My first fanfic of Bleach. I don't own this show, sadly. Please, review it.
Chapter 1: Where is the heart?
What am I now? That being asked himself whenever he recovered consciousness. He no longer had a form or any clue that could indicate to anyone what he used to be. He didn't have a body; he couldn't see or hear anyone, not even feel the pain.
Whenever he recovered consciousness, he kept asking himself how come he still had a self. He should have disappeared, or at least, he thought so.
It is said that when a hollow is cut by a shinigami, this hollow has the soul saved and can go to Soul Society. But what about the Espadas? Could each soul that composed the Espada be saved separately? If so, the so-called Espada's conscience should vanish, right?
But he still existed, somehow. Hs mind was still there, wherever "there" was.
Memories tormented him, he was sure he had never lived those things while he was under Aizen's orders.
There was a car… he was driving it? It seemed so. Was he human? A random soul or the soul of the predominant conscience that made the identity he had as Cuarta Espada? Could it be just a hallucination?
It felt real. He knew it was real.
He was returning from the supermarket with groceries. He was going to see someone important. There was a tiny photo of a woman with light brown hair that he always kept in his wallet. My wife. He loved her… he was happy.
A red car came from nowhere. The driver and the woman at his side were very drunk. When that person noticed, he was floating at the sky, watching the scene from above. A broken chain rested in his chest. He could see when the paramedics took a young man out of the blue car he recognized as his. That young man had black spiky hair and green eyes, which were still opened despite the fact that the body was already dead.
The person I was once… when I died. I shouldn't have died. It wasn't fair!
The tears began to fall from his eyes and they didn't stop. He would never see his wife again; he would never touch her once again. He was consumed by the Hatred. Those people had to pay for what they had done!
He was incapable to leave them, but wasn't able to do anything, since he couldn't touch them for some reason. He watched the couple for days, feeding his hatred. They had a fifteen years old boy who used to lecture them and talk about some "Orihime" while pointing to the mother's belly.
The woman was pregnant of a little girl, but the spirit couldn't care about it. One night, the rest of the chain he had was completely deteriorated and the young man began to transform. A white mask took over his face and he felt wings growing at his back. An immense energy was running through his body, he could feel it. He could take his revenge now.
With a punch he broke the window of the little apartment in which the family lived and entered it. The mother, who was in the kitchen, was compressed against the wall by the creature and cried out for help, but her husband, who had been in the living room, ran away from the apartment. The son tried to reach the invisible being with a chair, but he was thrown at the opposite direction by the movement of the wings.
Suddenly, a horrible pain was felt in his chest. A hole was being formed in the place where his heart was supposed to be. The beast looked down and saw a weak white light leaving the hole and being transferred to the mother's belly.
The pain made him insane. He let go of the woman and flew through the broken window, screaming. In some days, he would be taken to Hueco Mundo by other hollows, where he would fight and evolve. He would forget about the events he lived in the Human World and get used to the emptiness in his chest. Soon he wouldn't remember he had once a heart.
But he met that woman.
Where is the heart? I see… what is in my hand now…
Woman, do you fear me?
The second they touched, right before he died, was the moment he finally realized who that woman was.
She's the one who holds my heart. My heart still exists… I still exist thanks to her. I need to find her.