These Dreadful Days Of Summer Vacation

Yea....this is my first story that I've let ANYONE else read other than Jenni-chan...so PLEASE don't flame! And I would do special junk like change the font type, but everytime I do and upload it, the stupid website changs it to normal, so I can't put in Italics or nothin! Anyways PLEASE review my story so I can see how I did & remember... reviews make a good story and flames make a barbeque!
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It was a warm and sunny Friday. The sun's friendly rays beamed down on Ichigo Kurosaki's hair as he and Orihime made their way home. The last day of school had gone perfectly well. Tatsuki hadn't sucker punched him playfully in the stomach, Orihime hadn't got all teary eyed, and even Keigo hadn’t jumped on him once this year like he did last year, screaming “WAAAAH!! ICHI-KUN I’M GONNA MISS YOU!” Everyone but the teacher was acting like it was a regular everyday school day at the high school. She had brought a scrap-book and had everyone sign it along with their pictures.
A clearing of someone's throat brought Ichigo's mind out of lala land and he looked up to see Orihime smiling at him. He could see her house over her shoulder.
"Are you going anywhere over the summer Ichigo?" the orange-haired girl asked him.
"No." He replied, then thought about it and also said," Well, I might go to the Soul Society to visit Rukia and all the other idiots that wanna rematch."
Orihime giggled at the thought of Ikkaku, and then Yachiru-chan making a crack about his bald head.
"When you go, do you promise you'll take me with you to visit?" Orihime asked, her eyes big and fearful.
"What? Oh,yea. Of course." Ichigo replied, scratching an imaginary itch on the back of his skull.
"Thank you." Orihime answered and turned to leave, her hand in the air, calling out a goodbye as she ran to her house.
Ichigo continued his short walk to his house. As he walked, he thought of a certain red-haired shinigami and how much he missed seeing his face so often.
'That settles it' he thought to himself. 'I'll just hafta visit him Monday. Yea, that'll be funny! He's in his room doing paperwork and I bust in the door, zanpakuto drawn and yelling ' Abaraii Renji! I wanna rematch!'
He smiled to nobody in particular and stopped shot of his front yard, smiling as he looked at the house, thinking about how much fun this summer was going to be.
Lost in thought, Ichigo didn't hear the glass shattering until a figure was hurled out of his bedroom window.
It was a person in a Death God uniform.
The stranger was wearing a blood-covered shihaksho and their face was covered. A drawn zanpakuto was quickly sheathed in mid-air as the mysterious being descended onto the ground not 15 yards away from him. They looked at Ichigo for a minute, then jumped on the rooftop of his neighbor, and disappeared.
"Hey! Wait!" Ichigo yelled, running after them, but the figure was already gone. Realization dawned on him, and Ichigo raced into his house, screaming for his dad and sisters.
No answer.
Terror gripping his very soul, Ichigo raced to Isshin Kurosaki's room, then Karin and Yuzu's. But found no one.
"Maybe they only stole something." he thought hopefully.
He walked to his room and opened the door, preparing to get on his computer.
The entire room was a bloodbath.
There was splatters on the wall and the window was broken from where the stranger had gotten out. Long red and white gashes on the wall indicated where someone had been cut clean through. Pillow stuffing lay on the bed and he didn't even have to look at his bed to know what it was covered in. There was even blood on the ceiling lights, causing his room to be bathed in a ghostly red.
But these facts didn't really bother Ichigo. Well, not as much as what was laying on the floor in his room. What bothered him was the pile of human flesh in the middle of his room. He walked over, with an uneasy grimace, as he choked on fear. His entire family, Dad and two sisters, lay dead on the floor in a deep puddle of dark red liquid.
Yuzu's arms were all torn up and her mouth was still open from her scream shortly before death. Karin's eyes were open, her throat slashed, and laying on top of Ichigo's youngest sister. The most horrific sight was Ichigo's father. Or at least he thought it was his dad. Another glance told him that it was. His old man's arms were stretched out, depicting that he had been struggling to protect Karin and Yuzu. His body was broken and gashes and lacerations covered most of his body.
Icigo's eyes froze as he saw what had been carved into his father's chest:

DEATH TO THE FRIENDS OF THE SHINIGAMI…..

Ichigo tried to scream, but no sound came out.
He fell to his knees, tears running down his still wide eyes.
Ichigo's mind raced, his heart pounding as he struggled to think what to do.
His mind working at full-capacity, his brain went into overload, and his vision faded. He began to fall forward, until he felt a pair of familiar tattooed arms reach out to catch him.
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Ichigo woke up sweating. He looked around, checking out his surroudings. He was in a hospital room, his arms and legs shackled to the bed.
"What’s - What’s goin’ on?!" he yelled.
"Do you really need to ask such a question?" a powerful voice answered.
"Who's there?" Ichigo cried fearfully.
The figure in the shihaksho stepped into the light.
"SHOW YOURSELF!" Ichigo roared.
The mask was removed. It was Captain Aizen.
"You!" Ichigo gasped.
"Yes, me." Aizen answered in a cold voice. "It was rather fun slaughtering your family. You're father proved to be one tough cookie though. Seems as if he'd had a bit of experience in dealing with enemies."
Ichigo grinned inwardly as he thought of how his old man attacked him whenever he could to catch him off guard. ' I guess you're shenanigans didn't pull through for you on this one dad.' He thought grimly to himself.
"Now there’s the little problem of what to do with you." Aizen's voice reluctantly pulled Ichigo back to reality.
Ichigo started trembling, the hospital bed shaking, as he took in what Aizen had just said. The crazy brunette was going to HURT him!
Aizen flipped a knife out of his sleeve into the air and caught it again.
"It would look so good to see this sticking out of your heart. However, you'd look even better covered in your own blood, moaning in pain. So I think I want to draw it out." Aizen drawled. "Like this!"
As soon as the word "this" escaped Aizen's lips, he plunged the knife into Ichigo's side, causing a shrill scream to sound.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"