I was walking with Starrk through the Gargantua. As we arrived on the other side I could see it was night.
"You sure about this?" he asked.
I nodded, "I need to process everything that has happened. Also I'm pretty sure that my family misses me." I waved, "Goodbye."
I headed towards my house, trying to be as discrete as possible. I opened my window, looking for my body.
I couldn't find it, so I looked around the house. I came across my sisters sleeping in their room. I couldn't help the smile from spreading across my face.
I left my house and started towards Urahara's. If my body wasn't at home it was probably there. I stopped when I saw figures standing in front of the shop.
I couldn't make out what they were saying, so I got closer. One was Urahara, and the other was a Soul Reaper by what he was wearing. I decided to see who he was talking to.
"Yo, Hat & Cloggs," I walked towards him. I paused as the person turned around, "Dad?" It shouldn't be possible, but my dad was standing in front of me, with a Soul Reaper get up.
Both of them stared at me, not moving for a while.
"What's wrong?" I crossed my arms.
My father was the first to move. As he walked over to me, he hit me over the head.
"What the hell was that about?" I yelled at him, "That's how you greet your son after he just came back?"
He huffed, "That's what you get for getting yourself kidnapped! What was the purpose of teaching you how to fight if you'll get taken that easily?"
"First of all," I was getting annoyed, "attacking me when I'm asleep doesn't count as teaching me how to fight. Secondly, I was kidnapped while I was unconscious, so there wasn't much I could do about it!"
Suddenly he hugged me, "Welcome home, Ichigo." He let me go, hitting me on the back.
Urahara cleared his throat, "Not that this isn't touching, but don't you think we ought to go inside? I assume you're here for your body?"
I nodded, following Urahara into his shop. My father right behind me. We walked to the back, sitting at a round table. We were served tea as we sat in silence.
"Before you go back into your body," Urahara brought out a shihakushō for me, "how about changing first?"
"First I have a question to ask," I turned towards my father, "Why are you wearing that outfit, and how do you know Urahara?"
He sighed, "I'm a Soul Reaper, or rather I was one. As for Urahara, I owe him."
I took the shihakushō from Urahara, walking into another room. I reluctantly take off my clothes.
After getting changed, I looked at the clothes Aizen gave me. Holding it up to my nose I took a deep breath in, embracing the smell. I folded the clothes and brought them with me.
When I got back to the room, my dad was gone and my body was lying there on the floor.
"I'll take those," Urahara extended his hand.
I clutched the clothes tighter. Realizing what I was doing I handed over the clothes.
He took the clothes, "So if you don't mind me asking, what did Aizen do to you?"
I felt my face heat up as I thought about what I remember. I tried to speak but the words got caught in my throat. I couldn't tell him, I felt my tears.
His eyes grew wide, tipping his hat to cover his eyes, "I see, I won't force you to talk about it."
"Thanks," I walked over to my body, getting inside it.
"But I am curious as to how you escaped," he hid his mouth with his fan.
"I didn't," I admitted, "he let me go." Suddenly I realized something. I gasped, "I forgot about Orihime!" I scratched my head furiously, "How could I have done that?!"
"So then, I trust she's alive and well?" he asked.
I calmed down, "Yeah, Aizen's using her for some reason. I never really asked about it." I rested my chin in my hand, "I guess I was preoccupied."
"Oh," he closed his fan, "with what?"
"Well, up until recently I had lost my memories," I admitted. "So I really didn't know any better."
"You lost your memories?" he placed his fan on the table.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm still missing some memories. But I think that most of the important ones are there."
"How can you tell?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, I just have a feeling."
"You never fail to amaze me Ichigo."
I yawned, struggling to keep my eyes open. I tried to stay awake, but to no avail. I slowly drifted off to sleep.
My dream started off with me chasing a banana. When I finally caught it, it peeled itself to reveal a chocolate donut that had my father's face on it. It started chasing after me with a balloon sword. Then Aizen showed up in samurai gear and fought with the donut.
After beating up the donut he walked over to me. "You need to wake up Ichigo."
My eyes widened, "What are you-"
I was interrupted by a kiss.
I shot up, panting, I was in Aizen's bed. I was still in chains with my clothes in tatters. I couldn't remember what had happened after he poured that strange liquid on my head.
I had a bad feeling that this was only the beginning.
