Love/Hate Relationship
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. *has a sad*
A/N: If these are liked I may start a second set that talks about specific points in their lives together. (And that may or may not include smut, if I feel like it, muahahaha.)
Okay, I realize that these inner Hollows are basically OCs. And usually I hate OCs in fanfiction. But I'm hoping this came out pretty good and they fit right with their partners. Please enjoy! ~Love, Nana-chan
Chapter One
Lisa Yadomaru
Lisa regretted the night she'd volunteered to go on the rescue team. The minute she had left the building she was doomed to lose her life in Soul Society. She wasn't quite sure what was happening when she had to fight a monstrous Hollowfied Kensei, and even less sure when she was stabbed by an unseen attacker, only to throw up and lose consciousness. Waking up in prison, being brought to safety by Shihoin-taicho, getting shipped off to the human world in a specialized gigai. The whole way feeling terrible and confused and out of control.
"Hello there," the not-Lisa had said, leaning on nothingness. Lisa had looked around. She was standing there, in nothingness, with not even the semblance of air. She remembered calling out for her zanpakuto spirit.
"Haguro Tonbo isn't here at the moment. Call back later," the not-Lisa had said, laughing a little.
Before Lisa could blink or demand answers, the not-Lisa had appeared directly behind her, placing a cold, white hand on Lisa's waist. She whispered, "My name is Alis. Alis Yadomaru." She smirked.
"I'm the Yadomaru here," Lisa had snapped, shaking off the frighteningly familiar hand, all too much like her own. "Where is Haguro Tonbo?"
"I told you, not here," Alis said. Her hand had reached for Lisa again; the ex-shinigami slapped it away.
"Don't touch me," she had warned.
Alis clicked her tongue. "Don't you know who I am?"
"Not me!" Lisa retorted.
"I'm that part of yourself that isn't so nice," Alis had said, suddenly in front of Lisa, one hand supporting her chin and the other being inspected carefully. "I'm the part of you that's Hollow."
"I am not a Hollow," Lisa snarled, backing away.
Alis looked up unconcernedly. "Au contraire, Lisa." She smirked again. "You are part-Hollow, part-shinigami. You're the shinigami. And I am the Hollow."
"Get out!" Lisa had commanded. "Give back Haguro Tonbo!"
"Fight me for it," Alis had shot back, tossing a sword at Lisa. Lisa caught it with ease, and she hefted it in her right, then her left hand.
"Can you die?" she asked, making every move, every step, every word deliberate.
"I die when you die," Alis had responded. "But if you can gain my respect, you can win control over your body. This is a shared vessel now, Lisa. The question is, who's the one who rules?" She feinted, a wicked smile spreading over her face. "Have at."
Lisa remembered this now with both fondness and anger. Alis had been the one to destroy her life, but it was far from her direct fault. Aizen had been the true criminal there. So though Alis was something to be hated, she wasn't inherently bad. Mischievous, mildly evil at most, but she had become Lisa's closest friend and confidante. So she couldn't be that bad, could she?
Lisa had won their first fight. Panting, sword clanging uselessly in her weak hand, Alis had submitted. "You," she had breathed, "are far superior to me. I give control…to you."
She had not tested Lisa again, though they fought for fun now and again. Alis was eager to learn about Lisa and life outside of the inner world. They could sit there for hours in the nothingness, listening or talking. Haguro Tonbo joined them now; returning since Alis had given up control. They, as part of Lisa's soul, were easier to talk to than anyone. Nobody, not even the Vizards, understood her unique situation better than Alis and her zanpakuto spirit. Certainly, the others had been betrayed, and deprived of their previous lives. But Kensei had Mashiro. Rose had Love. Shinji had Hiyori. And vice versa. Lisa and Hachi were both alone; the difference was that Hachi preferred loneliness. Lisa abhorred it. She would do anything to return to Soul Society, have everything back to normal again, although she refused to show it.
Very few people ever saw Lisa cry. Alis and Haguro Tonbo were most of them. Lisa almost cried outside of within herself. But it was not uncommon – it was normal, even – for Alis to see Lisa cry.
Alis was born for evil. Born to destroy and fight, not comfort. But somehow she managed to do just that. She fought loyally for and with Lisa, with respect and obedience. She watched Lisa cry and managed to make her laugh at those times.
And most importantly, she kept Lisa alive that lonely hundred years.
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