Hello. I haven't uploaded a story in some time and to those who read my stories I'm sorry. I got side tracked with college coming up. And when I actully wanted to finish up my other Bleach story, The Lost, I learn that I left my notes for that story at my home when i moved to my college dorms. So until i go home and get my notes i will be making up a completely new story that i have been wanting to write for some time. I hope you all enjoy it and please review.
Ankh had lived for many eons, he had been living for so long that his skin had fallen off and decayed and his insides had fallen through his body. He was only sun-bleached skeleton that could think and move. His eye-sockets glowed with a blue mystical flame and his long, bonny fingers were sharp at the points. His once glorious black feathered wings, had turned to bones with a black membrane covering the space in-between each bone. He wore over his old bones a golden cloak, to cover his body to keep the challengers from being frightened before the fight.
Ankh sat upon his throne looking at the wasteland that he governed. Weapons large and small, rectangular and square, any kind of weapon one could think of littered the wasteland sticking out of the ground waiting to for use, it would make any weapon collector fall dead from the excitement. The many metals gleamed in the sunlight creating a rainbow of colors. He loved the sight so much, it was one of the few things to look at to pass the time between challengers.
Challengers, that had entered into his domain at least one a day, were scarce beyond his imagination. It had been nearly a month since the last challenger had come and that was a bore of a fight. Ankh needed something interesting to do if no challengers were coming to fend of his boredom.
"Speak of the devil." A challenger appeared on the horizon of his domain. It was a strange challenger compared to his normal challengers. The normal white mask was non-existent, a katana was swung around his waist, and an unusual air was around him. A stern confidence in his steps and everything he did. Ankh's memory could recall the last challenger that was anything like this man. The silver hair disturbed Ankh just a little, along with the pure white uniform. It was strange for a Shinigami to visit him.
"Hello there." The man was faster than Ankh had expected, this man was truly interesting. "Your name is Ankh correct?" A grin was plastered upon his face and his eyes were closed, it was a surprise that he was able to walk all the way here without faltering on step.
"Correct." Ankh was very interested in this Shinigami, a small hope to get rid of his boredom lit with the Shinigami's appearance. "And who are you?"
"My name is unimportant." The Shinigami stated. "I have only come here on Lord Aizen's orders."
"Who is this Lord Aizen?" Ankh knew that something had been stirring in his brother's domain and a Lord Aizen had taken over. That was only the little information that he had gathered from his dwindling challengers from the past year. It was interesting that someone new had taken over one of the seven domains of Hueco Mundo.
"I am here simply to convey a message from Lord Aizen." This man had a silver tongue for sure, his interest kept rising. "Lord Aizen says. 'Please join my army. You will have any spot you desire. All you have to do is be loyal to me.'"
"Sounds interesting." Ankh didn't even have to think. This would be much more interesting than remaining in his domain waiting for another challenger to appear. "Let me just get ready." Ankh stated looking at his deformed form from the eons of ignoring his figure. A skeleton look would never do for such an interesting occasion.
With a snap of his aged bones his body started to reform. The tissue, muscle, and skin that had once clung to his bones formed layer by layer on his body. The organs that had rotted through his inside grew back in place, the feeling of blood running through him was nerve racking to say the least. His wings regained their molted black wings before going inside his body, hidden from any unwanted eyes. Pure white hair grew from his scalp, bangs hung over his forming crimson eyes. There was no mask upon his perfect face or even a remnant; he had surpassed the hold of the Hollow's mask a long time ago. Not even his brother would recognize him.
The Shinigami did not turn away from the gruesome sight of his reform. He didn't even show sign of noticing the horrid transformation, just standing there waiting patiently. Something going on in his head that Ankh could never hope to read or even hope to understand. "Are you ready?"
Ankh jumped from his throne without a word towards the Shinigami. His newly formed muscles ached from the exercise, but he just ignored the useless pain. With a snap of his fingers Ankh sent a wave of his reiastu through his domain. The invisible wave sent every weapon buried in the ground into a burst of unholy black flames along with his throne. It only took a matter of moments before they were dust in the wind.
"Lead the way." Ankh waved a hand towards the direction the Shinigami had entered his domain. It was obvious that they would be going to Las Noches, but it would be more interesting to follow the Shinigami then lead to his brother's home. "I would also like to keep this a secret from my little brother." His fun would instantly be ruined when his little brother got wind that Ankh had left his domain and entered this Aizen person's army.
Las Noches was as over extravagant as Ankh remembered. The size was just too ridiculous for a home of any kind, even for an entire army. The Shinigami, Gin, had explained many things on the long, uninteresting journey towards his brother's old domain. All of the explanation seemed rather boring, except for the Arrancar; they actually were somewhat interesting.
Gin had been leading Ankh down a never ending hallway for some time. It was lit by torches hanging on the walls that didn't change one bit in detail no matter how far they walk. It was getting to boring for Ankh, with a single finger pointed towards the wall he unleashed a Cero, destroying the wall and letting a strange light hit him
Interesting. Truly Interesting. He thought. This side of Hueco Mundo should only contain a moon, yet there is sunlight. There were even clouds and a blue sky so much like the Human world it was scary. Only the sand scattered about shook him out of the thought it was the Human World.
Gin didn't say a word, just waited patiently for Ankh to follow him once again. There was no word spoken either when a sword was pushed towards Ankh through by a female Arrancar. The female Arrancar had dark skin, forest green eyes, and braided blonde hair. Her mouth, along with her broken Hollow mask, was covered by the upper part of her clothing and her Hollow hole was covered by the lower part of her clothing, leaving her midsection unclothed. The sword she to his neck was hollow on the inside, but just as sharp as any normal sword.
"Interesting." Ankh raised one hand up to the Arrancar's face, she stepped back afraid to be touched. "Don't be like that." Moving with speed beyond his form, he caught her on the hips from behind as she tried moving backwards. Her skin was so smooth and warm, he had completely forgotten what the feel of women was like and how great it was to touch another. The women looked back at him with shook towards the ungodly speed he contained.
"Now. Now." Gin interrupted from the spot he was at. "Tier is that any way to treat our new recruit and Ankh that isn't how you should treat an Espada." An interesting plan formed in his mind when he learned that this woman Arrancar, Tier as Gin called her, was an Espada.
"Tier why did you attack me?" Ankh let go of her, the fun of the moment was gone with Gin interrupting.
"You blasted a Cero at me." Her voice was calm.
"Why didn't you just kill me in one swing?" This one was just as interesting as Gin, maybe even more.
"I don't like killing." Ankh couldn't help but laugh at this. A Hollow that didn't like killing, never in all of his life had he seen such a thing.
"I want to be in her Fracción." He spoke between laughs. This would work out perfectly for Ankh, a job that wasn't too flashy to draw eyes towards him and in a place to be very interesting for him. So much fun is certain to fall with this Arrancar, he could just feel it. "Please tell Aizen."
"Of course." Gin just bowed and left, not caring what would happen next. Leaving Tier confused as to what happened and Ankh in a laughing fit over a Hollow not wanting to kill. It was just to interesting to ever pass up.
