Hollow
Disclaimer; this is more something born out of my mind at a late hour then a serious fic. It's been brewing in the back of my mind for a few weeks now and I decided to write it out to see where it would go., reviews will be appreciated.
Hollow
He looked at Byakuya as the man allowed his Senbonzakura bankai to attack him, knowing that the presence of the mask was enough to make him a target. His mind flew back to the moment that Rukia had said that all Hollows were to be destroyed by the shinigami to relieve them of their burdens and make them into a pure soul once more.
His bankai was light in his hands as he hefted the blade, releasing a blast of the black energy form the blade as his voice spoke, words being issued forth from his mouth that he knew were false, the words being spoken by a mean and spiteful voice, the voice of the Hollow within himself.
He looked at the empty sky, the clouds there still raining, giving it an empty of life look, the skyscrapers being an odd sight to him. He looked at the white version of himself, looking at it as it continued to speak to Byakuya, leading the man towards his doom.
Finally, he got control over himself again and he delivered the final blow, watching the blood spurt out of the wound he had inflicted upon Byakuya, the crimson fluids coming from his right shoulder, in which he wielded Senbonzakura. There was a silence as he looked at the man, who fell forwards on his face; his posture now slumped, defeated.
"Why does it always have to end like this, with destruction?" he asked himself out loud as he looked at the ragged wound on his side, which had started bleeding once more. There was a silence that made him feel uncomfortable and he looked at the scenery, seeing a captain appear on the ground, spinning a huge lint in the air, Rukia and Renji being there too.
The next things all happened in a blur, his mind not really comprehending them as he watched how Aizen revealed himself, his body moving in a manner that was totally unpredictable, having made him feel the inevitability of Rukia's fate. He watched as the man summoned up those tree branches, then took something from Rukia's chest, closing it afterwards. He heard it being called the Hogyoko, the thing that would allow normal people to have Hollow powers and Aizen being the one that would be getting them. He felt frustrated for a moment, feeling lonely about this all, knowing that there would be trouble up ahead should Byakuya regain consciousness long enough to tell them about his semi-hollow transformation.
He looked at Inoue, looking at the busty girl for a moment, then asked her to heal him. "Could you please heal me, Orihime-chan?" he watched as she turned crimson, not really knowing why and stammered out something that he could barely catch. "O-o-of course, Kurosaki-kun."
The feeling actually felt strange, like his body was being reverted, time being changed around it, restoring his body to normal in a few moments. He watched as she seemed to get tired from healing him and smiled slightly. "I'm going to miss you, Orihime-chan." He muttered ever so softly as he looked at her sweat a bit as the healing was completed now.
She caught the muttered words and looked at him. "You're going away, Kurosaki-kun?" Ichigo shook his head slightly. "Nothing… maybe dad's going to take me along with him on holidays or something…"
"We got to get away!" a voice in the back of head said as he walked slowly towards Rukia, who was still unconscious, being tended by some of the people from the Fourth Division. "Rukia, goodbye." He muttered before he started to walk away from the shinigami and passed by his friends. "Goodbye everyone."
Then, he could feel the mask forming on his face, the eyes changing to become black with yellow irises, his face shifting totally to look dark and demonic, something that he had always wanted to feel, a hidden craving that had been within him ever since he had first donned the mask. He knew that the shinigami would be after him now, knowing that their purpose was to hunt Hollows.
A rip in reality formed through which he walked, giving a last glance at the remaining people, who had not noticed his departure, his friends having been called over the moment that he had muttered his farewells, apparently having gone unnoticed due to the need that they had been summoned by one of the taichou's…
He appeared in a desert of white sands, looking around and seeing nothing but white sands all around him. All of a sudden, the sands shifted and a humanoid figure rose, a Hollow Mask covering its face, though it didn't seem to radiate any of the reiatsu of the normal Hollows or even of the Menos grande…
"Hmm, what does the little Human/Hollow want of this one?" The voice with which it spoke was odd, being almost gentle while also coming across as extremely cruel in nature. Ichigo watched as there seemed to be a wave of something going through the sands, making them shift and he jumped upwards, evading the wall of sand that came at him. "Hey! I just searched for a way out of Soul Society, so they wouldn't kill me! No need to attack me!"
"Hmm, you are quite the funny thing… maybe this one will train you a little bit so you can get used to this one's powers… Allow this one to test you…" without any warning, a cero appeared within the creature's hands, launching the orbs of deadly energy at Ichigo, who had no chance but to dodge, getting thrown three hundred meters away after the blast wave hit him, his clothing shredded by the force.
"Hey!"he screamed, looking at the wound that was now dribbling blood upon the sands, which made him look at the humanoid Hollow once more and he felt a desire to rip apart the thing well up within him, making him look at the thing and his vision just turned darker and darker as the Hollow mask on his face began to melt to it, the Hollow within his mind and him beginning to fuse together as the true killing instinct within him awoke, years and years of torment after his mother's death having hit him so hard, the trials that he had to face in Soul Society and all that stupid training to get bankai, all of it made him unleash his true killing lust, his true power that was not within his blazing reiatsu, but within his mind.
The mask now under his control fully, he lashed out with an arm, his hand being transformed into a wicked claw as it sailed through the air, coming closer and closer to the humanoid Hollow, when the thing the blocked with a finger, looking at him with red slanted eyes through the mask that made it look oh-so-ominous and then kicked him into the stomach.
Within a second, Ichigo was back up again and raring for more, his mind being made up with the fact that this creature had to die for hurting him. There was a moment of clarity within him that told him he should not have attacked the thing, but as the Cero formed within his mouth, he had little more to think about. He watched as his blast was deflected almost carelessly, the grin of the mask of the humanoid Hollow being almost infectious as there seemed to be something changing about the Hollow.
"This one sees you are worthy. Come with this one, become one of this one's brethren. This one will train you well…" with those words, the humanoid Hollow turned its back to him, the strange clothing in which it was dressed only now becoming clear to him.
He saw white clothing, a white robe covering the torso while black pants appeared to be the standard clothing, since they were worn in a manner that showed that it was something that the mysterious Hollow wore most of the time, but not always. There was a momentary pause in his strides as he realized he was following the mysterious hollow, the feeling of it being right to follow going through his mind.
"This one's name is Guerra…" for a moment he heard it and liked it, following Guerra back to the place where it lived…
Three years in Hueco Mundo, being trained by the Vasto Lorde named Guerra made his muscles bigger, but not so big as to make him look like a wrestler gone wild. Zangetsu was slung over his shoulder, his clothing being like the Vasto Lorde, ever since he had finished his apprentice-ship under Guerra. He had learned a lot, learning more than he ever had during his time in Soul Society. He wondered how things were going in the real world and when he asked, all Guerra said was that time passed differently in Hueco Mundo then in Soul Society or in the real world. Only a month had passed in the real world and Soul Society while three years had passed here for the Vasto Lorde's. that was because time was controlled by the Vasto Lorde in the northern section of Hueco Mundo, who apparently made time run differently in different parts of Hueco Mundo, making the time be delayed in the lairs of the Vasto Lordes and time be normal in most parts of Hueco Mundo, for the normal Hollows usage.
Ichigo sighed deeply as he watched the gate he had made through usage of his Hollow powers, his clothing being a reflection of his mentor, his mask having undergone a rapid change ever since he had started studying under Guerra. It had grown to look more feral, more animalistic and he had begun to show rapid regeneration even in his maskless form, though he hadn't really pulled off his mask.
He stood in front of the gate, looking at the blob of darkness and then inhaled deeply, stepping inside, a whispered mental farewell to Guerra, who watched him go.
Time to go visit his family…
This was a bit of a trial thingy that went through my mind. Feedback would be nice…
Guerra's reasoning for training Ichigo might be addressed in the next chapter, should I make one.
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