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Chapter 1: One Mistake Creates a Nightmare


The sounds of laughter echoes throughout the entire mostly pitch black room. A fairly tall man with spiky black hair continued laughing at his current achievement. His outfit is a white garb that covers his entire body and white gloves that seem to fit in quite comfortably. The laughing man is the number nine Espada, Aaroniero Arruruerie.

Aaroniero reasons for laughing like a mad man? Simple, he currently has a beautifully shaped trident stabbed right through a black haired midget's gut, Rukia Kuchiki. The sick twisted game that the ninth Espada played on the midget practically made the man want to roll over constantly on the ground while laughing at the sheer stupidity the girl presented throughout their battle.

It's still somewhat hard to believe that this girl is this naive! She actually bought the crap he said about his little Kaien story. So for the better half of the fight the girl struggle against his unmatched skills. The mere thought of the foolish Shinigami hesitation brought forth a large devilish grin, it was soon erased by his never ending laughter.

Rukia did prove her little theory if the Arrancar was the true Kaien or an impostor by using a Kido combination spell to restrain him. After restraining him the Kuchiki girl blasted a hole behind him which released a small amount of sunlight to pass through. The Shapeshifter's little secret was shown to the girl, his real face. His actual face is a cylinder case filled with red liquid and two small floating heads were contained inside.

The midget's experiment was a success but ended badly for her. Why? The answer? Kaien Shiba. The girl's beloved and scar-worthy past memories once again forced her to not risk the chances of accidentally killing her precious former lieutenant if he was the real Kaien Shiba. Big mistake for her, ha!

The Shapeshifter knew that one does not ignore a free gift, even a powerful being with a unlimited amount of potential like himself wasn't ignorant enough to not use an advantage to kill he's enemy. Removing his kiddy gloves off and bringing out the terrifying might of his Resurrección. To put the girl's situation in simple words: she's screwed.

And so after her measly excuse of a struggle Aaroniero quickly beaten the Shinigami and stabbed her with his Trident, Nejibana. Hopefully the midget will die soon, the Arrancar seriously does want to continue on with his life. Then again, his enjoyment would eventually end when the worthless girl passes on. He'll just have to milk the misery right out of her until she's a dried up well.

Suddenly Rukia grabbed onto his trident, more accurately it's hilt. The fact that she's alive baffled him in some levels.

"You're still conscious? How admirable. No, I suppose I should say pitiful! Struggle all you want, but the fact still remains that you can't kill me," the Espada cockily bragged while bringing his weapon and the now conscious midget closer to him.

Small pieces of ice fell and landed on Rukia's tightly gripped hand. The Ninth Espada either didn't see them fall or simply does give enough fucks to care about the girl's weak ice tricks.

"You still got enough strength to grasp the hilt?" Aaroniero asked.

"I... remember..." Rukia Kuchiki muttered.

'Almost didn't caught what she said,' the white garbed Arrancar noted to himself. "What?"

She weakly brought up her broken sword using a great amount of strain and pointed it directly at the bemused looking Shapeshifter.

"I don't know what you remembered, but are you gonna try to fight me with a broken katana? That's pathetic! Give it up already!" The Ninth Espada said while the girl struggling to hold onto the sword.

'This is dreadfully pathetic to watch. She can't even wield her Zanpakutō properly! The stupid girl is only escalating her death,' Aaronerio thought.

He wanted to scoff at the girl's useless actions, but kept himself at bay. He can always laugh at her corpse afterwards, before devouring her of course. And hey now she can have her 'well deserved' reunion with Kaien himself! Sometimes the Ninth Espada is just too kind to his victims.

"S... San no Mai," Rukia muttered and with those words her missing half of the katana quickly reshaped itself. The Hollow Consumer only had enough time to gasp before the sword pierce through his skull. "Shirafune!"

"What the...?" Aaroniero said in complete disbelief.

His Kaien Shiba face vanished, only to be replaced by the Arrancar's real face.

"I remembered where his heart is! You may have Kaien-dono's body. But that's not where Kaien-dono is! I was entrusted with Kaien-dono's heart!" Rukia determinedly said.

'No... What... How... She's just... Some... Shinigami... How?' Thoughts like these were spiraling wildly through Aaroniero Arruruerie.

"Farewell, Espada!" The midget finished as she sliced his head straight down to the middle causing it to burst. His giant deformed Resurrección form, just as fast, appeared as well in all it's awesome and gruesomest glory.

The green liquid spouted out everywhere as the badly injured Shinigami fell down to the ground. Most of the green liquid left where the two fighters were at leaving behind a beaten down midget and two tiny heads.

The squeaky voice head scream out to the heavens in a pure unadulterated agony. "It hurts! It hurts! Save me, Aizen-sama! Aizen-sama! You promised me, didn't you!? If I went with you, I would be freed from my suffering! So why does it hurt!? It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no... no..."

While the squeaky head bitched as if there was no tomorrow while rolling around in it's own fluid it's counterpart, the much deeper voiced one, allowed itself to say it's final words and thoughts.

"Bitch, I refuse..."

'My existence... is the greatest ambition to men. My unrelenting power and potential would make men envy me, to want this unique gift, to wish they were blessed by such luck. I, the perfect Hollow to ever be created... To be killed off in such a silly manner.' The enraged head thought.

"To accept..."

'Is this truly the end of me? After my countless struggles of survival as Gillian? The thousands of Hollows that were devoured by me to go... to go... to waste? Why? I'm the living image of what the strongest creature should be. My strength is limitless. My skills is limitless. My potential is limitless.' He continued thinking what may be his last thoughts. 'How could a weakling Shinigami ever hope to kill me? Was it my playfulness? My lack of trying? Not taking the fight seriously... No... No... I, Aaroneiro Arruruerie does not and will not accept any sorts of failure. I am the perfection of what a Hollow ever hopes to be one day! But I know that no one, no matter how fierce they may be will ever stand against my mass potential! I'm the pinnacle of Hollow evolution. I am perfect!'

"This..."

The head split into two as it's eyes lost their menacing gleam.

Two small bright lights appeared inside the room. On a closer inspection the lights looked to be a purple shaped rune. And both of these runes were right below the two lifeless heads. The two runes gleamed so brightly that you would be force to cover your eyes. When the light died out there was nothing on the floor besides the green liquid that was oozing out everywhere. Both of the heads vanished to who knows where.


In a dark barely lit room stood a couple of identically robed masked men all surrounding a single table. A much larger (fatter) robed masked man rudely pushed his way through the fools, the fat ass was quickly followed by a thinner robed masked man.

The fat ass took a bite out of his chicken before asking what most of the idiots were here for, "so... this is what we summoned, huh?"

"Apparently after using the tools used for transporting a powerful creature to our location for the sole point of our scheme we were given these," the thinner man said, displeased with the results.

The fat ass only grumbled.

"We used practically a fortune of Jewels to summon something powerful that'd speed up the process of our plan. However, it seems that fate stuck the finger at us and gave these two heads instead of a overpowering demon that we originally wanted." the thinner man stated with a frown.

Many of the men whisper to each other about these news, while others were more open about it, causing a uproar. The larger man ignored their gossiping and cries and instead focused on his partner. "Please don't tell me that there isn't any use to the heads," the fat man expressed his growing disappointment by taking another bite of his chicken.

The thin man released a small chuckle, "ahh... actually yes we can do something about this predicament. I may not be a genius my friend, but I believe that with the right kind of manual labor and extra doses of Jewel that we can possibly bring back the heads to life in order to assist our one true mission."

The larger masked man paused mid bite on his chicken to reply, "And what would we need and do for this to work?"

"Like I said before I am no genius, but even I can see the success coming from this thing. We'll need to pay a hefty amount of Jewels for certain supplies, no where near the amount we wasted on bringing this these heads here, but enough to see the fruits of our labor so to speak." The thinner man coughed into his hand before walking closer to the table where the heads were placed separately from each other. "My plan is to infuse the stable looking head into the other damaged one."

This caused many of the men, including the fat one, to question the man's sanity. Some of the robed man once again began their gossiping.

"Doesn't make a lick of sense."

"Why infuse them?"

"Definitely not a genius since you just went full retard right there, yup."

The larger man raised up his hand as a sign of warning. The rest immediately understood and drew back, not without letting out some final snappy comments.

"You mind explaining to me and my subordinates on what the hell you're smoking on? Because all I hear is some idiot mook spouting crap that is as logically as a fire breathing child tamed by a dragon!" The pissed off fat man roared.

"Now, now no need to get all pissy on me. I can see how this wouldn't make much sense to any of you, correct?" Many of the men nodded their heads. "Well I believed that if we could recover an already damaged head using the same material, say for a example the non-damaged one, that we'll be able to not only bring back one of the heads in perfect condition but also resurrect it. I'm sure you can tell that this thing isn't normal by any means, so a powerful demonic head shouldn't be hard to acknowledge, right? We'll also need to magic for the finishing touches. So how about it, interested?" The thinner man asked with a cheeky grin.

Releasing out a deep sigh the larger man could only agree with a nod. They have already wasted a crap ton of Jewels on the summon, so what's the harm in using more, right? Besides, this thing could be helpful to their group. For all they know the head could be some kind of monster with insane magical power. A demon perhaps? Well whatever the thing is it'll surely be put to good use. What's the worst that'd happen? A rebellious massacre? Pfft like that would ever happen!


'Four months has passed,' the fat man thought happily as he watches many of his workers doing their duties for the project named "Resurrection Tiny Head," the name sounded retarded but hey as long the damn thing comes to life then really who the hell cares?

Four painfully slow months passed since the summon of the weird gray head. In that time they have shockingly managed to infuse the the two heads into one using the beauty of magic and the strange object known as Lacrima. Those babies sure does some crazy wonders. Even with the success of combining the two heads there was a few failures that will need to be fixed immediately, or at the latest moment possible.

The strange head hasn't woken up after the successful infusion and it's been three motherfucking weeks since then! You would think after bringing forth a new life by using another discarded life that the damn thing would wake the hell up and greet their new masters like a good obedient pet.

Interesting enough they have been able to discover quite the number of abnormally traits from the bodiless creature while it's enjoying a long slumber. For one, the thing's source of power isn't magical. Now this wouldn't be too strange since many living things simply don't have the necessary dose of magic, but the head does have a source of energy... just not magic.

During the third month of experimenting, after the success of infusing the two, the head would wildly release out this heavy feeling energy. The force of this strange energy forced us down to our knees causing many of us to cough up our own saliva and intestines. My breakfast was lost that day, oh the agony to my stomach! A couple of us even died by that dangerous unknown energy.

Having no choice we were quite literally forced to take extra precautions. So we lost a couple dozen more worthless henchmen (last paychecks to sign) before we finally were able to restrain the pain in the ass of a head with the usual use of Lacrima. It's source of energy is still confusing to us to this day. All that we know is the energy the head released definitely wasn't magic related whatsoever, but something deadlier and untamed.

The fat man brought his gaze towards a giant test tube filled with a red slightly orange colored liquid. At the bottom of the tube lays scattered around Lacrima, used to operate and clean the liquid, for health reasons. In the very middle of the tube is where our precious little head is, floating around with it's eyes closed as usual.

We have also found out that the strange little bugger belongs to the carnivore family. It was thanks to one of the lesser important workers that discover this. He accidentally fell inside the giant container when the scrub was attempting to add a couple of new Lacrima inside the tube. What happened next disturbed everyone to a new level. The head with it's eyes still closed opened up it's mouth where a tentacle sprouted out, coiled around the panicking loser, and crushed his body like a toothpick. The kid's mangled corpse was then swallowed up slowly by the head until their was nothing but the blood flowing inside the tube, which couldn't be seen since the tube contained a red sort of liquid.

The random minion's death won't be forgotten... he died for a great cause! To a disgusting carnivorous head that may or may not betray us by devouring us in a barbaric manner.

'Creep could use some table manners,' the large not so imposing man thought as he ripped off a large piece of his chicken and swallowing the whole thing without chewing at all.

Even if this thing is becoming a problem he's sure that once the head is awake all his little issues will fade away.


"MOVE IT YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHITS!" a random masked man roared at the hoard of enslave men, women, and children.

The life of a slave working for that bastardy tower isn't what you call outstanding. The terrible food, the cruel tormentors forcing you to keep on working till you drop dead, the thoughts of never returning back to your homes, all of these is what you can describe a slave's life here and much more!

One such slave was currently struggling pushing a cart. The poor slave looked to be a young girl at the age of seven or eight. Her crimson red hair gleamed like a flawless ruby.

Her pitiful attempts at continuing her forced labor didn't go unnoticed. Before she can try again a shadow formed behind her. The red head could only release a shriek as a much larger hand slapped her across the head with enough force to send her crumbling down to the ground.

"Would you look at what I found. Some stupid brat not giving her absolute best in pushing this cart here," the slapper that was another masked man pointed out when he placed his right hand over the cart. "What do you gotta say to yourself, huh!?" He went over to the girl and stomped on her gut.

The red head girl only released out a painful groan from the force.

"That isn't an acceptable answer you dumb piece of crap," the man yelled as he bend down and grabbed the red head hair harshly.

She screamed as the masked man dragged her to a group of similarly dressed men. He caught the attention of his fellow workers by coughing into his hand.

"Found another straggler. Should I dump the bitch, sir?" he asked/requested to his apparent superior officer.

The man messaged his chin before shrugging, "Bah! Just dump her at one of the Rehabilitation Chamber for some 'reeducation.'"

The red head girl eyes widen as she try desperately to escape, the other men laughed.

With a sickening grin the mask man replied happily, "Of course sir!"

He quickly turned around and began his journey to his new destination. With each step the girl's heart thumped. She's terrified of what going to happen to her. Worst thing is she cannot do a single thing to prevent the 'reeducation.'

Making a left turn through the halls of the tower the man bumped into another masked man.

"Wa-watch where you're going asshole!" the masked man yelled as he gripped on the red head tighter.

The man ignored him but instead beckoned him to follow. "I need some help with a couple of rebellious slaves. Bastards are starting up a fight with a few of us, I was looking around for any nearby help. So how about it, interested in bashing a few skulls?"

The masked man grinned before nodded vigorously as he followed his comrade completely ignoring the girl he dropped. She watch as they disappeared in the halls before she got up from the dirty ground and ran the other direction.

'Where's the exit!' the lucky red head thought.

She's incredibly happy that the idiot left her giving her the chance to escape the horrors of the Rehabilitation Chamber, but still she has to get back to the other slaves before she's caught by another slaver.

The red head ended up in front of a Iron door, a dead end just her luck. Well whatever she'll just turn around and take a different route. Suddenly there were noises coming from the halls and they sounded like that the voices were getting closer!

'Oh god oh god oh god! What to do! What to do!?' the red head panic as she turned her head furiously to her left and right only to see solid walls. She quickly turned back to the door and without any hesitation she open up the door and went inside the room.

She quickly shut the door and tried to calm down her nerves. After a couple of seconds the red head managed to stabilize herself. She finally decided to look around. The room had multiple kinds of chairs and desks. Bookshelves surrounded the corners of the walls filled with books of science and magic. There wasn't a living thing in the room that she can spot. The girl was about to look at the bookshelf when she noticed the very obvious object. A giant tube filled with a red liquid of some kind.

Without her even knowing she began walking closer to the giant container. When she was only inches away from the object of her attention she finally noticed that there was a small gray ball floating in the center of it. She placed both of her hands to the tube and moved a little closer to get a better look. Curiosity killed the cat.

The ball's eyes opened up slightly to stare at the red haired girl. She froze out of fear.

"Care to elaborate why you're here brat," the tiny ball said as it's eyes gleamed with malicious intent and curiosity.

She didn't reply but instead she stared at him hoping he wasn't real.

"Is my existence that shocking to you? I would have expected you humans to at least understand that they're other creatures living in this world," the head scoffed. "Most of you uses magic and yet seeing a floating talking miniature head freaked you out? Pathetic."

"Wh-what are you?" the red head muttered.

'Seems like someone is lacking in the food chain department,' the head thought as he stare right back at the girl.

The head's eyes gleamed again, "I am what you humans call perfection! The chosen one to become the mightiest of all! The pinnacle of the Hollow evolution. I, Aaroniero Arruruerie, Ninth Espada of Aizen-sama army! Fear me you mindless human as my endless supply of Reiatsu wipe you out as a tornado would do to a mere paper tiger!"

The girl's fear faded away only to be replaced by confusion. What was this thing talking about? Hollows, Ninth Espada, Reiatsu? Never before did she ever hear these terms used. Well she heard the word hollow before, but she's sure this thing meant something else. And how does one exactly spell and pronounce the name Aaroniero Arruruerie? A name shouldn't be difficult!

'Wait... He told me his name, so shouldn't I tell him mine out of curtsy?' the red head thought before quickly making up her mind.

"Hello. My name's Erza Scarlet," she greeted back as she brought forth her hand to do a handshake only to stop when she release the head doesn't have any body parts. She blushed a little out of embarrassment.

The Ninth Espada stare at the girl strangely, "Girl I'll ask again what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the other slaves?"

Erza gasped as her original intent came back.

"Oh my god I forgot! I should be looking for a way to get back to the others before those mask guys come back!" the red head said worryingly as she began walking back to the door.

Now Aaroniero could have simply ignored the girl and allowed her to make her way to the door knowing full well what's up ahead. Using his Pesquisa he's able to locate the Reiatsu of others and it's just so happen that there were at least a three dozen Reiatsu signatures arriving. The girl did listen to proclamation of his glory so he suppose the girl did deserve to live her pathetic life. Besides a torture life was better then a dead one, as long as that life isn't himself.

Yes, He'll throw the girl a bone. A gift from perfection? That sounds about right. Once he gains enough power to overthrow these fools without a problem he'd have to make sure to find the girl and absorb her. It's the least he can do. Because what is better then becoming apart of what going to be the strongest of Hollows? Nothing!

"Girl I wouldn't open that door if I were you," Aaroniero caught the attention of the red head.

"Look I would like to continue our conversation but I got to go," Erza glared, trying to get her point.

The head only released a dark chuckle. "I'll be quick to the point. I have a power that senses other living things and at this moment I sense a couple dozen coming straight here," the Hollow laughed, "Oh and I doubt they're slaves!"

Aaroniero observed as the girl's face quickly lost it's color.

"Have no fear girl. Since I'm in such a giving mood I'll present you another ways of escape. Behind that bookshelf near the coffee stain is a secret passage. Go through this passage and I insure you, you'll live to see another tortuous day as a beloved slave," the head explained to the girl as she did just that and indeed found a secret passage.

She looked back at the Hollow. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Just get the hell out of here your presence makes me want to vomit out my only meal given to me here!" Aaroniero shooed her off.

Erza smiled and waved her hand, "I hope we meet again!"

With that final goodbye the girl disappeared as the bookshelf automatically shut blocking the secret passage.

"Stupid girl shouldn't be thanking me for this, no want she should be doing is begging me to devour her," the Ninth Espada muttered darkly before he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. The only door to the room open up slowly as the masked men went to their desks.

"Hmm strange I could have sworn I heard voices in here. Must be the stress I guess," the thin apparent leader said.

Aaroniero inwardly grinned from their stupid display.


Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed this improve chapter! It seems I tend to always choose the less favorable characters of bleach (or less written). First Yammy and now Aaroniero, God what the hell is wrong with me?

A story using Aaroniero as the main protagonist!? What the hell is this unique shit!? I thought the same exact things when this idea came to me. The Ninth Espada isn't even one of my favorites and yet I find the idea of using this freak in a crossover intoxicatingly fascinating. What are your thoughts on this idea?

If you have read my prototype chapter than you I'm sure you noticed that I have expanded this chapter but not by 3k words. I wanted to believe me! It's just the ending right here is perfect. At least the story word count went up right? No? Oh... It's the thought that counts!

Anyways I added some more content to this chapter and cleaned up some errors. I'm sure all of you know who the red haired girl is. Did I get her age right though? I wasn't sure if I did so tell me if I'm wrong.

Oh yeah to answer the one guest about Mask De Masculine. I so agree a crossover with him would be awesome and I feel he should have some more love! Especially how Tite Kubo killed him off so lamely. I mean really Renji? Come on that's bullshit! But yeah I'll think about the crossover, going to have to choose what's a good anime for for justice badass.

Go ahead and review and tell me your thoughts on this improved and slightly cleaner chapter! Tell me if you liked the first interactions between Aaroniero and Erza. This chapter was a little slow but hey it's a chapter one. Chapter two is where some good stuff happens so have your fingers crossed! I hope you enjoy your time reading and have a lovely day.