Beginning to End

This is my very first fanfiction and I'm starting off with something that I liked when reading other authors' stories. So basically in my stories, there might be some things that may seem very familiar to you or exactly the same. Just know that I tend to take many pieces of things that I've seen and put them together while altering some to my liking to form most of my stories. This story will undoubtedly seem familiar in some places along with ideas of my own.

"Talking..."

'Thinking...'

"Hollowfied..."

"Quincy Zangetsu (Old Man Zangetsu)"

"Hollow Zangetsu"

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. All rights to Bleach go to Tite Kubo.

With that out of the way; this is a time travel story where Ichigo goes back in time to save his fallen friends (sound familiar already?) with the help of a miracle. To find out more, read the story! Happy Reading!

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day. All around the Soul Society there was a peace that seemed undisturbed by the flutters of birds' wings and the gently blowing wind against the leaves. It was completely tranquil here, being surrounded by nature and a calming silence. Nothing was wrong and it didn't look as if there was anything that would be.

Not until a hole teared open the sky, gargantuan in size. It swelled up as it released pulses of spiritual pressure strong enough to bring an average Captain level Shinigami to their knees. As the monstrous void began to swell up even further, it flashed and burned as something was forcibly shot out of the colossal mass of discolored reiatsu that made up its being. As the thing made impact with the ground, the empty void let out a final powerful pulse that left a crater many kilometers deep and wide as it almost instantaneously shrunk into itself, disappearing without a trace save for the gigantic crater it left behind.

There in the center of it all, a small lump of black and white lay motionless on the beaten bare ground of the crater. A few moments pass and it shifts over to the side revealing two protruding black hilts as well as a small mangled patch of dirty orange. As the thing lay there, it moaned out three words...

"That fucking hurt."

Shunsui yawned. It had been a long day for him. There was nothing going on today but it was beautiful outdoors so he decided to take a long walk around the Seireitei to enjoy the peaceful morning break. There were the sounds of academy students practicing on the academy grounds, the happy chatter of many Shinigami going about their way, greeting each other in their own sophisticated manner. The soft breeze relaxed all of his features... the sounds of nature all around him set him at peace... the resounding noise of a colossal rip in the sky booming in the distance... Wait what? Shunsui shook himself awake.

'What is that?' he thought, before being hit by a powerful force of unknown reiatsu. His eyes widened as his straw hat was quickly blown off by the pulse. It all happened so quickly that he couldn't even react properly to the sudden change in the once peaceful atmosphere. Many Shinigami were sprawled on the floor gasping for air as each pulse built upon the others, forcing any air out of their lungs as they lay there suffocating to death.

As the pressure built, Shunsui was unconsciously forced onto his knees, unable to do anything as the hole in the sky grew bigger and more colossal in power. Then it all ended almost as soon as it started as the hole began to swallow itself up quickly disappearing into thin air.

Everyone stood up one by one, before breaking out into loud whispers. Shunsui got up slowly, still in shock of what just happened off in the Rukongai until a hell butterfly fluttered into his view and relayed its message before flying away. The Head Captain called for an immediate Captains' meeting, as was expected. The once laid back Captain for once held a serious expression on his face as he stared off into the distance and left to Squad One.

Captains' Meeting...

The Head Captain slammed his cane onto the wooden floor with a loud crack as it broke the chatter of the many Captains that now stood in position before him in two neat rows with six Captains on each side. The old man scanned each face in the room before speaking to announce the start of the meeting.

"I hereby call this meeting to order!" he said as he once more cracked his wooden cane onto the floor, silencing any remaining Captain that still whispered under their breath. "I have no doubt that all of you know why I've called this emergency Captains' meeting. Nor do I doubt the fact that all of you have no knowledge of why this has happened, which is why I will now ask that each and every one of you that have seen what was happening to report your discoveries as to what this might have been to cause such panic within our walls." At this, Shunsui stepped up and began his report. All other Captains noticed the flash of seriousness in his expression and gave their full attention to the now reporting Captain.

"Well as you could see, I was taking a lovely morning walk outside when suddenly a big hole appeared in the sky. It was gigantic even from the distance and I assure you that it was over in the Rukongai in which this took place." At this, the entire room began to break out into whispers and gossips over these newfound discoveries. The Head Captain banged his cane against the floor once more silencing the Captains before looking back at Shunsui to continue.

"Well it just appeared outta nowhere and started releasing those waves of reiatsu. Everyone around me collapsed onto the floor before any of us could react. It just grew bigger and more powerful until it sucked itself up and disappeared without a trace," stated Shunsui before he stepped back in line to await the Head Captain's judgement. The Head Captain pondered on this a bit before looking back forward to state his decision.

"I see... very well. Captain Shihoin!" Said man stepped up and looked over to the Head Captain, awaiting his orders. He was a well built man with smooth features and the Shihoins' signature dark skin and gold eyes. He wore a white haori with the insignia two on his back signifying that he was the Captain of Squad Two. He had a serious face on with its scowl, furrowed brows and dark hair that helped to create the intimidating form of the leader of the Onmitsukidō.

"Gather your best men and investigate this matter at once. You are to take back anything that may be associated to the sudden event. If you require assistance, you may ask of it at anytime through the hell butterflies. Now is there anything else that anyone can add to the current information?... That is all. Dismissed!" And with 13 bursts of Shunpo, the meeting room was empty.

The mysterious man stood up unsteadily balancing himself before taking off in short flash steps then blasting off into a more powerful and speedy Shunpo. He arrived at a cave near a local village that was eerily quiet, no doubt that they were hiding from whatever created those blasts of reiatsu.

The man looked into the dark space, searching for any spiritual pressure within it before entering and settling down near the mouth of the cave to rest. The man sighed looking around at his surroundings making sure the coast was clear before closing his weary eyes and drifting into what most would suspect to be sleep, but not in this particular case. As the man closed his eyes, he felt the usual pull from within his soul and started falling into its pull. Eventually he hit something and opened his eyes back to the familiar sight of his inner world.

Beaten and torn skyscrapers that loomed out towards the horizon where the sky reveals great masses of dark clouds pouring rain out onto the run down metropolis endlessly as it had always did for a great deal of time. The man looked around, searching for two people in particular that he had wanted to talk to ever since he'd gotten out of that demented dimension.

There on one of the far off buildings resided a man with a black coat billowing wildly in the biting winds of this world. His brown messy hair whipped around his head without anything to tie it down with. Eyes staring back at the man with so much power and wisdom behind a pair of dark translucent sunglasses. His arms were hidden away in the folds of his cloak as he stood on his trademark pole as always.

Next to him, his companion was dressed in a white shihakusho with white skin and hair contrasted by his dark menacing eyes. His eyes; black sclera and gold irises, bore into the still unknown man filled with madness and killing intent. He had his arms crossed, looking distastefully at the man while bearing a frown and furrowed eyebrows wrinkling his nose in disgust. He had a big white Khyber knife strapped onto his back. It was long with a wide blade and sharp edge. The blade was hollow in the middle, a thin sleek opening wide enough to look through it, and it was held in place on the figure's back with many rolls of white bandages.

Both men stared back at the man that had just entered the raging world, seemingly gauging who would make a move first before the man with the daisho pair sighed and spoke.

"Sorry." Silence. Other than the raging storm that they were in, nothing else made a sound for a moment before the albino moved to the side giving the man a 'tsk' before speaking his mind.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" he began, turning to face the man completely before continuing. "What the hell were you thinking about, jumping into that portal? You didn't know what would happen if you jumped in but you did, just because that thing said that it would take you back?! Even I'm not crazy enough to jump in there like that and you know it!" he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him as he finished. It was then that the other person next to him decided to speak.

"Ichigo..." the now identified man looked over at the ethereal figure before he continued speaking. "It is as your partner has said, you didn't know what would happen if you had jumped into that portal. Luckily it did just as the Hogyoku has said it would, but next time don't do something so reckless again. You must stay alive no matter if you feel like to or not."

The man, now known as Ichigo, stared at the battered side of the skyscraper he was standing on before looking up to the other two beings in front of him.

"Sorry," he repeated. Before anyone else could intervene, Ichigo continued speaking. "I was desperate to see them again and when I heard that there was a chance to do that, I took it right away. I didn't think much on it but thanks for helping me through that thing. Couldn't have made it without you guys."

"Damn right you are!" the albino shouted loudly, both hands clenched into fists and looking straight at Ichigo with as much anger as he could to get his point through to the uneasy man in front of him. "What'd ya think was gonna happen when you jumped into a portal straight into a dimension between space and time! That place is a lot more trouble to navigate through than the Precipice World! One misstep and you woulda been thrown into the dinosaur ages!"

Ichigo flinched as he finished speaking, or screaming was more like it, before replying yet again.

"Well yeah, I know that now and I'm sorry about it. I might be reckless sometimes but I'm not that stupid. Cmon you know that right?" he said almost hopeful that the conversation would end there, but the albino only seemed to want it to continue.

"Yeah right! What about that time when you thought that Quincy was dead?! If it hadn't been for me warning you, you'd probably be missing a leg!" the albino screamed as it started shaking in anger at his king's dense nature.

"Relax Zangetsu," the older man said as he pat the said 'Zangetsu' on his back. "Although Ichigo has a bit more to learn, he's a lot more developed than he was from back in the War. He can take care of himself now and we'll be here to help him with the things that he has yet to develop."

The now proclaimed albino 'Zangetsu' glared at the old man before crossing his arms and with a huff looked away from them both. He still was not used to being referred to by his name and it'll take some time for him to actually grow accustomed with that. Ichigo sighed as he looked at his hollow before turning to the old man who was watching him the whole time.

"Go now Ichigo. I think you should tell the old general about this. He will be of much help in our situation," the elder spirit said. Ichigo nodded at him and began fading away from his inner world. The old man then looked over to the silent hollow as he watched him walk away from him. As the hollow was walking, the old man spoke. "Where are you going?" he asked, just when the hollow stopped a little distance away then look back at the old man.

"I wanna spar," he said simply, pulling his large saber out of its bindings and holding it in a relaxed stance. The old man sighed lightly as he materialized a shorter version of his companion's Khyber knife, his being black as it poured a slow and steady stream of reishi from its blade, and got into position across from the albino. Both looked at each other for a few seconds before the hollow sprinted forward and began the spar with the loud clash of metal on metal.

Back in the cave...

Ichigo woke up to the soft glow of the evening sunset and stood up as he looked out into the dimming light from the mouth of the cave, searching for the reiatsu of anyone that may have come in or are near enough to see him. Sure enough, there all over the village were the light signatures of many people, most likely the Onminsukidō judging from how suppressed the signatures feel. He silently made his way over to the opening of the cave and peered over the edge towards the direction of the village.

He caught glimpses of the silhouettes of many people dressed in black hopping from one hut to the other on silent feet. He thought about whether he should make a run for it or wait it out before deciding on playing the waiting game. He suppressed as much of his reiatsu as he could while hiding in the deep end of the cave to wait as the last of the signatures were in a few mile distance from him.

At that he snuck out of the cave, searching for anyone else in the area before taking off in long bursts of Shunpo towards the Seireitei. As his surroundings were made into a wicked blur of black and blue, he thought about his plan of action as he approached the higher districts of the Northern Rukongai. 'Looks like we're gonna have to have a talk with the old man himself,' he mused as he blurred through the wind headed towards the large gate in the distance. Being the God of Flash did have its perks.

Head Captain Genryusai Shigeyuni Yamamoto was in his office filling out the last of his paperwork before placing it on top of his third large pile of paper and settling down into a relaxed position. It was already nighttime and many of the Shinigami were either drunk or asleep since it was already deep into the night he figured that much. He looked out towards his balcony surveying the dark Seireitei as he mused over the recent event that occurred out in the Rukongai.

The sudden appearance of something so powerful in the Soul Society set everyone into a state of unease as he thought about the spiritual pressure of the thing that appeared in the sky. To think that something so powerful to be able to match him in power, maybe even stronger than him, made him wary of whatever it was out there. In all his years as Head Captain of the Gotei 13, he has never come across something that was of this magnitude. Not in the war against the Vasto Lordes or Quincys combined had he seen or so much as felt something that made him begin to feel something very foreign to him, and that was fear. Fear of whatever that was out there because if it turns out that the thing was a threat, he couldn't even deduce who would be the victor if he were to be locked in combat against the powerful being. It unnerved him to not know something like this, and he was sure that the others felt the same as he does.

The old man let out a sigh as he got up from his seat and made his way over to the doors of his office. That was when he felt it, the slight increase in spiritual pressure in the air towards the Northern Gate. This spiritual pressure was the same as the one that came from the dark vortex in the sky and no sooner had he realized this, he was gone.

He raced towards the Gate to try to find what it was that came through to the Seireitei when he saw a man in black with his hood pulled up to shadow his face. He caught a glimpse of white underneath his black hooded cloak and stared at the man wondering who it could be until the man seemed to catch sight of him. As soon as he turned around, he blurred out of sight and reappeared to the right of Yamamoto all in less than a blink of an eye.

The old man opened one eye slightly to get a better look at the man. All he could make out through the dark was that the man was tall and had a lean build with black clothes worn over it all. He also caught sight of a zanpakuto. This made him open his other eye in astonishment at the fact that this was a Soul Reaper who was more than likely to be as powerful as himself. Never in all his years had he met a Soul Reaper more powerful than he was and yet here stood the very person who held that power, the power to fight him as an equal.

Genryusai closed his eyes once more as a few Captains appeared, surrounding the intruder. All eyes were set on the ryoka as the ryoka was still facing towards the Head Captain. The other Captains looked nervously at the foreigner, seeming to notice the familiarity of his spiritual pressure. A moment of silence passed before the Head Captain spoke up first.

"Who are you ryoka? State your business within the Seireitei," he said, opening his eyes once more as he stared down the cloaked man who was silent the entire time he had been here. A few seconds pass before the ryoka replied.

"I would like if I could speak to you, Head Captain Yamamoto. In private if you will. I will not speak my business to anyone else," he silently stated, all while keeping perfectly still except for the billowing of his cloak in the wind. The Captains all eyed him suspiciously but didn't dare make a sudden move as their Head Captain spoke up.

"Very well. We shall speak on Sokyoku Hill, the Captains shall follow until we've reached the designated area. Should you retaliate, we will not hesitate to put you down," he gruffly stated, his words commanding and full of power that was fitting for the Head Captain.

As soon as he stated this, everyone was moving in the direction of Sokyoku Hill silently as the cold midnight air brushed against their skin. While doing so, Yamamoto immediately took notice of the fact that he was a dual wielder; two large black sheathed zanpakuto on either side of his hip. One short, a wakizashi, and the other a bit longer than the ordinary katana. The ryoka was fast, fast enough to easily keep in pace with him as they dashed towards the hill.

Upon arriving on top of the hill, the other Captains were told to stay where they were as he and the ryoka began walking further away from the group. When they thought that there was enough distance to put the others out of earshot, the Head Captain motioned for him to speak. The ryoka took a moment to think over what he was going to say then sighed as he began to tell his story.

"Head Captain Yamamoto," hearing his name, he opened his eyes, giving his full attention to the ryoka. "I've come very far to where I am now and I'll have you know that what I'm about to say is by no means a joke at all, and is all very much true."

Hearing the ryoka say this, he couldn't help but wonder just how ludicrous this would sound had he not been warned like he'd just did. If whatever he was about to say was indeed as crazy as it might sound, he'd have to hear it first before reasoning it out.

"Okay to start it off, my name is Ichigo Kurosaki, former Substitute Shinigami..." hearing this made Yamamoto widened his eyes in surprise. 'Substitute Shinigami? I don't think I've ever heard of such a rank,' he thought to himself before being cut off of his musing by the ryoka. "... and the Commander of the Special Force Division, otherwise known as Squad 14."

As those words left his mouth, he took off his hood as the old man saw his face for the first time. The ryoka, now known as Ichigo, was a handsome man with long dull orange hair that looked like it hadn't had a shower in ages and a blank yet serious face. He had brown eyes that showed his restrained and hidden power beneath it that eluded a large sense of power and authority for someone so young. Yamamoto was by far extremely bewildered at his appearance and statement.

"Squad 14, you say? I have never been informed of having created yet another squad from anyone with the authority to do so. Much less about a Special Force Division. Explain Ichigo Kurosaki," the Head Captain stated, being completely lost as to how all this should fit in anywhere with the broad, but yet limited knowledge of his. Ichigo wasted no time in completing the puzzle for Yamamoto to understand.

"You do not know of this because as of now, the Special Force does not exist. At least not anymore because you see, Squad 14 isn't part of this Gotei 13. It is part of the future Gotei 14," Ichigo finished, allowing Yamamoto to finish off placing in the last pieces to the puzzle himself.

'Future Gotei 14? Could this man really be from the future?' he mused, turning fully towards Ichigo to speak his mind.

"Are you implying that you are from the future, Kurosaki? If so, what reason do you have to return to the past?" he asked waiting to receive his answer.

"It is as you've said; I am from the future, I do not know by how much but what I do know is that if you intend to stay alive as well as every single one of your fellow Captains and Shinigami, then you should heed my warning and take it to heart," he warned, as he turned to face the sunrise. The feel of the crisp early morning air was already beginning to dissipate. "It is daybreak. May I ask to bring this conversation indoors?"

Yamamoto nodded and turned around, leading the way to his office. "I shall be asking you a few questions of my own about this so-called 'future' that seems to bear much importance if it is such a threat to the Soul Society, or even if what you've said is true by any means." Yamamoto looked over to him with skepticism written all over his features. "You have a lot to explain to me, Kurosaki. Let us be off," he said in a gruff voice as he took off in a hurried flash step. Today is most definitely one of the most interesting days he has ever been faced with in all his long years as Head Captain.

There you have it; Chapter 1 completed. I'm sorry if this story does not meet your expectations but there's always time to review and revise! Anyway, the next chapter will be a flashback to where it all started as young Kurosaki became the Commander of Squad 14. If you want to know... the pairing is YoruIchi. Sorry if you don't like, but you could always stop reading if you want to. Constructive Criticism please! Insulting comments are a waste of a good review. Bye Bye!