You walked down the street, happy that they were filled. That way it'd be harder for Suì-Fēng to reach you. As you wandered around, you realized that Orihime was right. You had no clue where to start. You had no family and you weren't sure if your name remained the same throughout the process or if it was something you made up. While in deep thought, your arm is gripped tightly and you're turned around.

"What were you thinking?" You're forced to face Ichigo. He didn't look too happy with your decision.

"Did they send you here?" You asked, knowing the answer was yes.

"I was sent because they don't want you alone." He released you from his hold and placed a hand on your shoulder. "If you go about this the wrong way, they will try and kill you. They don't like it when people challenge them." He warned. "Be more careful."

"I will."

"Where are you headed to?" The both of you continued walking.

"Anywhere that'll help."

"How about we go to the library and look through the archives?" He suggested. "All deaths, births, divorces, etc. are kept there."

~

"Sorry, only family members have access to the death records of their relatives." The man at the desk informed Ichigo. "Unless you can bring written consent I can't let you have the file."

"I'm family, I got their entire name when I was born." You tried to convince him, but it didn't work. The both of you left the counter, going near the bookshelves. "If only he was someone who didn't care about their job." You groaned while running your fingers along the spine of a graphic novel.

"Don't worry, he'll go on break sooner or later. There isn't any other staff today, we can sneak into the backroom then." He leaned against the shelves, watching as you flipped through the book. "I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner." Ichigo looked away, keeping an eye on the librarian. You shook your head, closing the book.

"I didn't even know because I somehow managed to keep it from myself." You put the book away and leaned against the shelves, imitating Ichigo which made him smile. "How long do you think we have till he leaves."

~

"Ugh," You groaned, your head thrown back over the chair. "Ichigo, we've been here for hours." He got up from his seat, stretching his body.

"Let's sneak into the room now then." He suggested. "That means when he goes on break, we'll know for sure that he's in the breakroom." You agreed to his plan and followed him. After having to avoid being caught from the librarian by hiding between the aisle and going into the storage closet, you reached the door.

"Of course it's locked." You grunted as you tried forcing the handle down.

"I got it." With no effort, Ichigo broke the handle and pushed the door in. "After you." He laughed at your surprised reaction.

"Don't mind if I do." When you step into the room, you're amazed at how large it was, compared to the front. The room was darker and had multiple brown shelves that seemed to go on forever. "Where do we start?"

"There's golden letters attached to each shelf." He pointed out. "Let's go down the one with your last initial." You nodded in agreement and the both of you walked down the aisle with the letter. You searched as quickly as you could until you heard Ichigo call out to you. "I found it." He rushed to your side holding out the file. "You should be the one to open it." You flipped it open looking over the birthdate and at the name of your parents. Your face twisted in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"I was born to Yasu and Macy Higurashi, almost four centuries ago." Looking further down the file, you're left with another clue. "I went missing around the forest, near the park a few blocks from your house."

"Then let's start... hey what are you doing?" Ichigo nearly yelled when he turned to see you stuffing the file in your clothing.

"Shh, lower your voice and let's go back to the others."