Ichigo Kurosaki was lying on the ground, his seven seconds of visored/hollow ability up, and completely wasted. Grimmjow was about to cero Rukia in the face close-ranged, and help didn't seem like it was coming. Ichigo glanced at the sword in his hand, Zangetsu the moon cutter. For what it's worth, it truly was a damn good zanpukto, but in this case he needed more power or more skill, probably the later. He stole a look at his shattered visored mask, inwardly cursing his seemly insurmountable inability to actually master the damn thing and keep it up for longer than a pathetic seven seconds. He finds himself wishing for more power. He realized he wanted something more…

He blinked…

Suddenly he found himself in the familiar bleached white city-like place he knew to be his soul-scape. Under the clear blue sky in his mind, he began looking around, expecting to see Old man Zangetsu, or the still nameless insane bleached version of himself. He was wrong on both accounts. The person there was a familiar white-haired European looking man with severe-looking dark eyebrows. He wore black slacks, black loafers, a white button-up, with a red and black tie and, to complete the look, a dark brown overcoat. He was carrying what looked like a silver card case. Ichigo knew this man should be dead by all rights, heck, it was Ichigo himself who killed him, but here he was. His name… was Jin Kariya.

Startled by the appearance of a guy that tried to kill him only a couple months ago, Ichigo, instinctively takes a couple steps back. Seeing this reaction, Kariya openly laughed at Ichigo.

Clearing his throat, he spoke in a lazy, condescending tone. "Now, now, Ichigo. This is your mind. I can't possibly end you life here."

Ichigo finally found his voice. "How are you still alive? I killed you so what are you doing here?"

Kariya laughed again. "You tried to kill me, but at that point I was so tapped into the Jokai Crest that I was completely made of spirit energy at the time. You defeated me alright, but not because I didn't want to kill you at the time. You only survived because Messer didn't want to cut you. And I am here because you absorbed me."

Ichigo began to panic. "Did you say I absorbed you? How?"

"Did you know every Hollow has a special ability?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with you?"

"Everything. You began tapping into your inner hollow when we were fighting, and since your body learned how to absorb excess reiatsu from your opponent to strengthen yourself as the fight draws on. When you first met the girl Rukia, she unlocked your own power, not unlike Sado's arm and Orihime's hair sprites. Now, your power and Chad's are based off of hollows. I also think your inner hollow's power is to absorb the excess reiatsu of whatever you fight, allowing your inner hollow to double level up instead of just eating the dead opponent, you absorb their power and their reiatsu."

"So what did I absorb from you?"

"You absorbed my bount ability, which will allow you to suck reiatsu from living or dead beings, spiritual signature, which should allow you to use Messer, and you gained the ability to hide your spiritual presents away from other spiritually-atoned beings."

"Wait, did you say I could use Messer? How do I find out?"

"Easy, grasp Messer." Kariya held out the silver case form of Messer.

Taking a deep breath, he reached out and grabbed Messer. For a couple of seconds, nothing happened. Then suddenly Messer liquefied and molded itself onto Ichigo's hand. It began condensing until it was just a ring with a green gem in the center of it. Kariya smiled. "It looks like Messer has found its proper owner. I am going to guess that' why it didn't let me effectively cut you. Go and Have Fun in your battle, King"

Ichigo's eyes widened at the phrase his Hollow self normally used, but before he could address it he found himself still on the ground in front the arrancar Grimmjow, and he still was about to cero Rukia in the face close-range style. Ichigo grinned to himself. It was time to put that stupid, cocky, motherfucking asshole in his place: being scraped of the bottom of Ichigo's right shoe! Raising the left arm that still had the messer ring on it, He came up with the perfect release phrase just as he swept his flat, empty hand with the fingers pointing outward at Grimmjow's remaining arm. "Slice through the winds, MESSER!"

I know. Mega Cliffy. I picked this set up because I don't be seeing any bount fics. Maybe they aren't well liked. I personally thought the doll thing was pretty cool. Well this is my first Bleach fic so don't pull any punches. No flames though. If you get the chance, look at my other fics and Review please. I am going to update them today. I have been out of commission for about a Month now but I'm back on track now. It is a funny story. I went to bed and 'woke up' six weeks later with nine little holes in the back of my neck along my spinal column. I asked around and everyone I asked said I called in sick for the last month or so parents included…I think I got abducted by aliens and experimented on or something…O well!

Durmstrang –boy out