Hello, fellow readers. This is the first chapter to my first fanfict. Enjoy it so far, for I will be continuing...
Also, there are two voices for Aaroniero. The lower voice is bolded and the higher voice is italicized. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Frustration
"Why does this always happen to me?" The door opens with sheer force as Aaroniero Arruruerie enters into his room, full of contraptions as usual. As he approaches his bed, without hesitation, he leaps toward it, not remembering he rests on a stone-cold floor. He slammed himself on the surface and being agonized in pain, he crawls into his bed and just looks up at the dark, endless ceiling. He lets out a low, bubbly moan as he relaxes in his bed where not even a speck of light shined, since he only retained his Hollow powers in the shade of darkness. As he was drifting into his own world by sleep, a high-pitched voice disturbed it and caused him to snap out of it.
"Gee, we lost again. What a shame."
The lower voice was not amused.
"Will you just shut up, already?"
"Hey, I was only explaining the obvious! Gosh!"
"Well the truth doesn't need to be told, anyway. Besides, what good am I, anyway? I can't use a Sonido, even a stupid Cero like the rest of my comrades, so I don't even know why Lord Aizen decided to choose me in the first place!"
The higher-voice head only looked at him in disgust.
"Lord Aizen chose us for what we can do. We absorb other Hollows to our advantage; he was interested in us in the very beginning!"
The lower-voice head did not feel any better.
"Just face it; I'm just a despised Gillian who turned into an Arrancar at his early ages. There are still plenty of other Adjuchas and Vasto Lordes with unique powers in Hueco Mundo and it will be a matter of time before he replaces me. Face it; I'm only #9 in the Espada, the least lethal."
"Don't worry, you're #9, but Yammy is #10, which obviously proves you are strong and successful!"
The lower-voice head was still dissatisfied and turned away.
"Are you blind, you idiot? Haven't you noticed his number when he released his Resurreccion? It turned to #0, that's what! He's been hiding his true power all this time, which places me in dead last again! I have shown the best of my abilities and I still don't have enough power to defeat even Szayel Apporo!"
The higher-voice head only floated without expression.
"Face reality, already. It only takes one slice of a zanpakuto on the glass which encases both of us to make me fall. You're not making me feel any better, so will you just shut up and leave me alone for a while?"
"Very well…I'll let you suffer your own problems, even though they're mine as well…"
"Yeah, yeah."
Aaroniero just layed in thought with a bitter rage over the Espada for the constant mocking and bullying he received from them. All he did over the hours that passed was imagining what he would do if he had powers equivalent to the Primera Espada, Coyote Starrk. He didn't plan to begrudgingly betray the Espada, for it would be foolish to challenge all of them at once, but just to prove he can handle any obstacle that appears before him in tougher missions. After the hours passed, he felt bored and depressed that he removes the glove that sealed his zanpakuto on his left hand, a horrifying piece of flesh with a hole in the middle and tentacles surrounding it, but it didn't take long for him to realize he was hearing a voice in his room. "Hehehe…..you're a failure!..."