I would like to firstly thank anyone for giving this story a once over. It's one of a couple projects I have had in mind for a while and finally I feel comfortable in starting it.
It will be an Arracar Ichigo AU, but not like those where Ichigo embraces his Hollow powers or anything - admittedly, that was one - But I wanted to do something else. With Thousands of fics it is not like this will be anything original, but I hope to make it mine and something enjoyable.
Arrancar Ichigo, Smarter Ichigo. There will be a bit of romance, but I cannot say for sure with whom. This chaoter isnon the shorter side, but it has been a terribly long time since I wrote any bit of fanfiction and I wanted to ease into it. They will improve.
And maybe this doesn't pan out, but I have more ideas, and perhaps you may read those as well.
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'So much ... Happened... so hungry... Now... so much noise...' The time before was a blur of carnage, of writhing cannibalistic madness with only one sole intent across every bleak mind - Eat. Even now, with every lost soul coalesced into one titanic form, that was all every soul could feel, think.
Eat, devour, consume... 'Then eat... Stop... Talk... Just eat...'
The tower of black writhed among its brethren. The long-nosed white mask that marks it as the foot soldier Menos Grande begins to liquify and shift, change shape among the aimless mass of the Menos Forest far, far below the vast sands. In the darkness, not a mindless, towering figure cares as the one bumps and jostles the rest. The collar of protruding spikes shifts, blooms, and a thick collar of white fur encompasses the black robed body.
'Shut uuup... Shut up...'
All definition becomes a mass of white goo, and as quickly as all detail faded it became to take new form. The shape took on one rounder, oblong, where instead of two small eyeholes for a piercing red gaze, two almond shaped holes took shape and two long, sharp angled horns protruded from the sides, pointing inward just slightly. Given new form, the Gillian remains motionless, with only the constant movement of the rest of the lumbering giants making it sway.
'Just be quiet... All of you... want... I... I want to eat in peace' A single soul found itself at the forefront.
Piercing yellow eyes come to life in the hollow eyes and the body twists toward the nearest Menos Grande. A jagged line cracked across the front of the devilish mask and a mouth of jagged teeth opened wider and wider! The hungering cavern enclosed around the top half of another Gillian's head and bit down! The mask shattered like bone and what was eaten whole in a moment. The towering, lanky body swung around and the unique Menos Grande swiped another hefty chunk of matter from the arm and billowing robe of another, his horns catching the body and swinging it around to use as a bludgeon against more! He took a killer bite out of another. Before the first casualty even dissolved into particulate too.
Feeding frenzy was riling up the rest of the Menos Forest, drawing the eyes of many and what little ire such simple minded amalgamations could feel, triggering some sort of survival instinct in all of the tens of thousands of hungering souls that comprised any one. They were a lumbering sea, hardly able to move around one another , and that gave the center of their attention
'Must eat... So hungry... Grow stronger...!' With a monstrous roar, the mold-breaking Menos reared back and gathered crimson spiritual power between its horns and fired a single powerful blast through several of its kind, carving a path of destruction through masks and heads and the many stone pillars across the dark, dank expanse of their home. Teeth bared, hunger never growing sated and only stronger, the killing spree began. One long fingered hand emerged from beneath its robe, a cuff of black fur around the wrist, and it grabbed another of its own by the face and in an instant squeezed, cracked and crushed its skull, dragging the handful of mask and black matter back to its mouth while the chosen Gillian dissolved.
Cero were fired in retaliation and the aberrant Gillian dodged. Avoidance for it was merely leaning away in time given the slow charge of each powerful spiritual beam. The attack passed, many a Menos Grande was left scarred and dying in the path of the crimson blast, and the unique Gillian continued to feed undeterred.
Bite after bite, devouring portions of the masses, if not outright killing them as its jagged teeth found the mask. Their towering body of many would break and crumble into hundreds upon hundreds of smaller Hollow, comparable to ants among the feet of humans and crushed like such as they tried to scatter.
Many just looked on without doing a thing despite the danger, only one or two of the simpleminded Menos Grande tried to eat before being eaten, but they were eaten regardless of fruitless effort. Torn apart by teeth or by hands, their spiritual power became one with the aberrant.
'Will grow strong... Must... eat...' This being of destruction and endless hunger for souls and power, a sore thumb among the cookie cutter crowd of towering foot soldier Hollow, devoured and ate and gorged, for minutes and hours and days on end. All while repeating this very mantra within the depths of its collective being until every soul fell in line with the word of the one at the helm. All of them until the tens of thousands of voices coalesced into one. That one voice called to eat and eat, and the Gillian would rampage on end.
Until finally, that ravenous desire to dine and sate, quell in some small part, the burning hunger, disappeared in an instant.
