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This is an OCxOgichi story.

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After the separation from Ichigo by the help of Kisuke Urahara. He was finaly free. Free to kill, slaughter, and do everything he couldn't stuck inside his 'should be meister'. But after a long talk, and even longer imprisonment by a shape shifting cat women, he decided to kill other things then humans and there "friiieennnddsss"

Now working with the same man who free'd him, the nicknamed "white" & " Hichigo" took the name 'Ogichi Ikasoruk Shirosaki'. "Its just better then Snowball and Casper" Was his reason. His exscuse was, " Unless you want me to stab your friend Ishida again, i'd suggest you all get used to it." After that statement no one questioned him about it any longer.

Sure Grimmjow would make snarky comments which would lead to the both of them duke-ing it out in the basement under the candy shop. Ichigo as well made a few complaints for it being his own name backwards and the last part being to similar to the 'supposed middle name' , but after there own spar, and the knollege that his former inner hollow actually held back most of his strength back when he was in ichigo's soul, he to accepted the new name. A few years later and the world finaly calming down. Ogichi was now 18.

His Gigai for when he worked at the shop was of a tall ,white haired, hazel eyed male. Nearly identical to Ichigo except for those minor yet major differences. Still unable to tan, he is still light skinned in his gigai. Although no where in comparison to how white he realy is out of his false human body. He was still whiter then the average man. Hardly in the gigai though. Most customers being able to see spirits, them being mostly from the soul society, and not liking the feel of being so pitifully weak, it usually remained out of site. "Out of sight, out of mind as most put it"

— One day Ogichi was out and about karakura town. Not in his gigai but as him self. Yoruichi's was throwing some sort of fit about theese new things on the radar. The spiritual reishi (i cnt remember how to spell it, pronounced ray-she ) resembling his own yet totally different and giving similarities to her own in some way and some other boring sciency shit indicating a possible arrival of something. What ever it was made her happier then the day her and grimmjow found a box of yarn that fell from the closet, some even rolling all over the place since the box overflowed from the impact. Grimmjow even left on his own for the same reason. And that guy usually stays indoors when the towns weather is shown to have overcast with a heavy chance for rain. Looking up he noticed it started to do just that. But something else caught his eye. The constant fluctuation of this new spiritual pressure. It would rise incredibly high. Nearing his own strength but then plummet nearing lower then a humans in this town. What was even more strange were the small hollows, ones usually used for pets like Tiney bird hollows and hollow dogs, were actually out here rather then hidden in hueco mundo.

They almost never came out from there due to being easy prey. Something was up, but deciding to just shrug it off he walked on. Heading to the man made river in the town. Liking how quiet it was there it came to be his usual hang out spot. Nearing it how ever he see's the growing number of the hollowpets. 'Today is just getting weirder and weirder' he though. 'Must be some battle, wonder if I should peak in' But before he could conclude an answer the 2 different spiritual pressures just vanished. 'No… one is still there. ' A sudden low crack of thunder was heard and the rain strengthened in pouring down. Once the 2 spiritual pressures vanished so to did the hollow pets. The looks in there eyes and there body language showed a mixture of fear and anxiety. Finaly at the bridge he stood with those small questions keeping him company. The curiosity slowly growing for what just happend. Who was fighting. WHAT was fighting. The storm now growing in both volume and strength he decided its time to head back. If his soaked cloths weren't enough to persuade him the rising river did. 'Good thing for a black shihaksho under! White is NOT good to get wet in!' Chuckling to him self he started his walk. The roaring wind being drowned out by the crashing waves coming from the river. Listening to the chaos he was reminded of Ichigo's inner world. The day of the flood as Tensa put it. Remembering the small funny things such as his own inability to swim and tensa's first failed attempts to learn how. The later attempts to teach HIM how, he was snapped out his thoughts when a large ripping, swirling , tearing sound erupted above him. Grinning at the sound it resembling a garganta he readied for a fight. Looking up he saw the tear in the sky. But what disappointed him was how it looked so pitifully small.

"Tsk, another hollow dog…"

But before he looked away. Something again caught his eye. A hand. White claws, or what looked to be white in blood. Blood, and some black liquid.. It slowly chipped away and tried to smash open the sky. Trying to widened the crack. Being drawn as for why he can't sence anything coming from it he stood and watched. The hand would go limp but then twitch and try again. Slowly it grew large enough for what looked like blood soaked hair to slip out. Still not senseing any spiritual pressure he just watched the show. He knows if it fell he'd fight it but bring it alive. Yoruichi was freaking out about it after all. If he killed what ever that was he'd have to deal with imprisonment again. Or worse, an epidemic being nude Yoruichi popping up every chance she had. But that wasn't the only thing keeping him from just yanking what ever that was out and fight it. Something pulled him to stay and watch. Something he would place as curiosity and the feel you get when your waiting for someone just you don't know who. The claws it self were small, smaller then most hollows. Almost like yoruichi's hand. Just as feminine. Looking around he saw that a few hollow dogs did in fact appear again. Just not out the same opening as the thing above him.

Watching as they paced around and how they them selves watched the crack widen he just shook his head and remaind patient. A loud crack sounded off , whipping his head back up he saw blackness falling. The form seeming to resemble something similar to old man zangetsu's cloak. The tear in the sky burned away at its exit. Watching the thing fall he waited to just catch it. Seeing as how the hollow dogs posed no threat and the thing being to weak to one a proper exit from hueco mundo. Numbers aside the hollow dogs probly posed more of a threat then the thing. They to were weak and to paranoid to be considered such. With a loud splatt, it was in his arms. Only the smell of copper hit him. But something else hit him. Something physical. It was dry for the most part but it was also soft. REALY soft. Shaking it off his face he saw it was a bloody wing. Feathers were missing from it. Watching as it folded shakily against the form in the black cloak his eye was caught by something moving in it. Suddenly a small black cat head popped out from under the cloak. It hissed at the water ,then at him.

"Cat, your lucky I'm even warning you. But if u scratch me ill bite your paw off!" The cat just puffed up and as much as it could in the rain it started to glare.

"Listen hollow! We need to go to Urihara's." Raising an eye brow he started smirking and watched the turtle shell calico continue.

"Now either help or ill end you!" Laughing at the cat seemed to make it puff more.

"Why must you act so calm?! Im a talking cat! Fear me!" Walking to the shop he watched the cat continue its protest in how it should be feard.

"Cat, your very amusing you know?"

"What?" It growled back. "How?! FEAR ME AND OBEY!"

" Your lucky im heading to the if you try and order me again ill throw you in the river. You being like yoruichi should know how to transform and swim. Now what'l it be? Wana be a good kitty and shut it, or keep protesting and swim?" With that it shrank back under the cloak and continued to glare silently. What ever was in his hands he knew didnt have the strength to walk it self, and any minute longer they stood in this storm was a minute closer for the thing to die.