Author's Note
Hi! So this is one of my first fanfics. It's a Yaoi so there's boy on boy warning in further chapters and there will be smut so you pervy people do not fret. So this is a BleachXDeathNote crossover. Why? Because I have my reasons, like, the outcome of killing so many criminals would create more Hollows. Also, have you guys seen that Bleach episode or read the manga in the beggining when Ichigo sends this criminal to Hell, the guy that killed the mom and put the little kid on a parakeet or something. So yeah, Hollows who are reeeeaaally corrupted get sent to hell. So Light is a crazy ass killer who has killed more people than anyone in the world, right? So he's supposed to go to hell if he becomes a Hollow and a shinigami kills him right? But Ryuk said that he couldn't go to Heaven or Hell...do you get what Im saying? Light could become a very invinsible Hollow, if you ask me.
So yeah, that's my crazy idea ON WITH THE STOREY!!
The times where darker one in those years that Kira lived and ruled as an entity of self-proclaimed 'humanity.' Criminals, convicts, small town thieves, anyone that opposed the rules of Kira would die. Of course, the world was a safer place, but not happy. With the death of each vermin, fear grew in the minds of the people that Kira 'protected.' This became a problem for the shinigami race.
A shinigami is the reason for the discord of the world. By selfishly dropping the Death Note on the Earth, he created a monster. The Grim Reaper had found his toy, and toy had found a way to make havoc, for the pleasure of them both.
And then the massacre began. Women, men, teenagers, anyone that had committed a crime, died, quick and pitiless death. But with their death, came what where known as the Dark Years of the shinigami world. Not Grim Reapers like the one that accompanied the human responsible for the killings, but Soul Reapers.
Soul Reapers, or also known as shinigami, are Grim Reapers far away cousins. Unlike their greasily cousins, Soul Reapers give the dead another chance. They combat Hollows, creatures that where once souls that have given in to the darker side of their hearts. Hollows are born from fear, anger, hatred, envy, and all the negative emotions of the world. It was more than obvious that with the Kira killings, more Hollows would be born out of the damned souls of these criminals.
Many men and women Soul Reapers where lost to the fight against the so called 'Kira Hollows.' The Dark Years was a time of death and discord in the Soul Society. They couldn't act against the human although they knew exactly who he was. The leader of the shinigami ranks ordered that this was a matter for the humans to resolve and that they wouldn't go to war against their Grim Reaper cousins because of one stupid shinigami who was bored and looking for some way to make time pass.
Then the day of Kira's death came. The shinigami rejoiced and celebrated the end of the Soul Society's Dark Years. The celebration raged all over the Sereitei and even the Rukongai joined their joyful merriment.
All but one lonely soul rejoiced the death of the murderous entity.
The elder shinigami stood at the top of the building. His sunken eyes followed the mere boy that was called 'Kira.' For the last six years the old shinigami had been keeping a close eye on this boy, waiting for his departure. His white robe blew against the wind as he moved from building to building, getting a better look at the running boy.
It wasn't long until the boy collapsed on the steps, wheezing and trembling. He had been a fighter, a murderous fighter this last hour. He was slowly bleeding to death, but this was not what he would die
of. The shinigami's eyes looked up, finding the dark silhouette of another shinigami. But this other was a bringer of death. And he did so as he wrote Light Yagami's name into the damned black notebook that these gruesome creatures used to do their work.
"We meet again, Ryuk," the old man said in his gruff commanding voice.
The grim reaper jumped slightly, "Whoa, you scared me old man," the croaky sound of Ryuk's voice always irritated the old shinigami. The creature's never ending grin seemed to broaden, "So what is a man like Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai doing around this place?"
"I've come to see the child responsible for the births of thousands of hollows," he said looking down at the dead body of Light.
"His time came, now he has to become a Hollow, unfortunately," Ryuk sighed, "He was a lot of fun, but madness can do some real work, eh Yamamoto?" Ryuk said cackling.
"You where foolish by dropping that notebook, Ryuk, you are at fault for corrupting the mind of that poor child," Captain Yamamoto said with a murderous tone, "Such a brilliant mind and now it is wasted" he said with a scowl.
The soul of the boy stood up looking around in confusion, "I'm…..dead?" it whispered.
Ryuk cackled, "Oh well, it's not my place to come between your job, old man, good bye," the creature said. Wings ripped from his back and he shot into the air flying off and laughing maniacally. Yamamoto shook his head.
"NO! RYUK YOU BASTARD!! I'M NOT DONE!! HOW COULD YOU!!NO!!" Light screamed from the ground, "NOO-uargh!"
Yamamoto looked down at the child. He was changing so quickly? The boy screamed and thrashed on the floor, the chain on his chest pulling away from him. The whole was increasing by the second and his screams increased in pitch. It was terrifying sight, the way this young man was being mercilessly turned into a hollow. But he deserved it, for everything he had done, he deserved to be turned into a monster. The white mask began to appear over his face, drowning the face of the young handsome boy in the darkness. The face almost looked like the mask of a theater actor, the mask of someone who hides their true face, their true nature. Ironic. The mask's grin was that of the most feral and murderous smiles, but his dark hollow eyes were filled with despair and torment.
"Captain" a soft voice said. The old man looked back from the scene at his fellow captain, Sousuke Aizen. The man walked forward, smiling sadly at his superior captain, "You should be celebrating, captain," he said.
Yamamoto scoffed, "I could say the same to you, Aizen," the man said shaking his head, "I had to come…..I was going to fight the hollow….but it's strange….I feel pity for it," the old man said tiredly. He groaned and massaged his temples, "I'm tired,"
"I'll take care of him Captain," Aizen said smiling, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "You should go back and enjoy the celebration," he said placing a hand on his superior's shoulder sympathetically. Yamamoto looked up at him sighing, "Are you sure, I wouldn't want to impose," the old man asked. He was being too vulnerable. It wasn't like him to be asking questions like these to someone.
"I'm not bothered by it, please, go enjoy yourself," Aizen said, his dark eyes smiling.
Yamamoto gave him an inquiring look and then nodded, "All right, but please be quick, the boy has suffered enough," with that, Yamamoto opened the gate to the Soul Society. He gave Aizen one last look. He was about to turn back, to do the job himself out of impulse, but something made him take the step into the portal.
Aizen watched as the doors closed. His smile turned into a grin and he chuckled, "Just as useful as always, aren't you Kyōka Suigetsu" he said laughing. He jumped from the rooftop down to the ground as he watched the newborn hollow thrashing and holding its head.
"MAKE IT STOP!!" the so called God of the New World squealed.
"Only if you follow all of my orders," Aizen said in his soft but feral voice, "You've become a Hollow, Light Yagami, because your soul was so corrupted by the use of the Death Note, this is your price,"
"No! Please, I'll do anything just make the pain stop!!"
"I can do that but only if you join me" Aizen said softly, smiling
"Fine I don't care! Just make it stop!!"
Aizen chuckled, "As you wish," he said chuckling. Kyōka Suigetsu's power diminished from the hollow's body. The hollow fell to the ground. Aizen took a good look at him. He had the body of a four legged creature with a hunched back. Its tail was a snake that slithered and moved out of its own accord. The mask resembled a devil, horns, a murderous grin and despair-filled eyes, "Yes, you will be perfect for my army…..my indestructible trump card," he said grinning.
Hope you liked it. If anyone is wondering Yamamoto was beeing control by Aizen's little hypnosis thingy mobober. Yeah
R&R PEOPLE R&R