Skyscrapers that reach for the skies, full of hope; clear glass windows and cloudy skies. A world without anyone or anything else besides the tall building.
A lonely figure sat in the middle of the buildings, he was all white, his hair, his skin, his clothes, everything.
'I hate it'
There was a loud echo, the sounds of someone panting and moaning in complete ecstasy.
'He's at it again... how revolting...'
The moaning soon became loud gasping and whimpering, the sound of deep pleasure serenading through the air.
'Stop it... Stop it...'
Ichigo's pants soon began to get louder as his lover began to seduce the overwhelming emotions from within him. However, the boy was not seen in his inner world; but he was definitely herd.
How his hollow hated this, day by day it would never change; he was but a mere shadow locked away in the midst of his kings mind, never to be seen again.
Shackles held him down, forcing him to submit and yet it was painful having to relive it every single day while his Majesty enjoys his youth.
The gasping became louder as the moans which followed became more violent, the hollow covered his ears as it continued louder and louder. Jealous, yes he was very jealous and he didn't care.
A final cry caused the place to become quite once again, however the hollow kept his ears covered not wanting to hear another word. This happened much to often and the hollow was definitely loosing patience.
He wanted out and he wanted out now.
"Is something wrong?" The hollow suddenly looked up from his curled up form to see Zangetsu looking down at him.
"What do you think?" he hissed his words echoing like a vortex.
The sword watched him in silence before sighing.
"It isn't good for you to be like that, you've been sulking for a long time now." he said.
"Yeah, well I'm not the only one." The hollow snapped. "It's been, two years since he had ever used my powers. I doubt that he will be letting me out anytime soon."
"Patience is a gift, not a curse." Zangetsu explained.
"Whatever you say old man..." the hollow whispered as he went back for his normal sulking state.
"Don't think that your alone in this... I will always be with you." he whispered as he stood by the hollows side.
A small smile appeared almost instantly, his only happiness and friend...
Something was wrong, it was like a piece of him had just recently broke and shattered.
Empty, everything was empty; the skyscrapers was there and yet it was flooding again, however the hollow found himself alone. Looking high and low, there was just no way he could have found Zangetsu.
It's been a long time now and at first he wasn't worried, but now it was just too lonely without him.
"Zangetsu, Old man Zangetsu!" He cried as he searched and he searched, but alas he found nothing and no one.
The rains came and left and yet, here he was; alone again day in and day out. One could go mad by how time flies and yet at the same time it is as though time hasn't moved at all.
Tears fell from his face, the chains did not allow him to go any further; he was alone. Zangetsu was no where to be found, his king hasn't appeared in two years and was less likely to come any time sooner.
Floating in the underwater city, the hollow allowed himself to be dangled by the chains; he wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't want to be alone anymore. He just couldn't bare it any longer.
Panting as the black tears slowly dripped like gems in the water, he finally let out a bellowing cry; his voice echoed throughout the city and yet there was no reply.
He cried and he cried screaming out of anger and loneliness, screaming for the friend he once had and yet no one came... Zangetsu was no where to be seen...
'You said that your always be there with me... but your not...'
"Zangetsu!" the hollow shrieked giving out an almost hollowfied cry as his voice carried through the sunken city.
The buildings all rattled and gold eyes suddenly jolted wide open as a piercing shriek echoed, looking around from his floating position he noticed that it was storming.
It was quite odd that after so many day's that his kings inner world was still underwater, but the hollow didn't think much of it since he spent most of his time sleeping.
He's been sleeping so much so that he had even lost track of time, this was the first time in a long time that something strange was brewing on the outside. A sudden shake of a building caused, the hollow to stop and stare.
"What the-?" the hollow asked as one building suddenly began to shatter down like the twin towers.
The sounds of his kings screaming roamed through the air and the hollow covered his ears, this was nothing like the sounds he normally herd.
His chains tightened and the hollow gasped as it was pretty tight.
"Stop it, please stop it!" his king begged almost pathetically.
The hollow could not see him, but he could hear that he was in some sort of trouble.
"It hurts, ha-ha please stop. Stop, stop, your tearing me apart!" he squealed as another building collapsed and the storm began to become worse as a few whirl pools began to form.
The chains tightened and the hollow growled, his body glowed around the chains as he began to pump his spiritual pressure. His master was low and this provided the perfect opportunity to take over.
The hollow scowl deepened, if this continued the inner world is going to become worse than the fake karakura town. The hollow quickly opened his mouth and a cero began to form.
Ichigo's breath quickened and he could feel the walls being teared down, this wasn't good at all; he wasn't sure what was happening, but he did know that what ever: it was is going to effect his master pretty badly.
"Stop it, stop, Stop, STOP!" his master practically shrieked.
He didn't sound right at all, it wasn't in anger... Fear, pure tormented torture and fear. Zangetsu was right, patience was a gift... however not everyone enjoyed their gifts.
Finally releasing the cero, he caused a few chains to finally snap; his king will was so weak that his chains didn't even put up a fight anymore.
Snapping another and then another and then another, the hollow slightly grinned as more and more chains fell until suddenly the last one snapped...
Black and yellow eyes almost instantly bolted open, Ichigo's body was bondage with his hands over his head and his legs apart. The hollow was rather surprised to feel a throbbing pain being shoved up his ass.
His throat was dry and felt rather gagged and his body was aching in strange places such as his nipples, his erection and other strange places.
His breath was coming out in shallow pants, however an unexpected grin slowly brew onto his face. Despite the literal pain in his ass, the hollow still managed to find away to push himself deeper into the heat.
The man behind him growled and began to thrust even faster making the hollow slightly whine a bit before pulling on his binds.
His grin only widened even more once he realized that it was ropes instead of chains; using his sharp nails he began to cut the rope while the guy banged him hard causing hiccuping gasps out of the hollow.
It was a rather painful experience, it was huge, dry and for some reason it was as if his insides was on fire. Taking the pain, his hands were finally free.
Shaking his head from the pain, the hollow had a good look around the room to see multiple torture devises. one in which peaked his interest was one of the iron poles on the side.
Taking it, he felt his rapist come to a conclusion making him slightly cry before he stabbed him in the gut. Something wet suddenly filled him almost instantly as the guy stiffened a scream.
Stabbing him over and over again, the hollow felt an awkward excitement begin to build up. Blood poured like a river and the man grunted and grunted over and over again unable to scream.
With his arms covered midway in blood, the hollow finally stopped feeling some sort of satisfaction. Something felt really wrong with his body, he was shaking uncontrollably and he felt strangely angry.
The hollow winced for a moment before looking back at his tormentor, to his surprise it was a man he did not recognize. He had long black hair and large black eyes, he had wide open gashes all over his rib cage and gut.
It was a rather disturbing sight as some of his internal organs were showing such as his intestines and stomach fluids. The hollow suddenly felt a cold sweat as he realized that he was practically sitting on this guys lap.
Quickly taking off the the rest of the rope, the hollow found it rather uneasy to stand up. Using his hands, he tried to pull himself off the dead corps only to realize that the man had his dick in his ass.
This only agitated the hollow even more, he had no idea why anyone would do something so stupid. He had many more creative ways to torment someone, but this was something he found plain sick.
Crouching a bit, blood slowly slid down his thighs as he slowly lifted off the shaft; moaning in pain, he had to stop midway to breath. It made him wonder how the guy had actually stuffed it in him in the first place.
Taking another deep breather, the hollow slightly whimpered as he pulled off of the mushroom top out letting so much cum leak down his entrance. Never has he ever felt so dirty before.
Taking a finger, the hollow slowly slid it into his own ass causing more cum to drop down like a flowing river. His body shook as blood and cum dripped down his thighs and onto the floor.
He felt like a little school girl on her menstruation taking a piss on the floor.
"You really outdid yourself this time king..." he said and then whined as he tried to stand up right.
His legs wobbled like Jello and yet he still tried to walk; making his way towards his rapist, he realized a few things:
First off his rapist had a crazy quincy cross which reminded him of that damned four eyes that had gotten in his way, second off was the uniform.
Taking a peak out of the room, his eyes narrowed as he saw multiple people with the same uniform.
The hollow snorted and then smirked as he looked down at his dead buddy.
Taking the a long white, double-breasted trench coat with shoulder straps and a white, button-down bib. He put it over his naked frame and bound it at the waist with the guys black belt.
Putting the trench boots on, he ignored the trousers seeing as though they were just going to cause him more pain.
Getting out of the castle was a piece of cake, especially after snagging one of the hats to cover up his orange hair. The hollow was more than annoyed that the boy had been caught by quincy's of all things.
His body throbbed in pain as he walked through the sands of Las noches. It was annoying and yet it was all worth the freedom, however he was a bit curious as to why his master wasn't awake yet.
Finally falling on his knees, he sat with his thighs pointed outwards; his body was on fire and the burn was becoming unbearable to walk. Flinching in pain, he suddenly paused as he felt a familiar pressure.
"Kurosaki you bastard!" Said a voice from the side.
The hollow looked to the side annoyedly and then blocked the punch that was coming at him. Grimmjow growled as he was just inches away from the hollows face.
"Shit you go missing for a couple of days and then you come back looking like shit, what's wrong with you?" he asked angrily.
"Kurosaki? Sorry pal, your confusing me. Kurosaki is not here at the moment, so leave a message after the tone." he grunted with a dirty smirk.
Grimmjow scowl only deepened towards the cruel joke.
"What?" he said before grabbing the hollow by the collar to become face to face with him. His face was bruised up, and his lip was split and yet his eyes were hidden beneath the cap.
"Mr. Urahara went through all the trouble just to send a rescue party, just for you to come back on your own and all you can say is that your not here? what kind of shit is this?" he said angrily and then paused.
Black scelera's and golden irises stared back at him with cold mischief, taking his own hat off Grimmjow slightly backed off as he watched the maniacal smirk.
"Tsk, you again." he said slightly spitting aside.
The hollow smirked and then paused as he looked for his zanpakutou, it was not there. He slightly frowned before looking at Grimmjow.
"Where's Zangetsu?" he asked him.
Grimmjow frowned.
"Tsk, you mean your crazy butcher knife?" he asked and then paused a bit. "It's gone... Juha bach destroyed it a couple of weeks ago." he said making the hollow pause in shock.
He couldn't believe it, the stupid brat had actually lost his sword for good now and yet he had the nerve to continue to get into trouble?
"Is something wrong?" Grimmjow asked looking a bit puzzled.
"Back off!" the hollow sneered, furious and angry all of a sudden.
He was feeling mixed emotions, pain, abandonment, emptiness, loneliness despair, anger, hatred rage, jealousy all in one big package and he didn't know what to do.
Grimmjow grunted and then tossed his hands up in the air pissed off at the hollows attitude.
"Whatever ya say, prick!" he grunted and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Lets just get back to camp alright." he said in annoyance.
"Go by yourself." the hollow stated coldly.
"Asshole, I can't return to camp without ya! That's against the whole point that everyone went out looking for you!" Grimmjow said looking pissed.
"Well guess what, I have a pain in my ass, I'm exhausted so I ain't walk'n." he said stubbornly.
Grimmjow scowled and then paused as he finally took a good look at him, he looked like he took a good beaten.
From what he could see, his pink skin was black and blue, he strangely wasn't wearing any pants and yet his legs were also messed up as he could see trail marks of blood dirt and something else that he couldn't tell.
"I hope you don't expect me to carry you!" Grimmjow grunted.
"Fuck you!" the hollow retorted.
Man this guy was pissing him off, he really just wanted to shove his fist down his throat.
The hollow ignore him as he began to spit on the side, the taste in his mouth was revolting and it made his stomach retch. Bending over on the side, the hollow easily gagged the contents that were in his stomach.
Grimmjow slightly jumped as he looked back, now he was becoming even more concerned even though the hollow was taking it pretty easily.
"You look like shit, what the hell happened to you?" Grimmjow asked causing the hollow to laugh.
"Some bitch-ass quincy thought that it would have been slick to bondage my king and shove his fat dick up his ass." he responded causing Grimmjows eyes to widen as he stared at the hollow in shock.
"Don't know when the king will be back, however as for now; I'm in charge." The hollow said as some white liquid dripped from his sensual lips.
Spitting again, he slightly squeezed his legs together in order to find a way to ease the pain.
"I'm sorry..." Grimmjow finally said.
"Save it." The hollow responded before going back to his previous position.
Grimmjow slightly growled, but said nothing seeing as though it was a serious event that he had just went through. Pausing a bit, Grimmjow suddenly began to fiddle through his stuff.
The hollow ignored him and then paused as the arrancar approached him.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Here, this may help you feel better." Grimmjow said handing him some lube.
The hollow eyed it and then looked at him.
"And that?" he asked.
"It's lube, it should help you feel less sore." Grimmjow explained.
"You honestly expect me to know how to put that shit on?" the hollow asked.
Grimmjow slightly smirked and the hollow raised his eyebrows.
"I could put it on for you..." he said.
The hollow rolled his eyes and Grimmjow continued.
"You have two choices, one you can suffer the pain or two you can let me help you." Grimmjow pointed out.
The hollow rolled his eyes and then looked at the arrancar.
"Fine, what do I have to do?" he asked.
Grimmjow smirked.