Alright, before anyone continues on I want to make one thing perfectly clear to anyone who even bothers to read this. I am not a writer. I'm a reader. I could read fics for 24 hours and never get bored. Writing tires me out. A lot.
That means that this fic could end up abandoned at any time. Tomorrow. Next week. Hell, maybe even next year. Proceed with caution. In all likelihood, you won't even like my fic, considering the cliche plot.
If you do however, don't get too invested. I guess it'll all depend on how popular this little prelude is. Who knows. Maybe it'll do good. 50 reviews for just this. Yeah, right. Like thats going to happen. Seriously though. Reviews and favorites and follows will determine the fate of this story.
Step. Step. Step.
One foot in front of the other.
Step... Step... Step.
The white skinned hollow slowed to a stop, bringing one hand up to look at it, eyes scanning over the razor sharp points at the end of his fingers. The hollow's mask wrapped around to cover his entire head and looked distinctly similar to a human skull. Two horns jutted out of the masks temples and angled almost directly forward. Long orange hair – reaching down to the Hollow's waist – spread out from under the helmet and down the Hollow's back. The Hollow's garb bizarrely resembled that of a Shinigami's. The bottoms matched with those of a standard Shinigami's attire, the creature's Hollow Hole was covered up by a long, double layer coat. The inside was maroon while the outside was pure black. The back extended all the way down to his anklesand ended with a tattered edge. Red tufts of fur ran along it's collar bone and wrapped around both it's wrists and ankles. This was a Vasto Lorde.
The hand dropped back to it's side and the Hollow resumed walking.
How long have I been walking...?
…
Where do I walk?
…
Why do I walk?
The last thought remained.
What is my purpose?
Something had always felt wrong. Even back when it was an Adjuchas, the Hollow had always felt as if it should have been doing something else. Like there was some great duty he had to perform, or...
or it was like he had something to...
protect...
"Ichi-nii!"
It was barely above a whisper, but with that single statement a sharp pain exploded in the Hollow's head.
Nonononono. This is all wrong. Wrong. No. NO!
The Hollow roared, a guttural sound that could be heard for miles around. The tight control he had on his Reiatsu fell apart, revealing the utterly insane amount of it the Vasto Lorde had.
He fell to his knees, hands reaching up to grasp at his mask, claws scratching at it, trying to peel it off. One hand went up to one of the horns and broke it off, but the white material bubbled up and quickly replaced it.
Another roar, louder than the last.
Both hands went up this time and broke off both horns, but the process repeated, and it went on like this for days.
Four days later, the ever decreasing amount of Reiatsu completely disappeared, prompting all the Hollow within a 40 mile radius to start coming back towards the source. For the past days, no Hollow dared to wander within 15 miles of the point of power. The fear of death from the Reiatsu alone deterred any of them from trying to get a meal that would certainly lead to their own evolution to a Vasto Lorde.
Back at the point, the Hollow had stopped clawing, as the mask had ceased repairing itself and was now completely covered in cracks. The roar suddenly switched into a human like scream and with the sound of breaking glass, the mask shattered into Reiatsu particles, floating freely and visibly for a few seconds before quickly condensing down into a blade's shape in the Hollow's hand. The shape glowed brightly, before revealing the pure black long sword. Four bent prongs made up the sword's cross guard, and a broken chain dangled from the end of the hilt.
Under the mask was revealed to be a male teenager in his mid to late-teens. The previously amber eyes darkened until they were a more brown color. The pure white skin gained a more tan color, and the red tufts had also disappeared. There actually wasn't any distinguishing features about the teenager. He could pass off as human now. As long as no one saw the hole still in the center of his chest.
The screaming had stopped, and blank brown eyes stared into the ever-present night sky of Hueco Mundo.
Within his inner world, two pairs of eyes flicked open.
For the plot you'll be looking at the pretty cliche Arracar!Ichigo, although with my own little twist I guess. Nothing really that big. He'll also be overwhelmingly powerful. You figure I used the form he took when he fought Ulquiorra as his Vasto Lorde, and he absolutely fucking owned with that. So yeah. I'll try and do some interesting stuff with his powers, but that's for you all to decide(if its interesting). I have some ideas on back story but I don't have anything written up. Make of that what you will. Maybe one chapter will be good, and the other will suck. I don't know.
NOT ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE THIS SHORT. I just thought I'd stress that if that's what turns someone away from this fic. This is just my little draft. As stated before, it will probably just get 1 or 2 favs/follows/reviews. So yeah. Might not get past this. I'll try for two actual chapters, but...
Anyway. Enjoy.