AN: All rights go to Kubo Tite. For sadly, I do not own Bleach, or any works that may possibly ever be mentioned in here.

Mature! This will be a lemon. I plan on it maybe having some angst, but for now, it is really just to get me started.

If you have any comments or reviews, please let me know as this is my first fic ever! I really just want to be a beta, but this site will not let me unless I have done a work of my own. So, without further ado, I introduce: Night of Strawberry

Chapter one

I've got to get out of here! It's gonna kill me and I can't even see the damn thing.

Ichigo Kurosaki, substitute soul reaper, was running for his life from a foe he could not see. Granted, about a week ago, he would have already performed a konso, but this demon was hidden from his vision since he had lost his powers. Never one to panic, he was running as fast as possible to Urahara's shop, hoping that the idiotic man would be there or that Ururu or Jinta could help him.

I really wish I hadn't lost my powers. I would have already gotten rid of this thing. I can't even tell if it is still following me. I can't tell if it is a hollow, an arrancar, or a soul reaper.

Urahara, you better be there!

Bursting into the courtyard in front of Urahara's shop, Ichigo looked around wildly, trying to determine if he was still being followed. When he felt a sudden chill on his back, he gasped and turned around to face his unseen enemy. As he did so, he tripped on a rock embedded in the ground, falling to the ground. An icy sweat began to break out on his forehead, wondering what he could possibly do to keep this demon away from him while he was screaming out Urahara's name at the top of his lungs.

"You... you.. stay away from me! This isn't fair. A week ago you would already be dead!"

Ichigo continued to back away from the direction of his threat as fast as possible while still on the ground. When he bumped into something behind him, he nearly screamed like a little girl, only holding it in when whatever was there suddenly was holding his mouth. He was carelessly slung over what seemed to be a shoulder and as he began to fear the worst, he blacked out.