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Blood

Chapter One

A figure sat in front of a small device, speaking to it in a rather dulled and rather ashamed tone of voice; one that sounded like an aging male in the midst of maturity. "Nakamaru Hisoka...genius, bitch and devil all wrapped into one; and yet it's my father's kind that is supposed to be evil?" He let out a quick snicker before lowering his hood; black hair outlining pale skin. "If you're watching this, then I've grown to trust you; trust you well-enough to know of the plague that is the entirety of my existence. It starts as the one thing I hate more than any: an experiment. And this one has taken the tole on the lives of both Shinigami and Hollow alike; including yourselves..."

It was a bleak day in Las Noches. Nothing unusual for the Sexta and Quinto Espada. The pair didn't like each other much but during and after fights, neither minded the latter's presence. This was also because normally, they were fighting each other and got their adrenaline out in a matter of hours. Either the Quinto would barely win or it'd end in a draw; at least, that's what it's been like for the past week. Grimmjow was getting stronger, that much was becoming obvious; all that meant was that Nnoitra had to push himself harder, and in turn, he'd get stronger as well.

The only difference between their regular spars and today was that there were números around them; cheering the fight on and making bets on who would win. The crowd included their fracción, who were interested to see if there were any changes in the two since they had begun sparring with each other. This only made the two fight harder alongside their pumping testosterone.

The fight had lasted for two hours uninterrupted; no clear sign of a winner showing just yet. The crowd watched with excitement as the two continued to exchange; swords clashing and eyes daring the other to use the resurrección. Unbeknownst to anyone their, the fight was not going to end in the way either side had expected...

And whose ending would be the beginning of a whole new game.

A crash was heard at the side of the dome; the alarm blaring as heads turned towards the source of the crash. A figure walked in; his body draped in a dirty, gray cloak that was obviously too big on him. The cloth draping his body had a hood shadowing the entirety of his face, and was covering something the boy had strapped to his shoulder; probably a bag of some kind, and they could see the sword poking at the garment. The best they could make of the male otherwise was he was wearing black boots and that he was no taller than four-and-a-half feet, and was probably a bit shorter.

Nnoitra smirked, excitement blazing through his grey orb. "Didn't you hear, kid? Adults only." He stated almost strictly; interested in how the other would respond.

The head of the figure lifted slightly. "And I take it you're the exception?" He stated more than asked in a dull manner. The crowd chuckled; it looked like they had a new smart ass in the mix.

The Quinto smirked. "Funny. But seriously, kid-get lost! We aren't babysitters, here." And a round snickers came through.

The boy didn't falter nor hesitate, however. "Even if you were, you would fail as miserably; just as you would in combat." Any and all who heard let out a long round of oh's, and Nnoitra's face was more than enough to spell how pissed off he was. "But if you're so sure I need babysitting, why not prove me as the weakling first?" The boy pondered.

Eyes widened at the sight of a challenge. Nnoitra, however, turned his head. "Let's see if you're even worth fighting!" He stated with a stern look on his face, sending in the números on their way in what would appear to be an easy win; their fracción not too far behind.

Noticing his smirking superior, Grimmjow asked: "You didn't just send them after him to see how he fought, did you?" in a suspicious manner. It didn't take much to see Nnoitra's ulterior motives, that is if you were smart enough to look.

"Nope!" The Quinto answered with a smirk; placing a finger on the ground to analyze the boy's reiatsu.

As the arrancar came towards him, the boy threw his bag to the side before ridding the cloak from his body. A swivel of black, white, red and green came about; the boy sonido-ing so quickly, they could barely see him as he reappeared. Each time he would though, another one of his opponents was sent flying back into the walls of the castle, which was a good distance from where the fight had been taking place.

The fracción skidded to a stop; blood pouring out from their stomachs from how hard the boy had hit them. Said boy was now standing next to his bag; his back to them as he picked it up. His appearance was easier to make out; he was a rather skinny young man, but he was also rather muscular. He wore black, tight pants and a tight green shirt with no sleeves, and they outlined his physique rather nicely. His sword was strapped to his waist; held in a black sheath,and its handle was wrapped dark green cloth. His ends of his ebony hair dangled on his shoulder blades, and his mask fragments consisted of a set of short horns that were pointed towards his back and whose angle of elevation was enough to add a quarter of an inch to his height. On a final note, the boy's skin was so pale, it was almost white.

"Not bad, kid," Nnoitra commented with a wry smirk on his face. "Just," The Quinto sonido-ed next to the child, "not good enough!" He stated, thrusting Santa Teresa at the boy. However...in vain.

A pale hand caught the blade, stopping the attack with ease. An emerald orb met his grey one and before anyone knew it, the child tossed Nnoitra aside as if he were yesterday's trash. The superior Espada caught himself, but was a bit surprised; you had to be strong in order to stop his attack, especially with one hand.

"Is this enough, or must you keep this charade up longer?" The boy asked, turning his body to face them. No one had realized it before, but now that they were getting a better look at him, it didn't take much to see the child's injuries once they noticed how stained clothes were in blood. But that's not what surprised everyone left standing. Messy black hair blew through the wind as a pair of large emerald eyes came into view with green tear lines trailing down his cheeks, black lips lightly touching each other as the boy gave them an emotionless gaze.

Nnoitra and Grimmjow turned their heads to each other; wondering what the hell they were going to do next...

All right! Chapter one is in! I do hope you guys stick around, and I'll try to update again before the end of March. Hope you've enjoyed!

~ K. Fang-sama