly she was asking of him, it was odd really, he always had a knack for math. As he observed the equation he came to a slow realization and sat his head down on his desk but let his voice ring out loud enough for her to hear.

"It's a trick question, there is no answer when dealing with the division of pi." He didn't even bother to look at her, he could practically here the gape in her voice.

"Th-that's correct. . ." The ebony haired teacher was amazed that the strawberry teen was able to answer such an equation even though he had missed a majority of the school year due to his 'sickness.'

Ichigo inwardly sneered 'of course it is.' he could feel the minutes tugging at his mind, slowly driving him insane. It was like no matter how many times his mind tried to change the subject he just kept wandering back to those last few moments he had spent with his friends, his hollow, his zanpakto. . .He missed them all and his earlier dream really didn't help him feel any more secure about the situation.

His eyes darted up the the clock, two forty-four. . Just one more minute and he would be free for the next seventy-two hours. He chose to spend his last few minutes looking out the window staring at nothing in particular, just thinking about how empty he felt and how slowly he felt his mind slipping away from sanity. His musings didn't last long. . .

"ICHIGOOOOOO!" Kegio jumped up to glomp his friend but was deflected by a lazy arm put up in the air, Ichigo was really not in the mood for such childish things.

"What do you want?" His tone was cold and sharp, like a knife frozen in liquid nitrogen. Not pleasant at all.

"Ouch, what's with the venomous words there Ichi?" The brunette was so blissfully unaware of all of the pain that the poor teen had been through, it was almost laughable. "Well whatever, I wanted you to come with me somewhere!"

Ichigo turned his head to face his dim friend and cocked a brow at his offer.

"What kind of somewhere?" Usually Kegio's idea of somewhere involved a drunk party with his sister and that was never fun because then she went around with a buzz cutter and tried to give everyone a new haircut. It had taken Ichigo two months to grow that piece of hair back. . .

"Like this new club that opened up only for this month." This month currently being October Ichigo couldn't help but shudder at the idea, that only meant one thing. "It's a Halloween night club!" How. . Expected.

Ichigo's expression remained flat and he actually had half a mind to punch his friend on the spot and just leave but when Kegio saw the uninterested look on Ichigo's face the brunette knew he had to say something that would get his friend to feel better.

"There's going to be a lot of cute girls!" Obviously that didn't work. Ichigo grabbed his books and stood.

"Not interested." Ichigo rounded the corner of his desk only to be clung to by his annoying friend.

"Please Ichigooooo! It'll be sooo boring without you!" Even though Ichigo was shoving at the other male's face he still refused to let go, it seemed as though this was never going to end.

"For the love of God! If I say I'll go will you please get the hell offa me!" Ichigo all but snarled his words and just as they slid past his lips did he realize his mistake, god damnit. . . Kegio immediately let go and held his hands tight in front of him just below his chin, he looked creepy with that shit eating grin on his face.

"You'll need a costume~" The brunette's words seethed with something Ichigo didn't like the sound of. He knew that whatever it was that his friend was planning it wouldn't be good for his slowly depleting sanity.

After a long and grueling two hours of listening to Kegio convince him to come along Ichigo finally sat his books down on his desk and agreed, there was no winning with Kegio anyway. Ichigo walked over to his closet and looked through his clothes as Kegio mad himself at home on the ex-shinigami's bed. Of the large mass of clothes that Ichigo possessed he had a hell of a time trying to pick out what he wanted to wear. He sifted through row and row of pants and shits, hoodies and tank tops, shorts and capris. .It seemed like he would never find an outfit. That is until he stumbled upon the back of his oversized closet and a small smile tugged at his lips. He grabbed the outfit and quickly walked to the bathroom adjacent to his room, leaving Kegio all alone was not ideal but it had to be done for the moment.

As the Strawberry teen shut the door he sat his clothes down on the sink and looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He looked terrible. The dark areas around his eyes had darkened and his hair was a total mess. He gave a tentative sigh and reached down, grabbing his shirt by the hem and gingerly lifted it up being careful of his hurt arm. It was a vaguely easy task but he was still feeling the welcomed singe of the wounds. Once that task was complete he went about wiggling his way out of his school pants. Also a vaguely easy task, once all clothing was pooled in the floor he reached for the shirt on the sink, he lifted it above his head slipping his arms in before pulling it over. The pants came next, then the belt, socks, shoes and last but not least the strawberry teen decided that If he already looked the scruffy emo stereotype then he should just play along with it. He leaned in close to the mirror and pulled the eyeliner from the case of make-up Rukia had left behind, why she had left it Ichigo would never know but since it was there it was a shame to let it go to waste. After he was content with the heavy eyeliner he set to work on his hair, he stuck his fingers into the Axe hair gel he had sitting out on his counter. He spiked up his hair more than usual then turned to open the door.

His hand stuck to the knob and he paused and his chocolate eyes drifted to the closet where his box was stashed. He wanted to go over to it and stare into the contents for hours but. . .Something stronger beckoned him. He turned his gaze away from the direction of the box and opened the door only to be met with a pair of wide brown eyes.

"Ich-Ichigo? Wh-. . .what are you wearing?" Kegio put a hand to his mouth to contain his laughter. But the look Ichigo shot him shut him up quick.

"You told me to wear something interesting and eye-catching!" Ichigo tried to defend himself but somewhere deep inside he knew that this particular outfit was not what he had had in mind. His outfit bordered on the outrageous. His top, black with a white sloppy heart splattered on the front was a tad too short, or maybe his pants rode to low? Either way it was cute but looked better suited for a female. Just below his partially exposed belly a pair of whitewashed denim skinnies adorned his lower half, seemingly held on only by the oversized black and pink studded belt, whose belt buckle was a large hot pink skull. A small white bow topped the skull and a single chain hung down from his right belt loop. The only real reason he had worn the belt was because it matched his shoes, although he wouldn't admit it. His shoes where a pair of converse, they seemed pretty normal until one took a closer look and found that little hot pink kitties adorned the black fabric. And to top it all off his hair was spiked up in a teased manner and a small black choker adorned his neck.

Personally Ichigo though that he looked pretty damn good, so screw what Kegio said!

"I said Interesting and eye-catching not Fagatron." The brunette couldn't help the fit of giggles that bubbled past his lips and clung to the air. It was really odd seeing the usually stoic teen just bust out with something like that, Kegio wasn't even aware that Ichigo owned clothes like that!

"Hey! Qeerbo! You wanna get hit?" Ichigo spat his words at his bimbo friend who in turn covered his mouth to stop the annoying sounds.

"Alright, alright, cool your jets there. I was going to suggest that we go costume shopping but-" Kegio's words were broken up by giggles and held in laughs it was obvious to Ichigo what he was going to say and he was frankly sick of these jokes, he was allowed to wear just whatever the hell he wanted! Not to mention that this did not look faggy in the least!

"Don't go there if you want to keep the possibility of having children." Had he been any more serious death itself would have stopped to look at him. Kegio again tried to stop his laughter and for the time being seemed to contain it.

"Alright. . .Lets just go." Kegio bit his lip to stop himself, his cheeks were flushed with the withheld laughs and he had to pinch himself so as not to loose his cool when Ichigo stormed out and he saw just how tight the pants were. Not faggy? Someone was in denial,

Upon entering the building Ichigo wished that he had never agreed to come. It was dark. Very dark. How dark was it? The only light in the entire building was the black lights above the bar and the strobe lights and glow-sticks out in the orgy of a crowd. Kegio patted Ichigo on the shoulder and told him to have fun, he then disappeared into the crowd. It was gross really, the smell of sex and sweat were all in the air and the strawberry teen could feel the strobe light induced headache crawling up to him. Not to mention the crude choice of music. The only words he could pick up through the hard beats were; 'Got a monster in my pants, and if you ever get the chance gonna jam it down your throat watch you gasp for air and choke.' This song may have repeated the words 'scream for my Ice-cream' but he very obviously was not singing about ice-cream. He needed a drink. . .Bad.

He turned around and made his way to the bar ignoring all of the looks he was getting whether they were good or bad he couldn't tell, not like he cared anyway, no one in this rank club could compare to the ones he used to love. . .Way to go, bring up forgotten memories why don't you? Ichigo inwardly cursed himself, his peppy attitude lost to the thoughts of the past. Now he really needed a drink. He pushed past the crowd at the bar and plopped down in an unoccupied seat. He put his head down on the counter and waited for someone to wait for him.

"Yo, can I help ya?" A sickly sweet voice pushed its way into Ichigo's mind and for some reason it sounded familiar but he didn't bother looking up.

"Yeah, I'll have whatever tastes best." Ichigo's weak reply just barely sounded above the bass and it was a wonder that the bar tender even heard him. It was less than three minutes when the male came back and plopped a fruity smelling drink down in front of him, this time the red-head did look up and when he did, hell froze over.

It wasn't possible. He scrubbed his eyes with his hands as if he was trying to rub a foreign object from them, when he returned his gaze to the male he couldn't help but stare. Pure white tresses trailed down past his shoulders and sharp smoky eyes stared down at the strawberry teen. His feral irises the most beautiful of any midnight moon. It had to be a trick of the light, he was dreaming, it was the liquor that he hadn't even tasted. There had to be a reason.

"Sh-Shiro?" Ichigo's voice broke the thick, awkward silence. The other male just stared at him for a moment with a look of sheer confusion plastered on his face as if he had just been confronted with a very hard question.

"Uh. . Yeah? How do you know my name?" The male crossed his arms and raised a brow in a suspicious manner. The thing that boggled his mind the most was that no one had called him that since . . . Well since he started this job and only a few people knew it. Granted he couldn't remember much aside from the last four months but when he woke up in the hospital bed the doctors told him that he had been in a terrible comma and that he might have suffered from slight amnesia. In all actuality he was lucky to have remembered his own name. "Did I go to school with you or something? You don't look very familiar."

:3

Mwhahahaha. . .Cliffhangers.

How will Ichigo React? What happened to poor Hichi? All these answers and more will be revealed when I feel like wrting the next chapter! :D

So, love it? Hate it? Want to spit in it's face and toss it to wild animals? Let me know! Reviews are always welcomed and constructive critisim is always the best!