Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic. I'm quite nervous about putting this out because I don't think its good enough... but I'm only a beginner so I hope you guys understand!

By the way... this story has NOTHING to do with the original story of Bleach... except for the characters. You'll notice some OC.

Disclaimer: I do own Bleach... ONLY in my Dreams


Takeshi stared at the strange orange-haired man that was sleeping on their front porch.

"Ne, Taki-nii," Mai, his little sister, pulled on his sleeve, "Do you know who he is?"

Takeshi, who was leaning down at the stranger, stood up straight and shook his head. "Nope. Never saw him before in my life."

"Then what should we do? Mama and everyone else aren't home," Mai said.

"Well," Takeshi scratched the back of his raven-haired head, "I guess we should try and call Abarai-san. I don't think his working today at the police station."

"'Kya!" Mai called out as she jumped up and ran into the house.

Takeshi was still standing in front of his house as his sister ran to call their mother's friend. Hmm. Maybe I should go inside until he arrives, Takeshi thought. But just as he was about to move, the strange man started to wake up. Shocked, Takeshi gasped as he fell on his bottom.

"YAAWWN" The stranger stretched and scratched his orange hair, "Aw man, when did I fall asleep?" he asked himself.

He stood up and just as he was dusting off his pants he looked down and saw a familiar looking, raven-haired boy, sitting on the ground and staring up at him.

Where have I seen this kid—the older man looked at the boy closely when he suddenly realized who he was. "Takeshi!"

"Yes!" Takeshi shouted out a reply more as a reaction than to answer the man.

Noticing how awkward the silence was, he quickly got up and stared at the man with the same scowl on his face. "Who the hell are you? How do you know my name?"

The orange-haired man leaned closer. "You don't remember me? I'm your otou-"


Both men turned around when the orange-haired girl ran out the door, towards her older brother.

"Mai!" Takeshi yelled, "Go back inside the house!"


"Don't argue with me!"

The older man looked at Mai and back at Takeshi. "Takeshi, when did you get a little sister?" he asked.

Takeshi hid his sister behind him after giving up trying to pry her little fingers off his sleeve. "What's it to you, old man? Just tell me how you know me."


The kids turned around and the older man looked up. They saw a red-haired man with tattoos across his forehead, running up to them.

"What's going on here?"



The red head looked up and looked at the orange-haired man who called out his name. "I-Ich-Ichigo?" He muttered.

The said man walked up to Renji with a big grin. "Hey man! How've you been?"

Renji replaced his confused look with a grin. "Ichigo! 'bout time you came back! Where the hell have you been these past seven years?"

The two older men were greeting each other but Takeshi didn't have a happy look on his face. Who is this man that Abarai-san is greeting so friendly-like? And why does he look so familiar?


Renji and the other man turned around and looked at the young boy who was still hiding his sister.

"Takeshi," Renji called out, "Do you not know who this man is?"

"If I knew would I be asking you?"

The orange-haired stranger looked at him intently and smiled. Man, he sounds just like me.

"Takeshi," the stranger called out, "I know it's hard for you to remember me since you were only three when we last met."

Takeshi gave the man a more confused look as the stranger walked up to him, leaning down to meet his level, and placed his hand on the boy's raven hair.

"Watashi… Kurosaki Ichigo da."

Takeshi's eyes widen with disbelief. "Ku…kuro…ku—"

Ichigo nodded his head. "I'm your father."

So, what do you think so far? It's short but with each chapter it's going to get longer (hopefully).