Hey people. This is my first Bleach Fan fiction and I do hope you enjoy it. Okay before you start reading I do want to state that this is my take of the end of the Winter War and afterwards. All reviews are welcome-the good, the bad, the middle-and I can't wait to hear from you guys.

P.s. while this does kind of seem like a one-shot there will be later chapters. Also I'm not the greatest writer and might change things as I go on. Enjoy! And please Review!

(My spelling sucks by the way-you have been WARNED!):)

Chapter 1

Ichigo landed on the ground without a sound, the only noise the whispers of the wind that tugged at his waist length midnight hair that was starting to shrink and turn back to its original orange. The ribbon looking armor that had cover part of his face and torso was breaking apart and disintegrating as he looked at the body at his feet.

Aizen, who he had been fighting with his friends to defeat for the past year was dead. By Ichigo's hand, or rather Getsuga's as he was known in that form.

He didn't pity the dead Soul Reaper. He'd killed and hurt thousands of people and his friends, and Ichigo didn't feel an ounce of remorse for killing him. After all he knew that truly he was fulfilling Aizen's real wish, and he had lost at the same time.

Ichigo glanced at Zangestu, grief racking his body with shivers as the sword began to slowly disappear along with his hand.

Peeking into his inner world, Ichigo saw his hollow who he had come to call Shiro, Tensa Zangestu, and Zangestu nodding upward, even though if Ichigo looked close enough he could see tears in all their eyes like his own. This was one their last moments in this world and maybe together.

When Ichigo had clashed swords with Aizen he had felt his solitude and his wish for some one to finally surpass him, even though he had never admitted it to himself. The Hougyoku had acknowledged Ichigo as that person and in the end with the Final Getsuga Tenshou he had killed Aizen. But with that move he had sealed his fate.

The Final Getsuga Tenshou gave the user tremendous power, but it called for the ultimate sacrifice. Ichigo's body would disappear just like Zangestu was and he wouldn't even be able to go to the Soul Society to start a new life. No, he-

"Ichigo!" Screamed a familiar voice and Ichigo spun around to see Rukia, Renji, Uryuu, Chad, Orihime, the captains of the Gotei 13, his father, sisters, Urahara, Yoirchi, and human friends. He forced a smile. He wished they hadn't come, wouldn't see what happened to him.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked as they stopped a few feet away from him. "WHAT'S UP? How can you ask that!" Rukia shouted and he shrugged.

"Well, I opened my mouth, and asked. That's how people usually talk, Rukia." Ichigo said as he scowled, trying really hard to ignore the strange feeling of missing a whole arm. He was going faster than he'd expected.

"Idiot!" Rukia yelled and went to hit him over the head with her zanpaktou but Isshin stopped her with an arm, looking utterly depressed, but still slightly hopeful as he glazed at his oldest child and only son.

"D-did you have to use it?" Isshin whispered. Ichigo's top was missing, but he just could have lost it in the fight and his long hair was still orange and his eyes their warm honey-brown color. Isshin was praying that he son would be okay, maybe tired, but okay and stay in this –

"Yes. I did." Ichigo breathed quietly and Isshin just stared before taking in the fact that along his son's newly tattooed body that he was missing an arm, the other was half gone, and his feet were beginning to disappear as well. Zangestu was just a chain now wrapped around his son's remaining arm.

"N-no. It was just a last resort… You can't!" Isshin shouted and Ichigo bowed his head, his eyes shinning with a mixture of different emotion and the confused Soul Reapers finally took in Ichigo's rapidly disappearing self. "Ichigo!" Renji shouted out in shock.

"What the heck? What's happening to you, Ichigo?" Yorichi breathed as she gaped at his disintegrating body and Ichigo smiled a sad smile.

"I'm disappearing. In order to kill Aizen and destroy the Hougyoku at the same time I had to use a special technique that involved me completely accepting my zanpaktou and my inner hollow. And this is the price. I'm disappearing, or dying basically." Ichigo told them bluntly.

All they could do was stare; even Byakuya had lost his stoic mask. Ichigo signed and grimaced, rubbing the center of his chest. "Crap, this is weird. I feel like a ghost." He said. He looked like one too. His legs were gone up to the knees, both arms were gone along with Zangestu, and he was becoming transparent.

"I-Ichigo… you can't die! Let me heal you." Orihime snapped out of her shocked daze and begged, but Ichigo just shook his head. "Your powers won't work on this Orihime. Thank you though." He offered with a smile.

Ichigo turned to look at the body at his-well not his feet but in front of him. They could almost see the mountains behind Ichigo and the setting sun's rays were starting to leak though his form.

"I have a final request. Or two. I ask that you guys don't mourn me, I accepted this, and I don't regret it even slightly. And my second is that you burry Aizen here, were I defeated him. While I don't pity him, I can kind of understand why he did this-as unjust as it was.

"When I clashed swords with him all I felt was loneliness, solitude, and the wish to meet someone who could defeat him. Aizen repressed that wish, and even in death and when he goes to the Underworld to atone for his sins I have a feeling he will never admit it. I think it would suit him to be buried were he was finally defeated, and were his defeater disappears. The Houguyko grants one's heart wish, and I fulfilled his. "

Ichigo's sisters were crying, along with all the other girls and even Chad had a tear or two flashing in the dying sun's light behind his hair. His best friend and partner was disappearing, presumably forever. How could he not cry?

But Head Captain Yamamoto stepped up, both eyes open and solemn before nodding slowly. "Very well Kurosaki Ichigo. We will honor your wishes. And on behalf of the entire Gotei 13, I thank you, Substitute Soul Reaper Kurosaki Ichigo. You will forever be remember as the Hero of the Winter War." He stated.

The last thing they saw of Ichigo was his carefree smirk, warm honey-brown eyes glittering with thanks, and his orange hair glinting one final time in the sun before he was gone. And the soft, incomplete whisper that was snatched up and carried around them by the wind.

"Bye. Se-."

And then he was gone, two little lights flying away from were he had stood, vanishing out of view so quick they all suspect they'd imagined it. And while they tried not to, they really did, they did mourn the death of their friend, partner, Substitute Soul Reaper Ichigo Kurosaki.

Okay first chapter right? Please review and I didn't mention this above but I'm not the greatest at posting regularly so just a warning. Post soon hopefully!