Howdy. Well this is a remake of one of my old fanfictions. It is a Bleach/Death Note crossover. The reason why I'm remaking it is because I have a new account and the old version….I reread over it and I wasn't quite happy with the lack of intelligence I put forth into the composition. But that was a year ago! And after a whole year in the best English class I've ever had, I think it will be a thousand times better. I am not going to tell you guys which one it is, but if you guys want to do some exploring go ahead. Some of you might even know what the fanfic is, but I only had like 12 reviews and now I know why.
I did not put this in the crossover section because although it is a crossover of setting and character history, it is not a crossover between characters of both stories. You will be seeing Bleach slash pairings but the main pairing is Light and L
On I go.
Agony
Chapter 1: Death to the Killer.
Every step he took was excruciatingly painful and his strength was slowly diminishing. He truly couldn't comprehend what was happening at the moment because all had happened so fast to the point in which his mind had become too disoriented. All of these thoughts and screaming voices inside his head, pulsating in his mind, were driving him mad. The madness was settling in, the antic disposition had been torn from him. The mask he had used for so long had been ripped away that day in order for all to witness the truth he had been hiding for the past six years. And all by a mere child, a child! It was truly pathetic of him, losing to a child. But deep within the madness it was understandable; the child had been none other than one of that man's pupils.
The time came when he couldn't take the pain any longer. The bullets had burrowed deep within him and they were the source of most of the physical pain. He wanted to keep going, away from the bridge he was taking where he would be easily found. But in truth, the pain was making him struggle in his escape and he knew it wouldn't be long until he collapsed. Reaching the end of the bridge, he sauntered down the steps of a set of stairs dragging his mangled body with weak legs to a close by warehouse. As he walked in, looking up at the high ceilings of building, he dropped down and laid against the steps leading up to the second floor of the warehouse. There he found almost a restful bliss, letting out a quivering breath. From where he lay he could see the twilight sky, and the beautiful hues and colors. The sun was slowly falling over the horizon, extinguishing into night, dying out slowly. Ironic. Did this mean that his life would end also? He convulsed and coughed, blood sputtering down his lips and over his already torn clothes. He closed his eyes in agony and held his chest where it bled, trying to stop the flowing red warmth.
His eyes widened as the inside of his chest became tight with pain. Gasping out for breath was futile. He tried calling out for help but that was also a failed attempt. He looked forward with saddened eyes, his sight becoming fuzzy and darker with the diminishing light. He gasped one more time, a last attempt at finding some sort of survival. This must be how it had felt to the thousands of people he had executed, a fruitless death, reaching out for one last strand of hope. He trembled softly, feeling death settling over him.
And as he fell into inevitable oblivion, he thought he had seen his presence, looking at him with mirroring cheerless eyes.
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The human world had always been such a pathetic place especially through the last six years. Aizen Sousuke thought the way people would easily be swayed by the simplest things, lies, deception, or a false god was both sickening and pitiful. If he had the chance, he would never come to this place. In fact, if he had the chance he would even destroy the lowly excuse for a planet, and all of its human corruption. Maybe after annihilating the Soul Society he could move towards the human world. Just a little longer and he would have everything under his control, and his plan would be set in motion.
The reason for his visit to the human world was in order to follow a certain individual. The sudden disappearance of Commander-General Yamamoto had gone unnoticed by most of the Division captains, the exception being Gin, Tousen and himself. He could not deny the fact that he had manipulated his fellow captains' minds with the help of his dear Kyoka Suigetsu. His zanpakutou's powers were always convenient. And so as he traveled above the buildings of the human world, he found himself coming towards an abandoned warehouse, deep within the city slums. Looking around for any signs of the old shinigami, he did not notice the strange presence behind him.
The creature laughed a croaky cackle, grabbing Aizen's curiosity. It couldn't be a hollow or he would have noticed instantly and it couldn't be another Soul Reaper or he would have felt their reiatsu. So he turned, wondering what sort of creature was strong enough to conceal it's presence from him for such a time. But as the captain noticed what it was, he became quite disappointed, "Grimm Reaper, what reasons do you have in following me?" he asked the repulsive creature.
The shinigami cackled in amusement, "You seemed like an interesting fellow, Soul Reaper." The creature was tall and gaunt with a hunched back. Large red eyes inspected Aizen with an almost cynical expression. A grin spread across its face with jagged fangs and a bluish tongue. Aizen had never met one of the Soul Reapers' distant cousins, the Grimm Reapers. Very distant, he thought. In truth, without Grimm Reapers, the ones who deliver death to humans, there would be no Soul Reapers and no Hollows, both positive and negative outcomes. Although they both share the title of "Shinigami," death god, there is no doubt that Grimm Reapers came before the Soul Reapers. The most common theory would be that as Grimm Reapers kept killing humans, the population of both hollows and souls began increasing. The souls of humans being the weaker kind would usually fall prey to hollows. But retaliation against the monsters appeared, and the souls of humans became stronger, in the end creating Soul Reapers.
"Is that so?" Aizen asked fully turning to him and giving him a soft smile although there was venom in his words.
"If you are looking for the old guy he's in there, but you better hurry before the kid turns into one of your hollows," the Grimm Reaper said, flapping the wings that extended from his back in order to keep him in mid air.
Kid? "Ah, thank you for the warning, but I am sure both my subordinate and I can deal with it," Aizen said about to turn from the other.
The cackling stopped him once again, "Hee hee hee, don't underestimate him,"
Aizen gave him an inquisitive look and then grinned, "Hmm, that sounds interesting, what is your name Grimm Reaper?" he asked.
"Ryuk," the other simply answered, "And yours?"
"Aizen Sousuke," he in turn answered, "Gotei 13, 5th Division Captain,"
Ryuk chuckled, "Well, captain, do what you like with what's left of the kid, the old guy has been standing there for a couple of hours already so I guess it's up to you to decide," he said and then took flight, the beat of his wings creating a strong breeze.
Up to him to decide, Aizen liked how that sounded. Aizen watched as the entity left. He couldn't help but be even more curious as to what the Commander-General was doing at the moment. And who was this person Ryuk had told him not to underestimate? Whoever it was, it must be important, important enough to have the Commander-General of the Gotei 13 come to the human world personally. He descended down to the roof of the warehouse, and through an opening in the rusty metal of the roof he saw the old shinigami, standing with his back straight and gripping tightly on his staff. Aizen knew well enough that this was a sign of concern in the 1st Division captain.
"You can come down if you like Aizen," the old man said. He smiled, knowing well enough that Yamamoto could never be fooled easily. That is why he was taking time with his plot against the Soul Society, making sure to stay on the best interest of the Commander-General. Moving in through an opening in a broken window, he looked up at Yamamoto, who was also looking at him. It was a somber look, not one of suspicion, but he did ask in the end, "What are you doing here, Aizen?"
Aizen had already planned this conversation, "I was worried, Yamamoto-soutaicho," he said in his oh so innocent voice, "I noticed your absence and traced you here to the human world, I was curious as to why you had left without escort or company,"
Yamamoto lowered his gaze down to the ground of the warehouse. The two shinimagi were standing on what seemed like the third floor, boxes, crates, and metal littering the floor. Large cranes sat dormant, their hooks still and rusting. It seemed that nobody had come into that warehouse in quite some time. The warehouse was large, with a high ceiling, and four windows grouped at the corners to create a square on the ceiling of the building in which the light of twilight shone through. The colors were quite beautiful, hues of orange mixed with yellow, and pink and purple clouds creating figures in the sky. Upon further notice, Aizen realized that Yamamoto had not been looking at the ground, but at a stair case leading down from the second floor to the first. It was then that he heard the faint noises, groans and whines. Moving his gaze down to the staircase, he saw that sitting besides the dead body of a young man was an exact replica of that man, only this replica was chained. A soul chain. The man was groaning in pain, holding his chest and gripping tightly. He trembled and finally a scream was released from his lungs, as he arched backwards revealing the cause of his screams.
"Yamamoto-soutaicho….what is this?" Aizen asked. The soul chain was being eaten unusually fast, which meant that soon enough a hollow would be born. He wondered what this man had done to deserve this.
Yamamoto didn't answer. He kept looking down with almost sympathetic eyes at the youth. He gripped the staff even tighter as his face turned into a grimace while the soul kept screaming, screams turning into shrieks, "The Dark Years……are over" he whispered simply.
Aizen's eyes widened. The Dark Years…..over? What did that mean? Who was this man supposed to be….unless……unless he was…
"Soutaicho-san……is that….?" Aizen asked with a perfect fake disposition at worry. In truth, he was intrigued with this new discovery.
"Yes," Yamamoto answered simply.
The Dark Years of the Soul Society had been a time in which an unusual high rate of Hollows began to appear in the human world, making to Soul Society go into a state of alarm. Shinigami upon shinigami were sent to the human world, to deal with the Hollow souls, and many did not return. So many hollows had been born that even rookie shinigami, fresh from their Academy graduation, would be sent to fight the creatures. It truly had been horrible times. What made the hollows even more dangerous, was that an alarming seventy-five percent of the them had been criminals in their previous lives, which meant that they were stronger and much more corrupted. With so many evil hollows, in addition to other hollows, many souls had been devoured and in turn creating a drop in the amount of souls purified and sent to the Soul Society. It was soon after the start of these Dark Years that it came to the notice of the Soul Society that the reason behind this increase in hollows was because of a human, not only that, but a human with the powers of their distant cousins, the Grimm Reapers. This had become a major problem first, because Soul Reapers could not deal with the affair of humans and so couldn't personally deal with this criminal, and second, because it also involved a Grimm Reaper. What made it even more troublesome was that the Shinigami King of the Grimm Reapers' realm was not very fond of the Soul Reapers or the Spirit King and would not give aide to their troubles. As long as the Grimm Reapers were not harmed, they would not partake in the fighting. Not that they would do any help, thought Aizen to himself.
"That…child….is the reason for our troubles these last six years….Light Yagami," Yamamoto said turning away from the scene. He sighed and then shook his head, "This is too tiring for my age….Aizen you wouldn't mind getting rid of it would you?"
Aizen's brows arched in curiosity, "Of course not, soutaicho-san." How convenient, he hadn't even need to use Kyoka Suigetsu.
"He will be tough, but I'm sure you'll have no problems," Yamamoto said as he opened the Senkaimon, "We will have a meeting before revealing the news to the Sereitei,"
"That sure is cause for a celebration," Aizen said chuckling softly.
Yamamoto groaned and then stepped into the rift that lead to the Soul Society, "Guess so."
The Senkaimon closed as quickly as it had opened. Aizen was now alone and in the warehouse, with nothing but the shrieks of the man below. It was then that the shrieks turned to terrifying growls and howls. Aizen grinned as the boy began his metamorphosis into a monster. A white liquid-like substance seemed to explode from his body as if it was a small container that couldn't keep the liquid in. It began at the center of his chest, creating the hole that branded him as a hollow. He screamed, holding his head as the substance began to form a carapace around his body and a mask over his face. His body began to mold and grow into that of a Hollow, his limbs becoming longer, stronger and dangerous. The howling screams shook the warehouse, and Aizen couldn't help but smile even wider. He was a fantastical creature, the surge of reiatsu opening doors to a variety of possibilities as to how he could use this creature.
The mask that formed over his face resembled a demon. Two spiked horns formed atop the brow, connecting together at the center. A wide gruesome grin with an array of marble white fangs spread across the mask. But, in complete contrast to the intimidating sneer, it was very clear to whoever looked upon this creature that its eyes were filled with pure agony. Red marks ran down each cheek of the mask like tears in a human face. The creature now must have been over five meters high. Its muscular body had long powerful arms with dangerous claws. A shield-like armor covered its upper torso and shoulders. At the start of both of its side, three ribs curled around and joined at the back, and below the ribs the body became skinny until it reached its thighs were it once again became powerful limbs. A tail flicked back and forth, red marks staining the white color of the fifth limb like blood. The hollow was definitely an Adjuchas, a rare sight for a newborn, which also reflected the power of this creature.
"You poor, poor thing," Aizen's voice carried through the warehouse. He gracefully jumped from where he stood to stand at the ground floor. He looked up at the screaming Hollow and smiled once again, "You're unusually loud aren't you?" Aizen had picked up from the movements of the Hollow that he was in pain, which was strange because after their full change from sanity they would usually forget reason and feelings.
It was then that he heard the other's voice, "MAKE IT STOP!!! IT HURTS!! RYUK IT HURTS!!!" he screamed.
Ryuk? So it seemed that the Grimm Reaper had more to do with this than what he had thought. Aizen looked up at the creature and then couldn't help but wonder what sort of pain he was going through. But then it came to him, "You used a Death Note didn't you? How unfortunate, but it isn't surprising for a human, they truly do not value life and death," he said with a sigh.
The hollow kept screaming, his arms extending out as if screaming up to the heavens, "PLEASE! PLEASE!!! STOP THIS, MAKE IT STOOOOOOP!!!!"
"Not so tough now are you, Kira?" he asked laughing brightly. He looked straight into the hollow's eyes and then smiled wickedly, "But be grateful, anyone other than me would have dispose of you at this very moment, and who else is better than I who can easily take away the pain," he said with a prideful twinkle in his eyes, "All for a price…..I hope you're understanding all of this," The hollow kept screaming, holding its head in agony. Aizen sighed and then unsheathed his sword, "You'll thank me later, I'll make sure of it,"
"Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu," he whispered. As soon as he released his zanpakutou the creature's eyes settled on the blade and where instantly captivated by the hypnosis. The hollow stopped it's screaming looking at the sword with hollowed pain-stricken eyes. His body became more relaxed and his muscular arms slowly moved to hang in front of him.
Aizen noticed how night had fallen, making everything in the warehouse more ominous, older, and lifeless. He turned once more to the calmed creature, "Is that better?" he asked.
It didn't answer, instead it lowered its head quietly and stayed that way. How pathetic the creature was, once a so called "God" and now a lowly and weak demon, falling victim to its own doomed oblivion.
Aizen looked up at the moon high above the building. He tilted his head and then blinked. He smiled lightly and then chuckled, "Gin," he said, holding out the vowel of his subordinate's name in an almost playful manor, "What are you doing here?"
The fox like man appeared from above him, smiling wide at him, "I was worried" he said in a mocking tone.
Aizen arched an eyebrow and then chuckled, "So you've been here for a while huh?" he asked.
"I sure was….ya have somethin' up ya sleeve don't ya Sousuke?" he asked walking over to the other's side and also looking up at the fearsome creature before them, "What a ghastly fella,"
"He's going to be very useful for our little army?" Aizen said.
Gin looked at the other with a bright face and then wrapped his arms around him, "How sweet of ya, to consider it our army," Gin chuckled, "Let's get back ta the Soul Society and celebrate the End of the Dark Years ourselves, shall we?" he said with a coy grin.
Aizen went ahead to return the other's smile, "You've given me no reason to refuse," he looked up at the hollow, "You should head on to Hueco Mundo," he simply said.
The creature nodded, "Yes, Aizen-sama," it said in a croaky low voice.
So yeah. I hope you guys liked it. Send me some reviews as to things I could improve or words of encouragement in order for me to continue ^^ Also, just as a warning, there are so many wonderful yaoi pairings in the world of Bleach that I can't really have people stay faithful to one another. I know I know, I'm not trying to make characters whores, but there are certain characters, like Aizen, who have the power to have more than one lover. And I'm sure Gin will get jealous from time to time, which could rise some drama. Anyways, send me a review with your favorite pairings, tell me a few and maybe you'll get to see them in this fanfic ^^. I love making readers happy, that's why we do slashes in the first place right? In order to soothe fangirls' (and occasional fanboys') cravings.
Peace, holla.
