Sacrifice: the Forgotten Past
Authors Note: Hey readers, how is it going? This will be my first and hopefully not last venture into the Bleach world. I'm a rabid Bleach fan and hope to come out with some good stories. Again though if you didn't see it in the summary, despite the M rating this story will not have lemons. I have nothing against them but it's not my style of writing. I also have no clue how this story is going to turn out either, whatever happens when I write will be what happens. I also will put some thought provoking questions in here about the Bleach series itself and I hope that you enjoy my ideas and don't flame them. Finally please read and review, I take both compliments and constructive criticism so knock yourselves out. Oh yeah I do also realize my title sucks but it's the best I have right now and I'll change it if I get a better idea. Ack I've written too much for this. That being said here is the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach…if I did Harribel would be alive and Gin would have killed Aizen. I just own my O.C and that's it. Italics mean thoughts, and Bold just means emphasis on words.
Chapter 1: Hueco Mundo: The Lifeless Desert
(Approximately 10 years before the Winter War)
(3rd person POV)
Hueco Mundo; world of the Hollows. A lifeless desert, void of most life and filled with despair. Day was never the correct term; the sky was perpetually dark as the night. The only light was the moon that hung over this vast wasteland. Sand dunes among a never-ending ocean of sand as far as one could see were the only landscape. Occasional jagged rock formations or rocks shaped like dead trees dotted the landscape, other than that it was void of life. Some hollows do live in the pit of despair but they are far and few between. Most hollows live in the great Forest of Menos deep below the surface, yet from time to time some hollows make their way to the surface to live. Only the strongest and bravest make it out of the forest, and of those the life expectancy is short. Kill and eat to become stronger, that is your only option, unless you want to die. Hollows become stronger from eating their own and killing to see who is stronger. That is the way of life here; that is what defines the life inside Hueco Mundo.
The hollow ran across the desert of Hueco Mundo, hungry, searching for its next meal. It was an Adjuchas-class hollow, green skinned and roughly 15 feet tall. It had huge curved claws on its hands and feet; perfect for ripping open and extinguishing the life of any other hollow it came across. Its mask jutted out in a sideways horizontal fashion, and where eyes would be, there was just black pits. He had lived in the Forest of Menos and had been a small Gillian. However this hollow was cunning and adept at tricking other hollows into being killed by it. It had eventually evolved into a Menos Grande, then had formed its own consciousness and became an Adjuchas class hollow. From there it had left the Forest of Menos to the surface to find and eat even stronger hollows to become a Vasto Lorde. Vasto Lorde were the strongest a hollow could achieve to be, and were exceedingly rare. It was said that you could count on your hands the number of Vasto Lorde in Hueco Mundo. Yet that was every hollow's goal. To become a Vasto Lorde before being eaten by someone else, and then rule over the vast wasteland of Hueco Mundo.
Suddenly the Adjuchas paused in its running, curiously sniffing the air. The scent was unmistakable, the scent of another hollow, the scent of food. The Adjuchas raised its clawed hands and gave out a roar that rang out for miles upon miles upon Hueco Mundo's desert floor. Faster and faster it ran; it was hungry and wanted to eat. To kill this other hollow and absorb its strength and destroy its personality.
The Adjuchas ran towards where its instincts showed the prey to be. Sure enough a little ways away it could see its target. A semi-large centipede like hollow, red-skinned and swaying back and forth as it skidded across the sand. The Adjuchas was disappointed by the low amount of spiritual pressure this hollow was giving off. But food was food and to sate its hunger was the best it could do. Running now the Adjuchas ran towards the other hollow at a perpendicular angle, cutting off its chance to escape. The centipede hollow, sensed danger and looked around for its cause for alarm. Suddenly the light from the moon was blocked out and it looked up to glimpse the Adjuchas before it was slashed into pieces and killed before it could make a sound.
The Adjuchas didn't waste any time, but bit into the carcass of the other hollow and started to eat the body before it could disintegrate. Like the beast it was it savagely tore and bit pieces of the dead body. Until finally it was gone and there was no trace of a dead hollow ever being there. However the Adjuchas was still hungry, the other hollow was only an appetizer. Suddenly it sensed another source of spiritual energy. The Adjuchas noted with glee that it was much larger than the other one. Larger in fact that the Adjuchas couldn't fully sense how strong the other source was. However that was not going to stop it from killing and consuming the source of this spiritual energy and again it took off running towards the source.
At the top of a sand dune the Adjuchas stopped and looked down where its prey was. Below on the desert floor was another hollow, and the Adjuchas felt disappointed. This was a small hollow, only 5'6" at the most. However it was a curious looking hollow and this was the first the Adjuchas had seen like this. The hollow below was humanoid in appearance. Its skin was a pale white, and it had medium length blonde hair and blue eyes which the Adjuchas could see from this distance. It was clothed in what looked like bone fragments that covered almost the entire body leaving only the hands, and head visible.
(Adjuchas POV)
Tch, I came running all the way for this small fry? He won't get me any closer to becoming a Vasto Lorde. But food is food.
The other hollow hadn't seemed to notice my presence on the top of the sand dune. That would just make it an easy kill for me. I charged down the dune as fast as I could intending to make this meal quick, however I stopped in place when the other hollow started to speak to me.
"I would recommend that you reconsider your plan to eat me. That would be…unwise."
This worm is talking back to me? I'll show him true power and kill him.
"Why would that be unwise of me? You're tiny compared to me and I can eat you without a second thought."
"I ask you this, what do your instincts tell you to do?"
Idiot small fry, I'm an Adjuchas-class and larger than you. Hollows always follow their instincts.
"Mine tell me that you're food. Now die!"
I resumed running and leaped into the air raising my claws to impale this cheeky little hollow and end its life so I could continue my own evolution. The other hollow stood its ground but when I got within a few feet away it vanished.
What? How did it do that? What's going on?
Suddenly I felt a searing pain to my mid-section. I looked down to see my lower body flying away from my upper half.
"How did this happen! AHHHHHH! Curse you other hollow!"
My body started to disintegrate and I started to die, but before I did I heard my foe say one thing.
"Your instincts should have told you to run. An Adjuchas like you is no match for a Vasto Lorde."
Then the rest of my body disintegrated and I ceased to exist.
(Vasto Lorde POV)
I waited until the Adjuchas body had totally disintegrated before continuing. That Adjuchas was too weak to bother eating. If it couldn't even tell how much spiritual power I had it would have ran instead of attacking. Then again if it had run it would have told me that it was strong enough to get a full grasp of my spiritual pressure, and then I would have eaten it. I wiped the filth's blood off my sword and point it back in the sheath at my waist. To be honest I didn't know where this sword came from. I've just always had it since as far back as I can remember, though those memories are dim at best. But all my memories suggest I've had this sword even though I don't know where I got it. Of course I could have thrown it away but it was useful and made killing other hollows that much easier.
Maybe when you become a Vasto Lorde you forget all your memories as a Gillian and Adjuchas.
I let that thought play out in my head for a while. I didn't know that because I had yet to encounter another Vasto Lorde, well one that would talk to me on a regular basis. Once in awhile this pompous Vasto Lorde Barragan Luisenbarn who called himself the "King of Hueco Mundo" came and tried to threaten me into joining his army. However I have no wish to further someone else's gains other than those of my own. I spent my days wandering Hueco Mundo alone, not that I didn't want company, just that there was no one who I found to be a suitable companion. But year after year, the things I came across were the same. They either died from the sheer amount of reiatsu I emitted or they tried to turn me into their food, which ended in death for them and food for me. But until I meet someone who was worth being around, I will wander on my own, follow my instincts and become stronger. Such is the life of a Vasto Lorde in Hueco Mundo.
Authors Note: This chapter was a little shorter than I normally do, but this is a prologue of sorts so it's ok and I feel like I did a good beginning in this one. A couple notes in the story-Harribel is the only confirmed Vasto Lorde in Bleach to my knowledge but since Barragan is more powerful it can be assumed that he and Stark are also Vasto Lorde. If I could have confirmation on that it would be cool. Also if you were confused how the Vasto Lorde was dressed think like how Neliel was during the flashbacks with Nnoitra and she was dressed in white bone fragments that's what I was going for. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and remember to read and review and I'll get back to you soon.