AN: just a short oneshot that I felt like writing. Nothing to special.
this takes place in the Menos Forest when Ichigo and the rest are going to save Orihime.
Could contain spoilers for Ichi vs Ulqui final fight...
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
He hated it.
A menos class hollow stared down at him, hunger was the only thing on its mind.
He hated himself.
It prepared to fire a cero and he started to charge up an equally -if not more- powerful one from his horns.
He hated lying.
Both of the cero fired at the same time, the impact made his long orange hair move from behind his back, giving someone a clear vision of the hole in the middle of his chest.
He hated what he was.
His cero had almost destroyed the menos and he felt the feeling that he hated the most.
Hunger.
All hollows felt an extreme amount of hunger and most acted on in. He didn't, at least not most of the time. But with going to Hueco Mundo, the world where hollows reside the urge to devour became much more noticeable to him.
He had managed to separate himself from his friends in the Menos forest so that they wouldn't see him like this. So they wouldn't see what a monster he truly was.
Was it supposed to hurt when all of your friends fight and kill your own kind without a second thought about it? He didn't know, he could feel some emotions but he was mainly just...
Hollow
If they found out then would they... kill him? Would he be able to let them kill him without giving into his instincts?
The sound of footsteps behind him made him instinctively turn around only for his eyes to widen under his mask.
"Rukia..."
She sighed in frustration as she walked through the Menos forest, she had lost the others when she had felt a small spark of familiar spiritual pressure.
Ichigo.
But it hadn't felt the same as the same as when he would normally flare his spiritual pressure, it had felt more like a...
Hollows.
She had started to run to the location she had felt the spiritual pressure and what she had found almost made her break down then and there.
A Hollow stood there, with a Zanpakuto she was all to familiar with.
Zangetsu.
A hole in the middle of his chest, showing the loss of humanity.
A mask with horns and two stripes, one on each side went down his mask and connected to the hole.
Clawed hands, one holding the sword that had been used to protect on countless occasions.
White skin, being the same colour as the mask.
Orange hair, showing her who this hollow was.
"Rukia..." The hollow turned its head away from her and it was about to walk off but a hand gently grabbing his arm prevented him from doing so.
He had said her name, he had recognised her! Now all that was left to do was...
She forced him to sit down on the ground and she pulled out her sketch book and opened it to the first page.
"Your drawings suck..." She smiled at the hollow and three words were said, the three words that he had been needing to hear since he had first become a hollow.
"I'm not afraid." This was Ichigo after all, what was there to be afraid of?
~End~
How was it? I am curious as to what people's opinions on this are, it's something different from what I would normally write.