Well...This is awkward. Sorry about the, well, year long hiatus.

Really, I am sorry about that. It's just, I fell to the claws of depression. I know, probably a sorry excuse, but I did, and it killed my will to write. Lets just say the cause is a one sided relationship, of which both parties were actually a part of. I am not a stalker, fans-o-mine.

But anyways, I am really sorry about Doragon. When I took it down, I planned on working on it, I really did, then the relationship went full swing, then my heart was slowly crushed. It fell to nothingness. I will, however, get to it when I can get a good premise. I have an idea, but it needs fleshing.

Anyways, after a RWBY kick, this came to mind. I plan on making this a main story, so yeah.

Again, sorry for being me. I will get back to writing more often. This, I swear!

Black daito clashed against green energy javelin as two beings of great power fought for supremacy, one out of madness, the other to further his superior's goals. Sand billowed past them as the two souls tore across the landscape, disturbing dunes that had been building since times forgotten. Each time their respective weapons met, a large concussive blast erupted, casting both the insane demon and the winged nightmare back from each other before they dove back to the fray, blade and javelin eagerly meeting again and again.

However, ever so slightly, the demon was gaining the upper-hand, and the rate it was shrieking served to indicate this fact. Each time they clashed, the demon pushed the other back a bit farther, broke through its defenses a bit easier, gave it less time to respond to each strike. They moved across the terrain, smashing through more and more of the ivory pillars and upsetting more of the sand, all in order to make it to the top

'I can't just overpower this boy.' The nightmare thought to himself after dodging one of the demon's ceros, pushing hard enough to knock back the demon a fair distance. 'I need a new plan.' Quickly, a Garganta opened behind him before the winged man back-stepped into it. Before it closed, however, the demon forced its way into the portal, entering the Dangai as well.

The beast looked back and forth, screeching its horrific cry, searching for its prey, only to be kicked on the side of its head, directly into the Kōryū, and snapping of if its horns off.

"It is useless, Ichigo. You have been caught by the stream; there is no saving you now." The pale nightmare said, watching as the demons form began crumbling. "You just were not strong enough to beat Aizen's will. Now suffer in this defeat, losing your place in time."

The demon merely stopped struggling, giving what sounded to be a final death rattle before freezing stock still as it continued to crumble, almost as if a second skin was falling off him, the white and black markings that covered him flaked off of his body as, the plumes on his wrists shedding off as the long orange hair shrinking to its original size, all before the fallen flakes converged to the hole in his chest, filling back up the emptiness.

His sentience returned only to experience the feeling of being pull and twisted in many different directions at once. He gave out a silent cry as his mind was being strained under the pressures of the current, and went through this for what felt to be an eternity, holding onto his sanity as best as a man could while undergoing an unending torture. Like all bad things, however, it finally came to an end when a spark of light appeared and rapidly approached Ichigo before overtaking him entirely, and the torture his body went through ended abruptly.

(XoxoX)

Yang Xiao Long, on a normal day, is a very relaxed and easygoing person.

However, today was was no normal day.

With her sister somehow falling from the sky, who then was slammed into a tree by another flying kid, a crazy girl riding into the clearing she was at on an Ursa with a friend, and a redhead being chased by a Deathstalker, all in the same day they were launched into the Emerald Forest for initiation, it was hard for her to keep calm, especially with the crazy girl messing with the Rook relic. So, simply put, she exploded into, in a very literal and metaphorical sense, a fiery mess.

"Graaa! I can't take any more of this! Can't everyone just calm down for even tw-"

Yet, as if to mock her, she was cut off by a blinding light. When the light faded, the Deathstalker that was chasing the redhead appeared to be crushed by a guy with orange hair, who happened to be very much passed out in the gore of the Grimm.

"Looks like your wish isn't going to be granted, Yang." Blake said, ribbing her blonde teammate. She was only met with an annoyed snort before said blonde stomped over to the unconscious teen.

She crouched beside him, jabbing him in the ribs with her finger. "Hey, you okay?" She asked the form, rolling him over to see him unconscious. "Well, that makes sense. He did just squish a Deathstalker." She muttered to herself before looking at the group. "Think we should take him with us?

Blake shrugged. "We are training to be Hunters and Huntresses. It would seem hypocritical to leave this guy lying here."

"Yup, we should definitely bring him." Ruby said, grinning emphatically.

The general consensus went along those spoken lines, and Yang picked him up, carrying him over her shoulder. "Alright, he is coming with us then! But before we go, what are we going to do with that Nevermore?" As if to illustrate her point, she pointed at the giant bird-like Grimm flying at them.

"...It didn't give up?" Ruby spoke, shaken by the prospect. As if answering her, the Grimm flew overhead, scattering its feathers at the collection of students, scattering them, as a girl in a predominantly white outfit fell from the back of the beast. This girl fell screaming for help, and the man currently on Yang's shoulder woke up in an instant. Without giving Yang a chance to put him down, he used her as a spring board to leap off of, much to her indignation, and caught the falling girl, standing in the air as she caught her breath.

Weiss, conversely, was unable to speak a single sentence at the change of pace. One moment, she was falling off the back of a giant Nevermore, and in the next, she was in the arms of an almost shirtless man, who happened to stand in the air like it was nothing.

"Are you okay?" The man asked in a gruff voice. She nodded curtly, huffing a small bit.

"Yeah, I am fine. Would you put me down now?"

"Oh, right." Ichigo said, as if forgetting he was doing the impossible. He then began stepping down the air as if on steps, landing in front of the group of teens who then clustered around them. He then helped her to her feet from his arms before stepping back.

"Are you okay, Weiss?" Ruby asked timidly, uncomfortable with the stranger by her.

"No, I am not okay! You abandoned me up there, you idiot!" Weiss raged. "How can you just leave your partner on the back of a Grimm all by herself?! Do you know how crazy you are to even consider jumping?"

Ruby just shuffled in place, unable to reply under the barrage sent her way.

"But, we are both safe now, I guess." Weiss said begrudgingly. "So, it wasn't all that bad." Ruby then beamed at her praise.

"Am I the only one who is wondering why there are giant monsters running around?" Ichigo asked, bringing the group's attention back to him. "And where the hell am I?" Dumbfounded stares was his unanimous answer. "What?" He defended. "Why is everyone looking at me like this is normal. I mean, I don't remember this being commonplace."

"What do you mean?" Weiss asked incredulously. "Grimm have been around for centuries. How could you not remember them?"

Ichigo paused, before speaking slowly. "What do you mean, centuries? I have never seen, let alone heard of these 'Grimm' as you call them."

"Guys, as interesting as this conversation is, we need to talk later. That Nevermore is circling back to us." The male blonde of the group said, pointing to the sky. And as he said, the large, black bird was coming back right for them at a dangerously fast speed. "What are we going to do?"

"Fight, obviously." Ichigo said before anyone else could speak up.

"Are you insane? There is no way we can fight that thing here." Blake said, exasperated. "We need to run away, now."

Ichigo just scoffed. "You kidding? Something with that little energy will be nothing for me." And without another word, the carrot-top charged up a Getsuga Tensho as he shunpo'ed closer to the beast, shocking everyone with a speed they could not comprehend. Another instant later, the Grimm that was hounding them was eradicated in a large, dark explosion of energy.

Upon returning, Ichigo was met with a fiery blast to the face. "What the hell was that for!"

"That is for using me as a spring earlier!" Yang shouted back. "That hurt you know? Now my shoulder is all stiff."

"Hey, I just woke up to the sound of someone yelling for help! I didn't mean to use you to save her." Ichigo pointed at Weiss as he spoke, making her blush.

"Is anyone going to bring up how he came here?" The raven-haired teen in the group said. "I mean, he did come out of nowhere and literally crushed that Deathstalker as if it were a mere bug." He was ignored, spoken over by his less-than-sane partner Nora, who was gushing about the huge explosion Ichigo made. Ren just sighed before he grabbed Nora and changed tactics. "We have our Relics, right? Then lets go. We should talk to Ozpin on this, because standing here is just drawing out our initiation."

Everyone, having actually heard this bit, nodded, and Ruby dramatically posed on a rock, pointing to the cliff in the distance, excitedly stating "And were off!" before disappearing in a cloud of rose petals. Nora, taking a card from Ruby's action, giggled as she pulled out her hammer, boosting her way over the trees ash she stood on it. Yang just shrugged and launched herself with her gauntlets, followed by the rest as they ran as fast as they could to keep up.

(XoxoX)

The impromptu race ended within a short half-hour, with Ruby standing victorious at the top of the cliff, grinning to herself.

"Well done, ladies, gentlemen. I do believe that was the fastest initiation to date." Ozpin said as he approached the group. "You also seemed to have picked up another person! May I ask who you are, stranger?"

The most of the group did a collective facepalm as they forgot entirely to ask the man himself. "My name is Ichigo Kurosaki, sir." He stated. The reaction that was returned, however, stunned everyone. The calm and collected Ozpin has dropped his cane and mug in readily apparent shock. It took the man a moment to recollect himself before the mask he had replaced itself, and he picked up his cane and mug, albeit shaking slightly.

"Forgive me for that. It's just...that name is part of a tale that has been passed in my family for generations, and it caught me off guard. Glynda, could you escort these students back to the school? I need to talk to Mr. Kurosaki here."

Glynda, still a bit stunned herself, merely waved at the teens around Ichigo before walking away, and they followed suit. When only Ichigo and Ozpin were left, the silverhead spoke up again. "I need you to follow up to my office, Ichigo. I do believe you have questions that are in need of answering." And then Ozpin took off, Ichigo following quickly behind. They ran at a speed that quickly overtook Glynda and the crowd of students and passed them, with only Goodwitch comprehending that they were even passing by. In no time, Ichigo and Ozpin were in his office, and the headmaster took his seat.

"So, before we begin, let me tell you a story my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather had told my family. He spoke of people called Shinigami, of how they were the masters of the Afterlife. They ruled for over many millennium, and they were the undisputed power of the Afterlife. However, at some point, three of the leaders turned traitor, and brought down the rule. It happened in a war where he led beings called Hollows, Arrancar, and Espada."

As Ozpin spun his tale, Ichigo's eyes widened and began to sweat, unbelieving of the accuracy that the story was told compared to what he remembered. He did not interrupt though, knowing that the man was not done.

"At the same time this was happening, a young teen was rising to power at a rate unheard of, and led a charge into the enemy's territory. They apparently met heavy resistance, and while many of the enemy was killed, so too was the supposed hero lost. The villain, a bastard named Aizen, fought and defeated all of the Shinigami that stood in his path, sacrificing a whole town for his own means. He broke into the Palace that he desired to go to, defeated the elite warriors that resided in there, and killed the King of all Souls, before succumbing to the wounds he accumulated. And that is when the world degraded into the state it is now."

Ozpin stopped to take off and clean his glasses before continuing, his breathing shaky. "And I used to think that this was a fable to explain this world's creation. However, one detail has changed all of that. The hero this story told about was named Ichigo Kurosaki, and the way he was described is exactly as you look like."

To say Ichigo was stunned would be an understatement. His mind was running so quickly that he could not even move. He was currently centuries into the future. He had failed his friends. The life he knew was now long since gone. Aizen had killed his family. Slowly, his mind began to shut down, only to be brought back by a burning splash on his face. Snapping to, Ichigo howled in pain.

"Sorry Ichigo, but you needed that. I could almost hear you shutting down." Ozpin said, not even remotely apologetic.

"Well you didn't need to use your fucking coffee, old man!"

Ozpin merely shrugged. "I heard it both ways. But, please, ask me anything. I will answer all your questions."

Ichigo paused before responding. "Tell me, from the date this story began, how far in the future are we?"

"Over five hundred years, Ichigo." Ozpin said quietly. "Probably more, considering my family's long lifespans."

"No shit." Ichigo said to himself, pausing. "Then, what are these Grimm?"

"We don't entirely know, but the idea is that they are negative emotions given form. Only, my family believes that these are mutated Hollows, but that is considered if the tale was true, which you have proven they are."

"I don't know, they don't feel like hollows. There is no instinct in their attacks, just mindless fury." Ichigo mused. "But at least I have an idea of what they are. I guess I have one final question." Ichigo leaned on Ozpin's desk, leaning in. "Do you know the name of the man who started this story."

Ozpin smiled forlornly, finally receiving an easy question. "Of course. Before the land changed to the way to the shape it is now, the man who started this story was known as Kisuke Urahara.

Well, I am back now. Sorry if the quality was sub-par, but I am really out of practice.

Still, thank all of you who stuck with this asshole who did not update for a year. Who knows, maybe I will write at a regular rate now!

Last things before you can leave. I need a beta. Like, really badly. And this title is a work in progress, so if anyone has a better idea, please give me you idea! I will credit you with it, of course.

See you later!