Author's comment: Hello everyone. I am proud to present the prequel for my very first fanfic here at , the story resides in the Bleach world, and this takes place after the Soul Society won against Bach. This is my imagination so of course the shinigamis won the battle. This will be my first yaoi fanfic and I am sure some of you might take the main pairing I have chosen as a surprise. I will not reveal the paring yet, but it will happen soon. Enjoy!

Prequel

Ichigo's eyes flickered as the voice of the captain rang across the speakers. "We are now passing the Japanese borders, we will descend in a short while." Ichigo muttered, before he yawned. Besides him a bundle of black hair moved, and Karin groaned before settling back into her sleep. Ichigo's lips curled into a slight smile as he brushed Karin's cheek with a loving hand. She was sound asleep, as she usually was during flight's like this.

They had been on the plane for hours now, they had been flying from England. A few days ago Ichigo had bordered the plane that had taken him to England. As usual Isshin was a caring father and had pleaded for Ichigo to escort Karin on her way home from the soccer academy in England.

Ichigo was dead tired, and hardly took notice of the slight rumbling in the plane. Everything from there an on was a daze, Ichigo hardly had time to react as the plane stalled and began diving towards the ground. On pure instinct he unlocked his seat belt and bent over his little sister to shield her for the impact that came moments later…

At the 4th divisions chambers a group of shinigami had gathered around one of the beds. Their eyes followed the body on the bed, as it shivered and threw itself from side to side. It was clear it was going through a trauma of a high level, they could see the pain that was shooting through its heart. A calm yet worried female voice broke the silence, and the eyes were moved in her direction as she spoke her worry. "Are you absolutely certain he will be ok Unohana?" The 4th squad captain looked at the raven haired girl with reassuring eyes, before replying in a gentle voice "He is strong, you just need to have faith Kuchiki." With that the silence settled around the bed, as several pairs of eyes once again directed their attention to the young man lying at the bed shaking in his dreams.

In Karakura town the Kurosaki clinic had been closed down temporarily.

Isshin and Yuzu were having a tough time dealing with the recent event. Before them laid Karin on a hospital bed, plugged to a respirator. She was hardly breathing, and had entered a deep coma.

Isshin turned his head towards his youngest daughter as Yuzu placed her head between her hands, while silent sobs went through her body. Isshin hated to see his beloved girls suffer so much, and he offered Yuzu the only support he could do as the adult he was, he gave her a shoulder to cry on.

In the living room of Kurosaki residence sat a party of friends, each and every one of them consumed by their own sorrow, finding a small comfort in each other. They had just been robbed off their best friend, and none of them knew if they would ever see him again, at least no until they themselves entered the afterlife.

On the dining table several pictures of the hot-headed and fiery spirited orange haired boy were displayed. In-between the photographs, bundles of flowers mourned for the boy while several living lights cried out their agony.

Ishida and Orohime rested on each other's shoulders, while Sado stared into the open space in front of him. In the couch sat the ever so happy Kisuke with his fan covering his face, in his eyes traces of sorrow could be seen as he petted the heads of Ururu and Jinta whom had crawled into his lap. Even Tessai was present, and there was an unmistakable emotion of grief in his face. Karakura had been rendered silent without the fiery young Kurosaki around any longer, and it was a wound that would need a long time to heal.

On a light post near the Kurosaki residence, the new head captain of the Gotei 13 guarded over the house, keeping any trouble from interrupting the mournful souls that resided within it.