I'm hunting a ghost.

AN: This is my very first story, and i hope it isn't that bad... (i hope that my language isn't too crappy! Just school-english..) It's just an idea that circled my mind for quite a while, and i always wanted to try myself out, writing a fanfiction. Be honest with my. I'm happy about suggestions how to go on, critics, everything you've got! Throw it at me! :3

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach at all, Kubo Tite does. I'm jealous though..

Prologue: -Purpose

There was nothing around him. No lights, no space. Absolutely nothing.

He even felt absolutely nothing. He felt empty, like his existence lost its purpose. Heck, he didn't even know if he was existing at all. Did he have a name? Everything blurred together, and he floated through a world of darkness, without any time passing by, but yet feeling like he spent several lifetimes in this hellhole.

He knew that he lived once, that once he had a purpose, and once he was important for someone. The loneliness was now, but it wasn't always like this.

This was the only thing he could think of, the only thought that kept him conscious. But maybe this was just an illusion? Perhaps he was just waiting for death, but he couldn't move on? Could it be, that this feeling he always felt, that it was worth to wait, and something would come up soon, could it be that he wasted all this time? Maybe he should go on… maybe he lost his purpose after all..

He was about to give up, if you could even name it that way. All he ever wanted was to let go of this miserable existence. He was desperate, waiting for something to happen, someone to save him. Not even the slightest hint of a memory came through that thick foggy black, leaving him alone to guess who he was.

Little did he know, that the change he always hoped for was about to happen soon. Something was about to change, and he was about to become the middle of that, the center, everything would be connected.

As he continued to float through his personal hell, he stared to feel again. He felt his body, his hands, and not just his mind and his thoughts. At first the feeling was numb, and he thought his mind was playing with him, and he'd lost his sanity for good. But it got more intense, and he could move his fingers soon. His own fingers, own hands and feet! He felt like he could explode with joy, and his hopes rose, that he could escape soon.

As he started to move his body, and feel every muscle running beneath a smooth layer of skin, with light scars decorating his arms and torso, some bigger that others, he felt warmth from behind him.

He yet was blind to what was happening around him, so he couldn't see the light that crept trough the darkness and chased it away slowly. With the light came the warmth.

Struggling to breath, he opened his senses to these new experiences. He felt the energy that floated around him, and protected him from the dark. It felt like there was someone else as well… no not just one person, more… He couldn't exactly point out how many it were, but confusion started to rise when he felt where those presences came from.

Deep inside, within the deepest and darkest pits of his soul, there were beings living inside of him. From the way these energies felt they weren't evil, because they pretty much felt the same way he felt at this very moment.

Wondering what was about to happen he welcomed the beings inside of him. It was like turning on a switch, but you didn't know it was there. All of sudden he felt a deep connection with these beings, they understood every of his thoughts and feelings, and they were his best friends.

With the acceptance of his new, or maybe they are old, friends, the energy floating around him started to get more intense, and it rose continuous, reaching higher and higher levels. Even though he didn't feel any other energy to compare with, he knew that this was strong, and incredibly so! This energy felt calm and steady, but even sadness and frustration were mixed into that. Another thing was that dark taint it had. Even in a state of complete silence and ease it felt so dangerous, like it could kill you with an instant.

He was so fascinated by this, that he continued to study it, happy for the feeling he got, and enjoying the warmth, because he didn't know how long it would last, and when the darkness came back to torture him again with its emptiness and cold.

After a few minutes, he noticed something that was about change his situation.

He laughed at his foolishness. How come that he didn't noticed it sooner? It was so obvious.

Confident, he opened his eyes, and saw light, a pulsating power circling around him, in a color which didn't even had a name he could think of.

At this moment it came all rushing back to him, and he started to remember everything that happened. The memories flooded his mind…

One last time, he opened his eyes, ready for his life. After years of wondering he knew his name;

Ichigo Kurosaki, number one guardian.

He knew what to do.

That's it for my prologue... i'll try to update as soon as i can, i'm just writing as it goes, so be patient!