Hello Ladies and Gentlemen,
Welcome to my first attempt of writing a Bleach fic.

For those of you who know my previous work, this may be a bit different than whay your used to.
The begining will be very much like the original and I'm going to attemptto stick to the main storyline dispite the changes I've made to Ichigo.

Well I hope I've done ok, so enjoy and please don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN BLEACH OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!

If we are meant to fear that which we cannot see,
am I meant to fear everything?

"What the...!? you come here and stomp Li'l Yama and order us out like we're dogs?! You got a death wish you crazy punk? Speak!" yelled one of the skaters as Ichigo lazily rubbed the back of his head.

Ichigo 'Strawberry' Kurosaki,
15 years old
Hair: Orange
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: High School Student
Special Skill:...

"Say something you- Oof!" grunted the skater as Ichigo kicked him in the face, effectively shutting the punk up. The three other skaters in the background winced and began to back away, "He dropped Li'l Toshi!"

"This is messed up... real messed up. That's one blood thirsty berry head."

"I heard he's blind, but that guys a stone-cold killer! Mess with him and he'll KILL ya!"

Ichigo growled in the back of his throat and slammed his foot down onto the punk's back. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was the rumours. "Shut up! Look at that, all of you!" he yelled pointing behind him at the broken vase that had once held some flowers.

"Question One! What is that!" he asked. "You! The smelly one in the middle! Tell me." He said facing the skater punk, staring at him coldly.

"Huh, me?" he muttered, "Umm... an offering for some dead kid?" he asked only to be kicked in the face.

"Well, lookie here! Smellies got a brain!" yelled Ichigo pushing his heel into the punks shoulder

"Li'l Mitch!"

"Question Two!" he muttered stepping off the punk and turning his back on the last two.

"Li'l Mitch, you ok Li'l Mitch?!" asked the punks bending over their fallen member only to freeze and turn around when they felt a cold aura behind them.

"Why is that vase, lying on its side...?" hissed Ichigo, his dead eyes staring angrily into their own.

Ichigo 'Strawberry' Kurosaki,
15 years old
Hair: Orange
Eyes: Brown
Occupation: High School Student
Special Skill:

The punks swallowed audibly, "B-because... w-we knocked it over with our skate... boards?" muttered one timidly.

Ichigo nodded understandingly and slowly turning to face them fully. "Is that so..." he muttered only for his frown to turn into a deadly grin, "Well then,"

He can see ghosts

"You better apologize to HER hadn't you!" he said smoothly pointing over his shoulder to a young girl with a bloodied face, staring at the boys with a dazed look spreading across her young face.

"Aaaaaagghh!" they screamed before running off. "We're sorry! We're sorry! Don't hurt us! We'll never do it again!"

Ichigo scoffed, "Well... I don't think they'll be back for a while." He said turning to face the bright aura that illuminated the usual darkness he otherwise saw. "Sorry I had to use you like that..." said the blind teen.

"That's ok. I asked you to get rid of 'em. I was glad to help." said the young ghost cheerily hovering a few feet away. "If you don't mind my asking though, how could you see them... I thought you were blind." asked the young girl shyly.

Ichigo froze for a moment and mulled over his answer, "Just because I'm blind, doesn't mean I can't still 'see'." He muttered rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully before chuckling as he sensed the young ghosts' confusion. "I'll bring you some fresh flowers tomorrow." He said as he begun to walk away.

"Ok, thank you. Now I can rest in peace..." she said smiling brightly. Ichigo gave her a soft smile, "No problem, you rest in peace now ok."

It's true, I can see and talk to ghosts.

My family runs the local clinic. We're entrusted with the lives of the living.
While I, I am entrusted with the lives of the dead.

I was born with the ability to see the souls of the departed.
Now, even though my sight was taken from me, I still see them.

Walking calmly towards the entrance to the Kurosaki residence, Ichigo opened the front door. "I'm home..." he muttered stepping through the doorway only to be kicked into the wall.

"Your late! Do you know what time it delinquent! Dinner at this house is at 7 O'clock sharp, every night! Where have yo-... Ichigo?" pausing mid rant, Isshin slowly inched towards his son who was still laying face down on the floor.

"Ichigo...?" he asked kneeling down only to be slugged in the face by his not-to-happy son.

"Jerk! Is that how you greet your son who just helped a ghost find a bit of peace in this world!" he yelled looming angrily above his father.

"There are no excuses Ichigo!" yelled Isshin now that he had recovered.

"The rules of my house are Iron! You break them and you gotta bleed!" he yelled. "Or maybe you're trying to rub into my face that you can see ghosts and I can't despite of your condition! Why can't I have the gift! Why!?" he yelled pouting like a five year old who was refused his favourite toy.

"Shut up! I didn't ask for any of this! It just happened!" he yelled storming towards the kitchen, long having memorised the layout of his house (not to mention most of the city) to where his two twin sisters were sitting.

Even though the two were fraternal twins, they were complete opposites. Karin was more of a tom-boy and had black hair, while Yuzu had taken over the role of 'Mom' when Misaki died and was a shining blond.

"Please stop fighting. Dinners getting cold." Chastised Yuzu with her hands placed on her hips. Karin scoffed, "Let them fight Yuzu, leaves more for us." She muttered with her chopsticks in her mouth.

"The rules in this house are way too strict, old man!" he yelled over his shoulder before approaching Karin and Yuzu, "I'm going up stairs. Night you two." He muttered softly, kissing both on the top of their head before turning round and heading to the stairs.

Yuzu sighed, "Oh Ichigo..." she muttered shaking her head. Karin turned to Isshin who had just walked into the kitchen, "He left, it's your fault dad..."

Isshin frowned and then pouted, "What did I do?!" he asked innocently. Yuzu turned around to face him. "You know he doesn't like to talk about his conditions dad. Ichigo's been under a lot of pressure lately!"

"He told me that more souls than ever have been haunting him, and he's fed up!" she said crossing her arms across her chest. Isshin looked shocked, "What?! He talks about stuff like that with you!?" he yelled. Yuzu sighed, "I guess I'll take some supper up to his room later then."

"That boy... Why doesn't he come to ME with his problems?!" ranted Isshin. Karin scoffed, "Are you serious? I wouldn't bring my problems to you either. You are over 40, yet you have the emotional maturity of a pre-schooler."

Isshin gasped and wobbled over to a giant memorial poster of Misaki and began crying crocodile-tears. "Aw... my dear wife... Maybe it's because they hit puberty, but our daughters treat me like dirt... What should I do?" he moaned.

"First take down that stupid memorial picture." muttered Karin under her breath.

Ichigo sighed and closed the door to his room gently behind him. "Geez, why is my family so weird...?" he muttered before he felt a shift in the air around his room as something flew through his window. Turning his head he noticed the deep red aura that usually represented a certain kind of soul flitter into his bedroom.

'Hmm strange... feels like a butterfly. Wonder what they're doing here...'

Suddenly the aura grew larger and there was a soft thud as if someone about Yuzu's size had just landed on his floor. "What the..." he muttered. Only to hear the person slowly walk across the room towards him, "Its close..." she muttered, her voice now confirming her to be a girl.

Ichigo scowled and kicked her across the room. "How's that for close, jerk!" he yelled at the spirit. "What the hell are you doing in my room?! Haven't you Shinigami ever heard of privacy!" he yelled not caring that his father and sisters could probably hear him from down stairs.

"You... you can see me?! And... you kicked me!" she muttered in shock from the corner of the room where she had landed. Ichigo snorted, "Yeah I can see you, bright as day! What are you doing here?" he asked gazing at the red aura that illuminated the girl.

Suddenly Ichigo's door flew open and Isshin few in, kicking Ichigo in the back. "Quiet boy, stop jumping around up here!" he yelled only to be thrown off Ichigo's back. "Shut up old man! I'm trying to take care of ghost business here!" yelled Ichigo, literally throwing his father out of his room.

Sighing, Ichigo moved back to his bed and made himself comfortable leaning up against the wall. "I know you aren't a normal spirit, they have a white aura, your's is red. So, what is a Shinigami doing in my room?"

The spirit seemed stunned, "You can see our souls?" she asked seemingly interested.

Ichigo scoffed, "Yea right, I wish. I'm blind." He muttered.

"Blind! Then how-"

"I can only see the aura of the ghosts, not their real forms. You're a Shinigami; I've seen you're type of red aura before. Anyway, you still haven't answered my question; what are you doing here." He said playing ignorant for the last time.

Rukia scowled "My name is Kuchiki Rukia, I'm here to hunt down evil spirits called Hollows that devour human souls."

Ichigo snorted, "I know what hollows are." He muttered slipping something out of his pocket. "I'm going to have to thank Ji-san for this..." he said before slamming a badge to his chest.

Rukia watched on in disbelief as Ichigo's human body went limp and his soul emerged dressed in a Shinigami robe a giant cleaver wrapped in bandages on his back. "You sound no older than me, but I know from experience that age can be deceiving." He muttered. "An incident with a hollow took my eyes when I was seven years old. I've been trained as a soul reaper since I was ten."

Rukia was speechless. "Why haven't I heard about this?! I was told no one else from Soul Society was going to be here!"

"That's because I'm not from Soul Society; I'm a human with the properties of a Shinigami. I work for Urahara."

Rukia's eyes shot open. "Urahara Kisuke! How do you know him?!" she yelled.

Ichigo felt like rolling his non-seeing eyes, "He's my godfather; he helped me through my blindness and taught me about the Shinigami."

Now it was Rukia's turn to scoff, "Oh really. Well why don't I sense any reiatsu then."

"You want reiatsu? Here's your reiatsu."

As if a doorway was opened, a powerful wave of power flooded over Rukia, knocking the breath out of her before the rhetorical door was shut once again. "Now you see why I keep it concealed?" asked Ichigo adjusting his human body more comfortably onto the bed.

"But, but how? Without Seiratei knowing all this time?!" stuttered Rukia, then noticing how Ichigo suddenly became more alert. "Later!" he hissed before vaulting out of the window.

"What the..." muttered Rukia before suddenly hearing a Hollow roaring just outside. Realizing that that was the reason Ichigo had suddenly disappeared, she marvelled at the boy's abilities.

'He's not even an official Shinigami... how could he have sensed that hollow before me?'

Jumping towards the window, Rukia stood on the roof watching the scene in front of her. Ichigo had drawn his blade and had just cut through the hollows arm.

"What the hell do you think you're trying to do to my family you damn hollow!" he yelled furiously, landing in a defensive position in front of the Clinic. Raising his blade he released a wave of raitsu, "Getsuga Tenshou!" In a flash of brilliant light the hollow was split in two and dispersed into nothing more than spirit particles.

Bringing down his cleaver Ichigo stroked its blade lovingly, cleansing the blade of any hollow remains and whispered softly to it, his dead eyes showing a hint of sadness before they were overwhelmed with pride.

"My, my Kurosaki-san! It looks like you have beat me again!" said a jovial voice from the shadows.

Looking up, Ichigo lowered his blade. "No shit! This is my house! Is that you Urahara?" he asked before the man stepped out of the shadows.

"Indeed it is! Why don't we all go to my place for a cup of tea? That means you too Miss Kuchiki. I'm sure you have a few questions you want to ask." He said cheerily opening his fan.

Rukia stood open mouthed in the window for a moment before Urahara called up to her once again, "Catching enough flies up there!?" he chuckled. Rukia instantly closed her mouth noticing that Ichigo had come back into the room and finished carefully adjusting his human body so it was tucked under the covers of his bed. Frowning, Rukia followed Ichigo out the window and into the dark night.

Urahara smiled cheerily, "So who would like some tea?" he asked waving Tessai forward.

Ichigo just smiled and nodded, "Sure." He said before turning towards Rukia's aura, "Tessai makes good tea; try some." He said.

Rukia nodded and Tessai left the room. Only once he had left did Rukia slam her hand down on the table.

"Urahara, you have a lot of explaining to do!" she yelled only to point to Ichigo when he snickered, "And so do you! For one, how did you become a Shinigami if you aren't dead and how hasn't Soul Society found out about you yet!"

Ichigo and Urahara smirked simultaneously, "Trade Secret." said Urahara cheerfully, "As to your first question you're going to have to ask Ichigo, it's his business whether he chooses to tell you or not." He said grimly. Turning to Ichigo, Rukia was about to rant at him again when she saw that the grin that had been on his face had been replaced by a sorrowful frown.

"Ichigo?" she asked. The orangette raised his head; his non-seeing eyes seemed to stare right through her. After a few tense moments Ichigo stood up and turned away, walking into one of the many rooms the Shoten had to offer.

"It seems that you will not be getting your answers today Miss Kuchiki. I bid you a good night." said Urahara folding up his fan and making his way out of the room.

"Wait! What about my question?" said Rukia.

"It's not my place to say what happened... Ichigo may choose to tell you then again he may also choose not to." Urahara opened his fan back up and grinned down at Rukia from behind it.

"I'll need to inform Soul Society about this. Such an incident has never been heard of so they'll want to know what happened." Scowled Rukia taking out her phone only to have it snatched off her.

"Hey-!"

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that Rukia-san. Ichigo wants nothing to do with Soul Society. We both know how they treat what's different." said Urahara darkly. "I will not have Ichigo brought to the mercy of the Shinigami."

"It is my duty to report all strange happening's which I encounter in the human world, this one definitely counts as strange!" cried Rukia reaching for her phone which Urahara was currently holding above his head.

"Alright then, how about we make a deal?"

Rukia paused in her struggle to retrieve her phone and crossed her arms over her chest. "What kind of deal?"

"Well you'll just have to listen to me to find out wont you?" smiled Urahara from behind his fan.

Rukia scowled but nodded regardless, "Alright then, let's hear this deal."

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