A Hollowed Existence

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I don't own any of the characters or ideas used in this story, Bleach isn't mine.

This chapter assumes basic knowledge about the anime Bleach.

A Hollowed Existence
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Being able to speak with ghosts was something that Kurosaki Ichigo had always kept to himself. His orange hair gave his fellow classmates enough of a reason to target him and he honestly didn't want to deal with them if they ever found out he could talk to invisible beings that only he could see.

As far as he knew, it was a pleasure only he could partake in and he wanted to keep it that way, no matter how selfish that might've sounded.

Talking with ghosts relaxed him. It was almost liberating, really. He didn't have to worry about offending them – he'd found most ghosts to be extremely easy going – and they didn't obsess over his appearance like others his age did. At times, he would actively seek out a ghost to talk to instead spending time with his friends.

There was only so much he could take of Keigo, after all...

Of course, he wasn't aware of just how complicated his life would become because he could see spirits. He wasn't even aware of what reiatsu was or the fact that he himself housed an amount abnormally large for a human being.

He had no idea that beings called shinigami and hollows existed in the world. He was unaware of the fact that his reiatsu levels would draw their attention to him too.

He lived his life just like an ordinary teenager would... an ordinary teenager that had to fight because of his hair and could talk with spirits, anyway.

Kurosaki Ichigo would soon come to find though, that his days as an 'ordinary' teenager were doomed to come to an abrupt end.
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"Ichi-nii?"

A young orange haired man grumbled and turned on to his stomach, the sheets of his bed tangled haphazardly with his legs.

"Ichi-nii!?"

He started awake, rubbing his eyes blearily and blinking several times to get the room in focus.

"ICHIGO!"

His door slammed open, startling the boy enough to cause him to topple off his bed and onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

Of course, his face broke his fall.

Ichigo growled and picked himself up off the floor.

"The hell's your problem old man!"

Kurosaki Isshin grinned widely and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You completely ignored your dear, sweet sister! And to think she was kind enough to make breakfast for someone as undeserving as you!"

The orange haired teenager glanced at the doorway and found, just as his father had said, the form of his younger sister staring at him.

"Are you alright Ichi-nii?" Kurosaki Yuzu asked, worried that her father's antics may have caused her elder brother to hurt himself.

"Don't show the unworthy care and concern Yuzu! This hooligan doesn't deserve your sympathy!"

Ichigo waved off his sister's concerns, completely ignoring his father. The man was in one of his moods, again, and when he was in one of his moods, it was best just to ignore him.

"I'm fine. I'll be down in a few minutes, alright?"

Yuzu nodded and smiled brightly at him before proceeding downstairs, likely to join her twin in eating breakfast.