Hi people! Here's the long awaited sequel to The Hollow! I hope you enjoy it and feel free to PM me or review this story to request ideas! Hope you enjoy this!
Rukia looked at the strawberry haired boy in annoyance.
"How many times are you going to do that?" she growled, grabbing his shirt and yanking him away from the lamppost, "They're just vehicles!"
"But they MOVE! On their OWN! How is that even POSSIBLE?" he shrieked, clinging to the lamppost tightly, eyes wide.
Passers-by regarded the scene with some amusement. Rukia shook her head, tugging even harder.
"For pity's sake!" she hissed, "They move because they can! Just like you! Anyway, you see them in Ichigo's mind all the time! What's the problem?"
"They look so small on the screen!" the Hollow whined. Rukia raised an eyebrow.
"What screens?" she asked, tilting her head and releasing his shirt.
"The big screens, the ones in the buildings in King's world!" He drew a big rectangle in the air, momentarily releasing his grip on the lamppost.
Rukia didn't miss the opportunity. She tackled him and dragged him away from the lamppost, ignoring the outrages screeches. It had taken them half an hour to get away from Kisuke, and she was NOT going to go ring for assistance again!
She began dragging the Hollow down the road, ignoring the looks people were giving them and she dragged him towards the Kurosaki Clinic, whiny Hollow boy being dragged behind.
This was what she didn't agree with. She was deliberately putting humans in danger of being eaten by a Hollow, and worse still, a hugely powerful Hollow with homicidal tendencies. And she still had no idea why. All Kisuke had done was wave his fan in her face and tell her not to worry. It didn't exactly reassure her.
The Hollow growled under his breath.
Ichigo's breathless laughter filled his head.
"She's right," he chortled, "They won't kill you!"
"Tell that to all the people who die in car crashes," Tensa uttered in his usual monotone.
The Hollow was sick of them both.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" he howled at them, resigning himself to the fact that he was probably going to suffer this until King recovered. How King didn't go crazy was beyond him.
"I'm lucky I'm already insane," he muttered, shaking his head. Rukia looked down at him and shook her head. Looks like this would be fun.
It took them another ten minutes to get to the Kurosaki Clinic. She stopped before they came into view of the window. She crouched down next to the Hollow.
"Listen," she hissed, quietly and darkly, "If you harm anyone here, not only will Ichigo give you hell, but I will personally insure you NEVER get out of his inner world again. Understand?"
Ichigo's brown eyes clouded over, allowing her a glimpse of the Hollow inside.
"I understand ya, no need to come so close!" he hissed back, his voice splitting into two-tone again.
"I will come as close as I like!"
The Hollow narrowed his eyes, letting his evil, insane grin dance into existence, making sure the midget soul reaper saw the menace behind it.
"Just you try it, you'll lose more than I will! But if it'll make the ickle soul reaper feel better," he said, smiling still, "I swear on my little Hollow heart that everyone in that house will remain untouched."
Rukia glowered at him. "What heart?"
The Hollow pouted. It looked so strange to see Ichigo's face so animated.
"That wasn't very nice!"
"Neither are you!"
"Point taken."
Rukia stood up, pulling him with her.
"Now," she said, serious and commanding, "Ichigo's family are not to notice that Ichigo's not home, got it?"
The Hollow rolled his eyes. This was his third lecture on the point. He mock-saluted her and concentrated. Within seconds, Ichigo's brown eyes were back, the yellow and black gone. He tried to copy Ichigo's usual scowl.
Rukia looked uneasy. She shook her head. "No, never do that again."
The Hollow dropped the act. "What did I do wrong?" he whined.
"You were forcing your face downwards."
"That's what he does!"
"No. He keeps it straight, in a line."
The Hollow glared at her. Sighing, he tried again. He held his lips straight for a few seconds before his they started twitching. Rukia noticed.
"Hold it!" she muttered, "Hold it, hold it, hold it!"
But it was too much. He lasted a couple more seconds before the creepy smile was backing, high pitched laughter accompanying it. Rukia put her head in her hands. This was never going to work.
Reluctantly, she turned her back on the laughing Hollow and walked over to the front door. The Hollow followed, looking a little more sober.
With great reluctance, she pushed open the door. Let the chaos begin!
The Hollow followed her inside. And gaped.
Nothing was new to him, not with watching King's life on a screen day after crazy day, but the colours were brighter, more surreal...more alive. That was, until something collided with his stomach, his arm wrenched behind his back and some HUGE weight crushed his back.
Screching every curse word he knew, the Hollow writhed underneath the laughing demon.
"Ha ha Ichigo! You've gotten slower over you're absence!" he hollered, louder that most of the battles the Hollow had been in, "You stupid-"
"GET OFF ME!" he yelled, grabbing his assailant's leg and launching him away from him. He heard him scream and a huge crash. The screaming cut off abruptly. The Hollow got to his feet and glared at the man lying in the crater of a wall. He had dark hair, scraggly day-old beard and eyes swimming with crocodile tears. Isshin. Fantastic.
He crawled out of the wall and ran into the kitchen.
"MASAKI! Our son has just returned and he's bullying me! What should I do?"
"HEY! You attacked me first!" the Hollow hollered.
The whole house went silent.
Suddenly, thunderous footsteps could be heard approaching at high speeds. The Hollow readied himself for another attack, poised and alert. A pink and white blur came into the doorway, squealed and launched itself at him. The Hollow tensed, ready for everything...
But a hug.
Startled, he looked down at the blonde around his waist. She looked up, big brown eyes swimming with tears.
"Onii-chan!" she cried, burying her face into his shirt, "You're home!"