Have you watched Zero no Tsukaime yet?
You better have...
Maddened cries of pain fill the dark void. No matter how much he screamed, the pain wouldn't leave him. He felt as though his soul itself was being torn apart, and his body would collapse under the chaotic stress afterwards.
As quickly as it came, the jabbing to his heart and innards disappeared—he had a few moments to move again. Groaning as he stood up, the desert sand clung to his clothes, that which were sopped with saliva from his writhing just moments prior. The young man clutched at his chest; the chain of fate would be gone after the next encroachment. And the pain would be too unbearable to move at all.
He had been lucky so far. No soul had ever survived being in Hueco Mundo for so long, without being devoured by a Hollow before. Of course, it was a Hollow that was responsible for bringing him to this forsaken plane in the first place.
It seemed that he had been wandering for days…even a month…the encroachments had totally thrown him for a loop with his sense of time. His eyes darted around as he staggered about, looking for an exit. He remembered a small voice in the back of his head, calling to him during his time of pain. He wanted so desperately to ignore it, but at the same time, hoped that the voice had some idea or solution to his current problem.
He had to escape with his life.
"Agh…" He suddenly fell to the ground. "No…"
Oh, ni-san… a voice echoed in his mind. It's been so long since we've last spoken…you look so tired…Here, let me walk around for a while…
Groaning in pain, the man clutched at his face. White began to form all around it, slowly covering up the left portion of it.
"No!!" He groaned in pain. He opened his mouth again, only to wail in an inhuman fashion.
Hai, hai… the voice perked up. Taking a rest is always hard isn't it? Don't worry…I'll take good care of your body…
"N-no!" He struggled as much as he could, but the mask would soon completely cover his face. Clawing the air in desperation, a small tear was formed, and light peered into his eyes. In his last haggard breaths, the man continued to claw at the rip again and again, just as the mask moved up the right portion. He pulled himself towards the large enough tear, and fell a staggering height when he finally managed to fit through.
As the white mask completely took hold, his hands blindly scanned around, and found a metal pipe. Quickly smashing it into the mask, it partially crumbled, and the pain finally began to disappear. For a moment, he was at peace, and the warm light of the sun bathed him with a nurturing love that he had not felt in an eternity.
Throwing the white piece of ceramic-like material, he smiled at the sound of it breaking into a thousand pieces, meters below. A brisk wind blew over him. It was chilly, and a misty feeling came over him.
Snow…
His eyes shot open upon a second feeling. Sitting up, the young man found himself atop a building rooftop, obscuring any sight from him without standing up. He didn't need to see to believe his instinct though. He knew from this reiatsu, exactly who he sensed.
"Shan…chan…"
Some words from the Typewriter
Hey hey! Long time no read, huh? I guess I should tell you...this whole story? Just a little sidequest. Well, technically, this first chapter is more of just a prologue. It doesn't really reflect the awesomeness of what I have planned, just to add drama to later chapters...
...and, it gives me something to do till RadiantBeam's "Over and Over again" concludes its own awesomness.
Of course, there are always other options...GET A JOB!!
Fun Facts:
-The loneliest number isn't 1...
...it's being number 3 while the other two are all lovey-dovey with each other...