Hey everyone. It's been a while since i've wrote anything so i thought i'd take a break from exam prep and write something. I always liked the idea of IchiSenna but there doesn't really seem to be many stories about it (or at least not in comparison to IchiRuki), so i thought i may as well write my own. So for all you IchiSenna fans out there here's something for you to read. Enjoy!

It was a cool summer's night; the air was still and had the lingering scent of the barbecues that had dotted Karakura town a few hours beforehand. It was approaching the start of the school holidays and Ichigo had a clear plan of what he was going to do during the holidays this year: absolutely nothing. However since this was Ichigo nothing still consisted of killing any rogue hollows that happened to be roaming the town.

"Dammit," Ichigo thought to himself. "The afro man must have beaten me to it."

He had been going to deal with a hollow on the other side of town, however after only a few minutes the reiatsu had vanished. Seeing as it was a nice night Ichigo decided he might as well walk back. His house was only a mile or so away and it wasn't as if he had anything important to do at school tomorrow, or anywhere else for that matter.

After a few minutes he was crossing the bridge that connected the town's shopping district to the residential district. Ichigo had always liked this part of town. It had a way of bringing back some... fond memories. The trademark scowl on Ichigo's face softened slightly at this thought: it wasn't very often that he thought of her nowadays, but when he did it always brought a bittersweet smile to his face. He stopped for a moment to rest on the bridge's handrail. It had been a long time since he last saw her, almost a year in fact. Ichigo sighed quietly to himself and thought back. He could still remember practically everything about her; her voice, the way she spoke, the way she'd spin as she ran when she couldn't wait to get somewhere. And her eyes, Ichigo thought as he closed his own, he could never forget her eyes. He didn't know whether it was her deep amber irises or the way they burnt so passionately despite their smouldering colour, but there was something about them that cried out to him that she was something special, something irreplaceable, and something that he would never find again. Ichigo's heart sank at this. He stood for a moment, deep in his gloomy thoughts, before deciding that if anyone knew he was thinking like this that he'd never be able to live it down, grinning to himself slightly. He opened his eyes, and that's when he saw it.

It was only faint, but in the river below him there was a glow. It was green and swirled gently in the otherwise calm river. Ichigo shivered slightly: the resemblance in how the river looked now and on the night of her death was uncanny, albeit on a smaller scale. The water had a reflection on it and a wave of deep violet swept across it's surface. He leant forwards and squinted his eyes in order to get a better look, and as he did so he heard an almost voice-like noise. He could see gradual flashes of white pass over the surface now, and leant closer still to try and work out what it was as the flashes gave way to leaves blowing across a concrete path. Suddenly Ichigo jumped back, his cool demeanour being replaced with a look of confusion. A girl in black cloth leapt through the air, slaying the flashes of white with a tornado from her zanpakto.

"I remember that..." Ichigo thought anxiously to himself. "Are these my memories...?"

In his head he could hear her voice playing back to him; it had been so long he had almost forgotten that dizzying feeling he got when he heard her speak. Ichigo looked longingly into the river, his mind riveting with the raw emotion flooding back into him. He had the anxiety, the butterflies, and the grief from those few days hitting him in waves as he stood for what must have been hours gaping at his memories of her being replayed one after the other. It was only too soon that the sun began to rise and the mirage started fading. Ichigo stayed until there was nothing left but a whisper of a voice laughing joyfully in his mind before grudgingly taking his eyes away from the river and walking back home to his bed.

The next night he went to the bridge again. It was about eleven o'clock, the same time as last night, and Ichigo waited feverishly for the mirage. Minutes passed and the river remained quiet and colourless. "Come on..." Ichigo muttered desperately.

The minutes ticked away and Ichigo was wondering if he actually did see something in the water last night or if he had been on some massive hollow-induced trip. Just as he was about to head home the water started swirling and a gentle green glow started spilling out across the rippling surface. Ichigo's eyes widened and his breathing became fast and shallow. He threw himself against the handrail, watching intently as a young violet haired shinigami span and jumped within the waters, her playful laughter toying mercilessly with his sanity. Once again it was only in the early hours of the morning that Ichigo tore himself away from the bridge's handrails. He trudged home, groggily attempting to remember if he had actually blinked since last night...

Night after night the same thing happened. Ichigo spent hour after hour staring into the depths of the river. He spent the school day mindlessly daydreaming and most of his time at home sleeping, which his delighted father assumed was because his son had spent each night "becoming a man". Admittedly Isshin was a little worried at first when Ichigo didn't attempt to break his arm for saying such a comment, but after thinking about it he decided that Ichigo's lack of retaliation meant that he was right about his son's night time activities.

It was the seventh night of Ichigo's riverside vigil now and once again he was planning on spending his night looking longingly into the reflection of his memories. Tonight however he was going to be on the bridge as soon as the sun went down to make sure he didn't miss anything. He leant casually against the handrail once again, staring idly into the waters. He didn't care that he might have to wait hours to see her again. The important thing was that he would see her again, even if it was only his memories. To his delight he only needed to wait for a few minutes before the mirage appeared, although it was a little difficult to see it in the dusty twilight.

He spent the first hour in much the same way he spent every night before: he stood pressed up against the bridge's handrail and watched intently as he recalled all the times he had spent with her. However after the first hour Ichigo noticed something. The infectious giggle that plagued his inner thoughts for all those nights was missing tonight. To begin with he ignored it, content with watching the girl frolic happily in his memories. But as the time passed more and more things went missing. Scenes from his memory were skipped, others replayed over and over. Still Ichigo didn't mind. He could be with her. That's all that mattered.

After a few hours a frown had crept across Ichigo's face. The river was showing things that he couldn't remember. For the last hour it had replayed her last moments with him over and over again. That was bad enough on it's own, but now it was no longer showing a vibrant violet haired shinigami full of life and laughter. Now it was showing a scared young girl with her head resting against her knees, sobbing quietly. Ichigo leant further over the rails. He wanted to do something, anything, as long as it made her smile again. He hated this, being forced to watch her like this and not be able to do anything about it. Ichigo's eyes were stinging with frustration. He couldn't do anything to protect her.

"Senna..."

The girl looked up, her bright amber eyes contrasting the tears that were flowing down her checks. Ichigo broke out into a cold sweat.

"S...Senna...?"

Could she hear him?

The girl slowly stood up, trembling slightly as she did.

"...Ichi...go...?"

"Senna!"

Ichigo's eyes grew wide with fear. What was going on?

"Ichigo!" The girl cried out, her voice ragged with audible terror.

"SENNA!" Ichigo yelled back, reaching out desperately towards her. As he did so the straining handrail snapped and Ichigo plummeted towards the murky depths. He hit the surface and swam down as hard as his legs would let him, waving his arm blindly out in front of him. He felt a sliver of cloth underneath his fingers and clasped on to it before feeling his way around to a pair of shoulders. Ichigowrapped one arm around the midriff of the body and swam determinedly towards the surface with the other. He hit the surface but couldn't break it, letting out a bubble of air in surprise before bashing violently at it. The green vortex above him simply swirled ominously as he did so, his sight becoming gradually darker and his punches slowly weakened. The last comforting thought that crossed his mind before it succumbed to numbness was that he got to spend his last moments with her...

Ichigo prised his eyes open, his head heavy and uncomfortable. His vision was blurred but he could see a dim outline of a person standing over him.
"It's alright son, you just stay put."
"Is he going to to be alright?"
"Who is he? Does he have any id on him?"
"People have seen him standing on that bridge night after night, who knows what was going through the boy's mind."
"Is that woman dead mommy?"
"They said he wasn't breathing, it's a miracle that someone found him when they did..."
"Does anybody know who he is? Does he have any family we can contact?"

Ichigo's mind felt cluttered and lethargic. He looked wearily around at the small crowd standing around him. What happened? He tried to sit up put a medic put gently pushed him back down and shook his head. It was raining lightly and Ichigo shivered a little from his cold, wet clothes. He tried to recall what had happened but all he could remember was not being able to break through some sort of mirror.

"...Ichigo..."

The voice was weak and barely heard over the crowd but Ichigo sat bolt upright when he heard it. Senna.

"No! You have to relax!" A medic shouted to him as other medics grabbed his arms and legs.

"Get off of me!" Ichigo roared. "I have to make sure she's okay!"

"You've breathed in a lot of water! You need to stay still!"

With all the strength Ichigo could muster he freed his arms and scrabbled over to the girl. She was there in front of him, for real, for the first time in so long. She was lying on the floor motionless, half drowned, but alive.

"...Senna..." He whispered, as he weakly reached up to touch her cheek."...Senna..."

"...Ichigo..." She whispered back, tears dwelling in her amber eyes. "...Don't let me go..."

Ichigo said nothing, simply doing his best to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She nuzzled her head against Ichigo and brushed her hand delicately against his arm.

"...Never..." He finally replied.

Senna let out a faint giggle, spluttering as she did. She knew what he meant.

So what did you think? Good, bad, or somewhere in between, i don't mind. I'm happy as long as you leave me lots or reviews (hint hint) ;)