Dark Prophecies, Memories of Somebody

Nightmares & Nostalgia, The Years that have gone by...
"You're a Substitute Soul Reaper now...!"

"Go back to the World of the Living...it is where you belong...!"

"Don't get full of yourself, human!!!"

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?"

"Stand up, Ichigo...stand up and fight!"

"My name, is..."

"Sometimes, when you're up high, all that stuff that used to be messed up and confusing, becomes crystal clear..."

"My true desire...is to protect you, Ichigo...!"

"I'd rather die than see a world without you in it!"

"Ichigo...I feel so warm..."

"Ichigo...!"

"AAAAAUGH!" The young, seventeen year old oranged haired teenager woke up with a frightful gasp with eyes wide open from his latest nightmare. With sweat layered over his body, and caked his unruly spiked hair, he had to forcefully calm himself from the nightmare he had. Moving his legs over to the side of the bed, he sighed as he scratched the back of his neck and his eyes refocused on his room.

But the peace wasn't there for long...

WHAM!

"ICHIGOOOOOO-" Came the cry of his emotionally disturbed, if not borderline clinically insane, father, Isshin Kurosaki, flew himself in a dynamic entered kick towards Ichigo's head. Unfortunately...

WHOOSH!

...all Isshin hit was air, as Ichigo deftly ducked, and allowed his father to fly out the open window, and nearly fall to his demise outside the front of the house.

"W-W-What the Hell were you thinking?!" Ichigo's tear-draining father shouted incredulously, as he scrambled to get back up into his room, with his lower body dangling off the edge of his son's window, "what would've happened if I fell out of that window?!"

"I dunno," Ichigo spoke in annoyed, soft tone, as he looked off to the corner of his room, "maybe you would've died and then go to the Soul Society I guess..."

"Uhhhh," Isshin looked waywardly at his son as he entered the room, slowly getting to his feet before locking a serious gaze upon him, "you okay? I heard you shout just before I-"

"Its nothing, dad," Ichigo said with a sigh, rolling his eyes before dragging a hand down his face, "just some dreams...of somebody...I dunno."

"Well, try to deal with whatever you have to," Isshin said nonchalantly, walking around his son awkwardly, before moving to walk out of the room, "your sister is preparing breakfast, so come have at it before it gets cold..."

"Yeah, whatever," Ichigo sighed before clasping both hands over his face, allowing himself to breathe normally and quietly alone, "if I can just remember what I dreamt about, I wouldn't be having the same damn vague images pop in my head..."

To be continued...