Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction ever so please bear with me I am soo nervous right now. As you can see this is an AU fanfiction hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own bleach. Please I will totally ruin it if I did.

Chapter 1

"Damn it! What the hell is that noise!" mumbled the young man from under the covers of his bed. He is close to his breaking point. He hasn't had a good night sleep in over a mouth.

Why you ask? Well it's really quite simple. The reasons to his distress are the dreams he has been having. If anyone reading this is slightly disappointed with this I am gravely sorry but I am just stating the facts.

Although he denies it he can't help the horrific images of that one faithful night that flash through his sleeping form every time he closes his eyes. This isn't the first time this has happened. He had had these dreams for over a year after the dreaded incident but they eventually went away. Now they are back once more.

The reason why well that's part of the problem. Nobody knows for certain. Although these dreams are slightly different from the ones he has had before. Every time he wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night he lays in bed for a while wondering what makes them so different. After an hour or so of wondering and getting no answer in return he gets frustrated and goes back to sleep.

"Ichigo wake up!"

"Mmm go away!"

'Ichigo wake up sweaty.'

Ichigo woke up in alarm. It wasn't because he was late for school or the fact that he fell off his bed and hit his head. Although that did save him from almost being kicked in the face by his dad who was currently standing on his bed rambling about something.

"Nice one my son I see that you have gotten quicker. That doesn't excuse you for being rude to your sister by not listening to her. And another…"

Ichigo's dad went on and on but Ichigo wasn't listening. He was still shocked from hearing that voice. Her voice.

"Oh Masaki what have we done to be plagued by such an unworthy son!"

"Ichigo get up! You're going to be late! Fine forget it! Why do I even bother?"

The screams from his father and sister got Ichigo out of his shocked. Now he was just angry.

"I'm going already! Geez!"

Ichigo took a quick shower, got changed, and went downstairs all while avoiding his father's kicks and punches. Seriously the old man even tried to go in the bathroom with him just so he can give him the proper "training" that Ichigo needs.

Luckily for him his father and to go to work at the clinic giving Ichigo a moment of peace. Only a moment of course.

"Look who finally decided to wake up. Had a nice nap sleeping beauty?" said Karin as she and Yuzu were heading out the door.

"Shut up. It seems I can't even sleep without being bothered by you guys," replied Ichigo.

"What's the matter Ichi-ni? Did your prince forget to give you your morning kiss?"

"Why you little…"

But before he can finish Karin and Yuzu ran out the door. Ichigo sighed and was ready to leave but just as he reached for the door handle he fell to his knees.

The pain coming from his head was too unbearable. His vision kept flashing images of that night like a slide show from a horror film until he couldn't take it anymore. He let out the scream that he was holding. His screams of pain and anguish rang throughout the house.

Isshin Kurosaki had heard screams coming from the house from his office and he quickly ran to the source. When he opened the front door to his house he couldn't believe what he saw.

He saw his son on the floor screaming like there was no tomorrow with tears brimming his eyelids. When Isshin got close to him and put his hand his son's shoulder Ichigo whipped his head in his direction.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

Ichigo looked at him with wide eyes full of fear and pain. His body wouldn't stop shaking as sweat ran down his face. His bright orange hair looked even more wild and untamed from Ichigo's constant pulling and tugging.

Isshin had only seen his like this only once before. He tried talking to him so he can calm him down but his words fell on death ears.

Ichigo looked at his father's worried face. He can see his lips move but no words were coming out. Ichigo's ears were at another place in another time. He tried desperately to get back on his feet.

'Hey! What do you think you are doing? You're going to get hurt!'

'Ichigo!'

*crash*

Ichigo hadn't noticed that during his attempt to get up he had knocked over a lamp. The sound of the glass breaking brought him back to his senses. His vision becomes clearer and now he can hear what his father is saying.

"Now look what you've done. I told you to stay down. I don't think it's wise to move right now Ichigo. Now tell me what happened. Why were you…?"

"Don't you ever stop talking old man?"

"What happened?" Isshin asked relieved but somewhat irritated by his son's reaction.

"Nothing. I guess I tripped and hit my head that's all"

"I hardly think that this is nothing. Now tell me what really happened!" Isshin shouted now even more irritated but then he lowered his voice and said more calmly, "Are you having the dream…"

"No! I told you already that I tripped!"

Ichigo got back up on his feet and went to the open door.

"Where are you going?" Isshin asked also getting on his feet.

"Where else? To school I'm already late as it is."

Isshin was about to argue but Ichigo had already left so instead he got the broom and proceeded to pick up the broken glass.

"Stubborn moron," he mumbled.

"He can at least pick up the mess he made! Unworthy son of mine just you wait when you get home I'm going to give you an extra beating so that you can learn some manners!"

He made an evil face and started to laugh uncontrollably.

A young boy on his bike that was able to see him due to the door being left open looked at him confused.

"What a weirdo," he said as he left.

Author's Note: I am sorry that it's short and I am sorry if any of the characters were OOC. I am not quite sure when I will update but I will make sure it will be soon. Maybe if you review the next button will magically appear.

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