Yo, hello guys. I was just about to get started on my next chapter for Magus on Campus, but this strange idea wouldn't get out of my head. As such, in order to assuage my mind so I can focus, I wrote this intro chapter down for a new story, dunno if I will continue it or not. As you no doubt guessed from the tags, its a Ichigo/Saber story, the story based entirely in Fuyuki City and currently starring Ichigo only amongst the Bleach Cast. Now, this is a crossover so obviously AU, and theres a few things different from canon.

1. The Fullbringer Arc never occured

2. The Quincy Arc hasn't occured

As such, this is set 2 years after Aizen's defeat, and Ichigo has moved on in life, with an unexpected development that happened in place of the Fullbringer Arc. For Nasuverse Rules sticklers, this proably wont be for you, as it runs off the premise that Reiatsu and Prana can follow the same rules, and one can be a substitute for the other. Ichigo in a sense is a Magus in this storyline, but only because the way he channels his powers in Human Form is the same as a Magus (Magic Circuits, although he's not fully aware of this) and his new core skill is Kido until he regains his Shinigami Form. He still has his superhuman reflexes though, so he's still close range primarily even as a human, but Kido is there as well.

Finally, just like in Magus on Campus, I am keeping Shirou along for the story, he will recieve a different Servant than Saber (either a Rider, an Assasin or a Caster, the other three are their canon counterparts Cu Chullain, EMIYA and Herakles, but Shirou will recieve a different named Servant, who i'm uncertain as of yet.)

Read if you want, I'm just putting this out to get it out of my head, if the idea is liked I may keep it.

I ask of you, are you my Master?

Kurosaki Ichigo: 18 years old

Hair colour: Orange

Occupation: University Student (Fuyuki City University/Medicine)/Ex-Substitute Shinigami

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

Ichigo groaned incoherently as once again the easily most annoying noise ever created by mankind blared from the bedside table, once again announcing the start of the day for the ex-Substitute Shinigami. The sunlight peeked through the window, causing him to blink blearily even as he groped about blindly for that damn alarm clock, anything to shut it up. However, the clock somehow eluded his grasp, continuing its obnoxious blaring.

'Damn it….' Was the only coherent thought in his head as he shifted in his bed to find the clock, the annoying contraption almost glowing maniacally back at him as its display changed to 7:01, the alarm cranking up higher in volume in response to not being turned off. That was quickly halted as a hand slammed down on top of the off switch, finally shutting the noise off.

Normally, he would have been awake pretty fast after that, knowledge that the errant goat-chin could be bursting through the door/window/wall/ceiling at any moment to enact his usual wake up ritual forcing his body into action, but after two months of living alone in this tiny flat, it seemed his body was starting to remember that he originally wasn't a morning person and now was taking its chances to just remain in that hazy half sleep mode.

'C'mon, gotta get up….'

Finally rising from his bed, he ran his right hand through his orange spiky locks, now extending down far enough to almost be touching his shoulders (Yuzu had cried out in dismay the last time he openly considered getting it cut in front of her, and there was no force on this planet strong enough to withstand her *puppy dog eyes* technique, thus the long hair stayed). His eyes fell to the back of his left hand, glaring once again at those marks that had appeared halfway through his last year at Karakura High, a skull over two crossed bars, surrounded by a pentagon, the sigil of the Substitute Shinigami. For some reason over the last two days it had been getting very sore, and for the life of him he couldn't quite figure out why, he was almost concerned enough to perhaps call Urahara and ask his advice on it.

Almost

That sigil now emblazoned on his hand was the sign of his powers, that he was finally capable of regaining his powers (1). It had appeared that day eight months ago, after that near disastrous incident brought on by the climax of his anger at himself at his weakness and his inability to regain his powers. He had unknowingly done something incredibly stupid, nearly killed himself in the process, but this mark was somehow the end result, alongside a tiny spark of reiatsu, Shinigami reiatsu.

Urahara had come up with so many half assed theories as to why it was his badge had contained so much of his old reiatsu, and how exactly that power had been released when he broke the badge, but no matter how many theories he had come up with, even he was flummoxed at the sigil that had materialised on the back of Ichigo's hand like a wound, blood streaming as though he had taken a knife and gauged his own hand open. Still, all the half assed theories in the world meant nothing behind the simple knowledge.

Even if it was only a shard that his human body had absorbed, a tiny spark of that once almighty inferno, Ichigo had regained some of his power, and that was all that mattered to the ex-Shinigami.

'Still, it's taking so damn long to return….' Ichigo grumbled as he focused inwards, once again trying to sense that spark. It could no longer be called a spark, the training Urahara had suggested he attempt once they had confirmed his soul was readily producing the reiatsu now; almost a spiritual of physiotherapy had caused that tiny spark to become a small fire.

But it was still so weak, he was weaker than he could ever remember being, even less than the first night he had become a Shinigami. Still, it had meant that he could finally learn the control that he had never been able to enact on his power, and it was for that reason Urahara had generously given him that old tome.

"Well…" Ichigo started, clapping his hands together as he stretched his arms out. "….might as start…."

Inside his mind he pictured himself falling into the well of darkness, the mental suggestion Ganju had once taught him to focus his powers. As he finished, he grabbed the small orb on his bedside desk, located handily beside the clock, and focused on channelling his reiatsu towards it.

Once again, he felt that heat arise inside his body, almost like his nerves were heating up from friction as he channelled his reiatsu from his soul throughout his physical body and towards the orb he held, the orb starting to shine brightly as it consumed his power greedily.

That was another surprise change; somehow, his human body had become capable of controlling and channelling Shinigami reiatsu, something that had completely eluded him before. Before, he could do nothing about the Reiatsu that he *leaked*, but now it seemed his Reiatsu was flowing differently, perhaps because it simply wasn't strong or fierce enough to blast out like it once did, he had no idea.

After a couple of tests run by Urahara, the theory he came up with was somehow he was channelling Reiatsu through a small selective network of nerves that crossed his body.

'Circuits, he called it….' Ichigo thought, frowning once again as he ran the unfamiliar word through his head. Just why had Urahara insisted on using an English term? Once again, it seemed the shopkeeper knew something he wasn't willing to share, and had feigned ignorance on the matter. Not like Ichigo could pressure him, Urahara was already doing him a favour by giving him the advice necessary to start on developing his power back to how it once was, and trying to perhaps find a way to restore his shinigami form…he didn't want a repeat of THAT again, he had already died enough times during his one *life*. As such, until his powers returned more, actually using his Shinigami form was out of the question.

As such, he utilised the orb each second morning to draw away his Reiatsu fully. He didn't understand how it worked, nor really cared, but by doing so, not only did it keep his reiatsu low enough not to attract Hollow attention, but just like how a muscle grows stronger through effort, this was designed to speed up the growth of his powers.

It was this, and the practice of various different Kido and healing spells from the tome before he went to sleep that he used to learn control of his new much weaker reiatsu (mostly unsuccessful, he finally understood Renji's pain when it came to that Shakkaho spell, the only results he could get from it was either weaker than Kanonji's favourite technique, or for it to just straight out blow up in his face, he had already been forced to take the batteries from the smoke alarms due to the sheer amount of times he kept setting it off.)

One of the things Urahara had advised him to do was utilise this until his powers had returned to the point that he broke the orb when he channelled his power through it. If he could manage that, then he could move onto trying to use his Shinigami Form outside of his human body

Ichigo had been using this method non-stop to return his powers, but even now he couldn't help but frown as he felt his reiatsu start to peter out, the orb dimming as the flow went down. He hadn't even managed to put a crack in the orb yet, so the day was still pretty far off when he could finally return to being the protector he wanted to be.

Muttering as the flow finally cut out, the orb losing the glow of its light as the last of his reiatsu vanished, Ichigo yawned one last time for good measure, then headed in the direction of the shower. It was time to get on with the day.

"What the hell, again?!" was the words growled to the wind by old Kensuke Shigumo, one of the half dozen 20th Seat Shinigami of the 13th Division as he finally stopped atop a nearby lampshade. He had thought he'd detected a slight amount of Reiatsu within the area for what easily must have been the 50th time already since he had been assigned to this district, but due to his crappy sensing skills, not once had he managed to figure out its exact location after all this time.

Kensuke was considered both rather odd and going half senile in his old age amongst his fellow Shinigami, thus when it came to his rotation for Real World duties, he had been assigned to Fuyuki City, widely considered in terms of spiritual activity the quietest place in all of Japan with an average appearance of Hollows barely reaching one every few months. Compared to the spiritual hotspot that was Karakura Town, this was a nice and safe district, it barely even needed patrolling, thus a good place to send an incredibly incompetent Shinigami. (2)

But ever since he had arrived, he *thought* he had been sensing odd reiatsu fluctuations within the town, minute for the most part, it was only the more recent ones that he had started to realise there may have been something up. Protocol stated that he should have called this in to Soul Society, but there had been no communications of Hollow Activity from the labs, so whatever it was had to be amongst the human populace. As such, the stubborn part of him refused to do so until he had visual confirmation something was up, thus he had spent the last month jumping up and down all of Fuyuki City trying to track the culprits down with no such luck, and this morning was just yet another in the long list of screw ups.

Growling to himself again after having lost the signal he had been trying to follow, Kensuke turned to go back to that old warehouse he had taken residence in….

Only to have his senses almost metaphysically seared by the sheer reiatsu of the man in blue now standing on the opposite street's lamp-post, eying him contemplatively with blood red eyes even as his smile widened into an almost feral grin, sending shivers of fear down the old man's back.

"Black robes…check, Katana…check." the man in blue said to himself even as Kensuke leapt off the lamp post, moving towards the nearby roof where he would be better able to fight if this…thing…was as dangerous entity as his gut instincts told him, drawing his sword mid jump before he even landed.

"Can see me even in spiritual form…yup, you're the one! Sorry, but for the sake of this War…"

Even as the Shinigami landed, he spun about in fear. Somehow despite having jumped first, the man in blue had beaten him to his destination with absolute ease. He knew there and then he couldn't win, and judging from the killing intent leaking from his foe, he was about to die. Kensuke quickly reached into his robes, desperately trying to grab the Denreishinki (Divine Messenger Machine), maybe to contact Soul Society and request for assistance, maybe to report this dangerous entity so nobody else would suffer his fate, hell maybe to find out if this thing before him was a Hollow.

I guess we'll never know, he didn't even manage to grab the device before the cursed spear lanced out, piercing through his chest with a grisly crunch and destroying his heart immediately.

"You're going to have to die."

Well, thats that, its officially out of my head now!

I know there is no university in Fuyuki City, but for the sake of Ichigo having a reason to be there, it is there. I may include other cast members later, but not right now, Ichigo is keeping his returning powers on the quiet side until he is strong enough to return to his Shinigami Form (which he can't do now despite how much reiatsu he has because his souls form is highly unstable). As such, Soul Society is entirely unaware his powers are returning, just that he has seemingly moved on in life.

Again, if this seems liked, I may continue, dunno. For now, i'll just get back to Magus on Campus, cya!

(1) He thinks...

(2) Soul Society thinks...Soul Society has for the whole been rather negligant of real world events, as such they are unaware of the Holy Grail War, nor the existence of Servants (the Throne of Heroes is independant of Soul Society). However, Shinigami and Magus are aware of each others existence to a certain extent, if I continue the story I will explain more indepth later XP