Ribbons. The first thing that you're aware of is and endless stretch of pale ribbons with a few red ones floating through the tangle, except that that's not true at all. You've always been aware, always been here . . . wherever here is.
Your name is Ichigo Kurosaki.
And it's not.
You go to Homurahara with your friends. Stoic Chad, peppy Inoue, and all the others- Tatsuki, Uryu, and those other two normals; they're your companions.
Except they're not.
You fight monsters called hollows, dead and tormented souls that prey on the innocent. One killed your mother. A horde descended on your town. More, more, still more of them, all ended with your borrowed blade.
And you've never seen a hollow in your life.
More memories that have always existed slot into place, a family that was never yours, and you are complete. Your feet step onto the rooftop, your lungs breathe air, and your stark white hair rustles in the breeze. It's all fake. You see the real Ichigo with the hilt of a blade clasped in one hand, alight with his nearly realized shinigami powers.
You could really hate that guy. He's got everything you don't, everything you want, everything you need with every fiber of your being, and it would feel so good to take it away from him.
He's not even looking at you- you could cross the distance and cut him down, take his place, become king of this landscape of mysterious floating buildings and cloudy sky, but you've got a better idea.
Grinning madly, you squint yellow and black eyes as you count the instants, waiting for the moment to- Now!
Ichigo blurs, dissolving as he vanishes from his inner world, but not before you grab the sword as well.
Force, sound, dust all around you swirling in an explosion that shoots up the sunken shaft you're at the bottom of. You stagger back, disoriented, still confused and overwhelmed by memories and emotion. The real Ichigo leaps up and out but you stay here in the cool dark by the curved wall, unsure of what to do. You should do something, you're sure.
Eh, you'll figure it out as you go. That's worked for Ichigo and you're him.
Kind of.
You guess?
"The hell with it." You mutter, and leap out of the shaft in one graceful movement, sword a reassuring weight on your back. You land next to a little girl in a pink skirt. Ichigo's facing off against that creep in the hat and sandals, Urahara. You don't like that guy, not because of any real reason- you just don't like him.
"Um . . ." The girl says, looking at you with wide, confused, eyes. You think her name's Ururu? "Mister Urahara?"
The scruffy man glances over once, then his head snaps to stare full on at you. "Well that's unusual." He says, poleaxed. Ichigo's eyes nearly pop out of his skull when he turns around a second later.
You flip them both the bird. "Well fuck you too."
What to do?
[] Fight Ichigo
[] Fight Urahara
[] Fight everybody
[] Go home
[] Get to safety
AN: Anything after Aizen's defeat is not considered canon for the purpose of this quest.