Chronicles of a Hollow.

I awake, and in awaking, the world has changed.

My vision is restricted to my right ye, and I cannot control my movement.

I feel... pressure, as if I was attempting to move, and yet, something was blocking me.

My gaze catches a shirt, and I realize that I am not in control of my body. Yet.

My left eye has formed, and I can now see the walls of the hole around me. A memory bobbles up, of a man in a green striped...

Dress?

And a hat. For some reason, I dislike that hat intensely.

Quite suddenly, my body is mine to control. I become aware of a mouth that is not quite mine yet, and I open it to scream.

The arms that I suddenly sense, are bound, and I strain to free them.

I catch sight of several figures moving at the top of the hole, and behind me, there is a large man with a huge mustache.

The locks holding my arms burst out, drawing blood as they are forced out.

The mustachioed man slams his fingers to the ground, and shouts out an incantation. White bandages extend to wrap around me, and I scream once more as my shoulders, back, and body are pierced with spikes. Even my head does not go unscathed.

A burst of power comes from my chest, and severs the bandages, channeling up to my face. My true mouth has finished forming, and I see the large block of stone heading toward me.

I open my mouth and prepare.

The figures at the edge leap back, and one covers the other.

I will strike the block aside, leap up and... do something. I don't know exactly what.

Just as the block is about to strike, an immense pressure explodes from me, and the block shatters.

Control is ripped from me, and I can no longer use my arms and legs. Only my vision is intact.

I can only watch as the one in control of the body leaps up, out of the pit, and lands in front of the figures, one with red hair, the other with that damnable hat.

They call out, and an arm comes up, going to an odd weight on the shoulder, it draws a broken sword, and reverses it. The others are confused, then cry out as the sword begins to swing.

Directly for my face.

With a crack, it shatters, and I lose my vision.

The man speaks again, and his very voice is annoying.

"Congratulations, you have passed the second test. You have completely turned into a shinigami. Good job!"

I can hear the one in control reply, "Shut up!" and jam something to the eyes of the man. Who follows up a with a scream of, "My eyes!"

My hearing begins to fade, and tune in and out, the last thing I hear is, " Then I'll give you five minutes. You can try and finish me off."

My hearing cuts out, and I return to a world of darkness, ready and waiting.

A light shines in and I seen an old man, in sunglasses and a black coat.

"Do you have a name, hollow?"

Hollow?

"I have no name." I reply.

"Very well, then I will show you around, no-name."

The man offers a hand, but I wave it away and stand.

"No, I'll get up."

I look around, and see the light shining into a world of giant glass buildings... Skyscrapers, some scrap of memory tells me.

"Where are we?"

The man stares gravely.

"We are in the soul of Ichigo Kurosaki. I am Zangetsu. We have much for you to learn, if you are to lend power to him."

Lend power?

I don't think so.

But I'll play along.

"Show me." I say.

He nods and leads me out.

And so began my life inside the boy, Ichigo.

Just a short story for Bleach, detailing the life of Shiro, or Ogichi, or Dark Ichigo.

I prefer the name Shiro myself.

I will continue it soon.