A.N. You know when there's an author you like who usually updates pretty regularly but then suddenly stops and when they finally update again its for a show you don't even watch and you're just like "really?" ...yeah, I'm that author...

So, sorry to all my readers who might be seeing this and were hoping for another fic. They will be updated, I swear!

But basically, this is what you get when you stick me in a car for three hours with annoying little siblings. Anywhoozers, another Bleach fic! R&R

Ichigo didn't remember much about the day he died. It had been raining. Not heavy, just a light sprinkle, but enough to need an umbrella to ward off the cool drops.

He remembered walking with his mother. She was beautiful, his mother, with golden hair and soft eyes. He didn't remember where he had been walking home from, or even what home was, but he remembered his family.

His father has half insane, a hyper man-child who acted less mature then the at the time nine year old Ichigo.

He also remembered his two sister, Karin and Yuzu. Polar opposites and yet somehow twins at the same time. Karin was dark haired like their father, tough as nails and had a loud (and probably foul in the future) mouth.

Yuzu was like the sun, shunning and bright and always there to warm you up in the mornings. And already she was a great cook at age six. Mom had taught her well.

But Ichigo would never taste her cooking again.

Because he was dead.

Ichigo also remembered the monster. He and his mother had been walking along side a river on their way home when Ichigo saw her. A girl, standing by the water, as if she were going to jump.

Like his name suggested, Ichigo was a protector. It was ingrained into his being. So he ran to try and catch the girl, to keep her from drowning in the muddy water of the rain filled river.

What he didn't know was that the girl wasn't a girl at all.

She was a trick, an illusion, a piece of bait.

And Ichigo had fallen for it.

One moment he had been running to save the girl, the next he was on the wet grass being smothered by something heavy and wet and still on top of him.

He heard a rumbling voice then, full of malice. Ichigo struggled against the weight on him while the voice gloated and insulted him. Finally he was able to push it off him, and he immediately wished he hadn't.

"Mom!"

As they she laid, still and pale and so terrifyingly lifeless. Ichigo had tried shaking her awake, begging her to get up, not to be dead and to just get up. But she didn't and the voice kept jeering at him and it hurt so much.

Ichigo looked up, red in his gaze and a cold hole in his chest. It was then he saw that the voice belonged to a monster.

It was a fatty, grotesque thing with a long tentacle hanging from its face. Bouncing on the end of that tentacle was the girl he had tried to save.

The monster had tricked him and now his mom was dead!

Ichigo felt himself get angrier and the hole in his chest get bigger.

"That lady was delicious." The monster had said. "I've always liked the women better, but you'll taste good too. Your reiatsu is pretty high after all. You'll taste even better now that you're a soul"

Ichigo didn't know what 'reiatsu was or what the monster meant by 'soul'. All he knew was that it had killed his mom and it had to pay!

The monster stalked closer to him, its long tongue rolling out of its mouth and licking at its lips.

But Ichigo felt no fear. There was nothing to fear. The thing before him was trash, his very instinct told him so. He was stronger than it.

So it was with blind fury and the solid notion that this thing must die that he raised his hand and aimed it at the creatures bony mask.

He was too angry to notice the red haze forming around him or the massive amount of power building up inside him or even the pail white substance forming over his face. All he felt was the blood rushing in his ears and the burning in his hand and the gaping hole in his chest.

It was instinct that his mask formed. Instinct that a massive amount of power was forced into one attack. It was also instinct when he uttered a single, quite word.

"Cero..."

The world burned blinding red before fading to black...