A/N: ALRIGHT! I have some information about this story before you read it, so ya better read really, really hard.

For one, I DID NOT COME UP WITH THE IDEA FOR THIS STORY! The idea came from a brilliant author whose penname is TheFoxInWhite. The first chapter for this story (which was the only chapter TheFoxInWhite uploaded) was going to be deleted, along with the two author's notes that were with it.

I decided not to let that happen, so I asked TheFoxInWhite if I could adopt this story, and was answered with a yes.

So all of you readers who came to this story because you read the original story by TheFoxInWhite, I thank you. I am hopefully going to continue this story until it's finished, like I completed my other Bleach story. Bear with me, because it's now the school year and I don't have as much time as I did in the summer. (I have an A in all my subjects. I'm so happy!)

And all of you who came to this story because you were expecting it to be the sequel of my other Bleach story, I am so sorry. I'm not going to write the sequel for that story until this story is at least half way done.

Note: The first chapter of this story belongs to TheFoxInWhite. The rest of the chapters belong to me, as do the author's notes.

Note II: I DID correct the grammatical errors/inconsistencies that were in this chapter, and I'll try to get all the facts right. Notify me if you see that I've missed any.

Note: I am going to bend some of the rules. For one, the portal or gartanta to Hueco Mundo is going to be able to be opened in a VERY short period of time, even though in the anime it took a while.

Warnings: Yaoi, sex, bad language, OOC almost all of the characters, and brutal mutilation of the story created by Tite Kubo.

Thanks for reading, and I'll do my best to continue this story that TheFoxInWhite created.

~M.M.

Chapter 1: Prologue

The world was just not fucking fair.

Everything about it just pissed Kurosaki Ichigo off to no end. Especially all those bastards in the Soul Society. First, they attempted to execute Rukia without questioning the reason behind it, falling right into Aizen Sōsuke's cleverly laid trap. Now, they refuse to go after Inoue Orihime, calling her a traitor for deserting Karakura town and going to Hueco Mundo with an Espada. But Ichigo knew that Inoue would never do that, she was far too kind for her own good and could never turn her back on her friends.

Ichigo paced angrily in his bedroom, replaying the scene in Inoue's apartment over again in his head. After they had found out Inoue was missing, all the shinigami present in Karakura were sent back to the Soul Society, and not one of them even tried to fight the orders. Not even Rukia, who was indebted to Inoue for assisting in Rukia's rescue from the Soul Society.

Amazingly though, it didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would. Lately, Ichigo had been getting extremely sick of Rukia, her know-it-all voice, her punching him; hell, even those shitty drawings she did pissed him of more than usual! There were so many times he felt like he could just reach out and wring her neck, or take his zanpakuto and run it through her petite body. But he always stopped himself.

"Now that's something I don't understand, king. If she annoys ya so much, why not just kill 'er?" Ichigo shook his head, irritated that his Hollow, Shirosaki chose this moment to make himself present. "C'mon, ya know ya want to. I can tell how much the blood from all those Hollows ya destroy excites you." Ichigo willed the voice to disappear to the recesses of his mind once again. "Ya want more, every single time ya kill..."

Ichigo's hand snapped forward like lightning as he punched the wall with all his strength, injuring his knuckles in the process. The skin broke and Ichigo watched as blood welled up in the shallow cuts and dripped down the back of his hand. Subconsciously, he licked his lips at the sight of the crimson liquid.

"See, it looks nice."

Transfixed, Ichigo continued staring at his hand.

"Yeah, it does." Ichigo started, disturbed by his own words, and went to the bathroom to bandage his hand. He stared at the injury again, a roll of gauze from the medicine cabinet held loosely in his left hand.

"Ichi-nii," Ichigo whirled around, to see Yuzu standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face as she spotted his bleeding appendage. "Are you okay Ichi-nii? What happened to your hand?"

Ichigo turned away from Yuzu to try and hide his injured hand, upon which the previously white gauze was quickly turning pink because of the blood soaking through.

"Nothing. I just scraped it." Ichigo stated. He heard Yuzu mutter a quiet 'okay' and walk away.

Ichigo strode out of the bathroom and back to his room. He walked towards his bed, and gracelessly fell atop it, throwing his left arm over his eyes.

Shirosaki reappeared in his mind's eye, still pale as bone and grinning insanely. "Ya know, maybe ya should go ta that Hollow world, Hueco Mundo, and join that Espada group. Ya'd get ta do all the killin' ya want."

Shut up, you damn Hollow. Ichigo snarled in his head. I ain't doing that.

"Why? I bet it'd be fun. Ya wouldn't have ta deal with all the shit in this world anymore, and I bet ya'd be able ta kill that Aizen if ya let me out for a bit. Ya'd be killing two birds with one stone." The hollow laughed, his bloodlust showing through in the tone.

Ichigo considered the idea. He really didn't have that much in this world going for him; everybody was annoying the shit out of him, constantly asking if everything was okay and why he wasn't doing well in school. He was fighting Hollows every goddamn day! Of course he wasn't doing fucking well in school! But of course the humans couldn't know about that, so he had to make up excuses for every fucking subject!

Ichigo thought back to the day he fought that sixth Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. He could remember the crazed look in his eyes, the craving for blood, but he also could see a small shred of freedom, of rebellion.

The Sexta Espada was against Aizen, that much was obvious simply by observing his behavior, and only served the traitor because he was his creator.

Ichigo wanted that, the freedom, the ability to kill whenever he wished. What's the use in denying the need? He wanted to kill, wanted to rend, and watch as his victims died in agony, as he watched in glee.

"Exactly king, that's perfect. Do that, go ta Hueco Mundo, kill Aizen, and take his place. You and I both know our strength far outmatches his." Shirosaki purred.

The orange-head sat up, nodding to himself without even realizing his was doing it. He stood from his bed and began searching around, looking for his substitute shinigami badge. Once he found it, he pressed it to his chest and separated his shinigami self from his body. Said body slumped to the floor and Ichigo looked down at it. He was almost certain that it would be the last time he would see it.

After shrugging off all feelings of doubt, Ichigo ran towards his window, flinging it open and jumping through out into the night air.

He practically flew over the rooftops with one specific destination in mind. He vaguely felt a hollow nearby, but ignored it and gave it luck on finding some nice victims to feat on.

Ichigo skidded to a stop in front of a building, 'Urahara's Shop' painted on a billboard above the sliding doors. He stalked over and without even a blink, tore the doors away from their hinges with a loud cracking sound. He stepped into a shadow, waiting for Urahara to come running to the room.

It didn't take long for the former Gotei 13 Captain to appear, trademark hat placed firmly on his head and paper fan in hand.

"Ah, Kurosaki, it's just you." he stated as he let out a sigh of relief. "You didn't really need to break the doors down, you know. I'll get them fixed, but you'll be paying for them of course." The blonde smiled, his eyes slipping closed.

Ichigo glared from his corner. "Shut the fuck up Urahara. And open the door to Hueco Mundo, now." The last word that Ichigo spoke was growled.

Urahara paused in waving his fan, and looked in the corner with a wary expression on his face.

"I'm sorry Ichigo, I can't-" He was interrupted as the orange-haired teen walked out of the shadows and stepped into the light, revealing his black and gold eyes, and the one fourth of his hollow mask that situated over his left eye. The mask covered half of his nose, and a section of the top teeth rested just above if lip.

His hand reached out and gripped the front of Urahara's shirt. His partially masked face came within inches of the other's, and his glare was so cold his could have frozen hell over twice.

"I said, open the fucking door," the menacing voice was a mixture of two, Ichigo's own and a slightly higher pitched one, his Hollow's.

Normally, Urahara would not be afraid in situations like this. But he could tell, simply from this creature's voice (for it was no longer Kurosaki Ichigo, not in his eyes) that he would kill him without a second thought if he didn't comply with it's wishes.

The former captain nodded hastily before he was shoved to the floor. He scrambled up quickly and ran towards one side of the room and pressed a button in the wall.

A vertical light appeared in front of the Vizard, and slowly opened to reveal a dark abyss in which to travel.

"J-just run str-str-straight through unti-till you get-t-t to the n-ne-next d-d-doorway," Urahara stuttered, terrified for his life. The part-hollow-part-shinigami didn't show that he had heard him, simply walked forward towards the door. With a glare of warning, the former shinigami disappeared.

A/N: I hope I fixed most - if not all - of the errors and inconsistencies in this chapter, and the next chapter will be up as soon as I can figure out where I'm going to go with this story.

TheFoxInWhite, I hope the corrections and the warnings met your standards.

Thank you all for reading and if you could please give me some feedback on how I did so far, I would really appreciate it. :)

Note: I do have some information on the sequel to my Bleach story "By the Seventh Day". I have a poll on my profile on who should die. I ain't gonna keep all the characters in that story. So whoever receives the most votes will be killed off if they aren't important to the future plot line.

Thanks again. ~M.M.