Ichigo lost his powers. That final battle with Aizen devastated them. Ichigo couldn't even see a simple plus now. But he has lived without seeing them for almost 3 years. He still had his human friends and some Shinigami friends. But he missed his Hollow. He missed Tensa and Old man Zangetsu. He missed fighting and hunting Hollows. He missed going to the Soul Society and visiting everyone. He missed fighting with Ishida over who was better. He even missed the war, all the friends he made, all the enemies he fought, the places he saw, the battles he won and lost. Ichigo sighed, getting up. Today was his 18th birthday. Rukia was throwing him a party and refused to take no for an answer. Ichigo got dressed in a plain white dress shirt and black slacks. He never thought he wasn't going to make it to the party he didn't want to go to.
Ichigo was walking down the streets of the town he knew so well. Rocking out to the music on his ipod, he didn't notice the Garganta opening behind him. He didn't notice the Hollow creeping after him. He didn't seem to know he was in danger till the spilt second before he was grabbed and thrown against a wall. His vision blurred, ipod smashing at the impact. Ichigo tried to lift his head to see his attacker but nothing. Only blackness followed.
"I can't believe this…Rukia throws him a party and he doesn't even show up" Renji hissed.
"I am going to kill him…he promised he would come" Rukia pouted.
"Calm down…maybe Kurosaki-kun is running late" Orihime suggested.
"Over an hour late?" Ishida rolled his eyes.
"I am going to get him, drag his idiotic ass here" Renji sighed.
Ichigo's eyes flew open. He looked around the desert like place. Wait. NO. Ichigo felt sick. He was in Hueco Mundo. He didn't see anything. But that was more of a bad thing. He couldn't know if anything was following him. He groaned. He was defenseless. And couldn't see or hear a thing of these beasts. Suddenly he was shoved to the ground, he squeaked. His head was pressed to the dusty sand. Well now he REALLY couldn't see. Ichigo turned his head just enough to breathe. He heard the sound of clothes ripping and he squeaked, trying to kick or scream. A clawed hand scratched near Ichigo's mouth before effectively stopping his scream. Another clawed hand grabbed his wrists, cutting them in the process while a heavy lower half crushed Ichigo's legs, numbing them to unmoveable. Ichigo was terrified. Salty tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. A low, frightened whimper came from under the 'hand' that covered his bleeding mouth. Ichigo felt sharp teeth biting at his neck and a slimy tongue over his face. Ichigo was breathing heavily, his vision blurring even more from the sand and tears. Ichigo closed his eyes, ignoring the pain. Suddenly the weight, the holdings were gone. Ichigo couldn't free them. He looked up, blinking to clear his vision. He saw two blurry outlines fighting. Were those Hollows? Ichigo had a sudden headache. He knew he couldn't just lay here and wait for them to finish. The orangette got up on shaky feet. He raced away as fast as he could, which was more like a limp than anything. Thankfully the Hollows were too busy trying to kill each other, they didn't notice their prey escaping.
Ichigo had been running for a while. He didn't know how long. He wanted stop but he didn't trust the place around him. He saw no more blurry outlines. He is sure that means no more Hollows. For now at least. The orangette was still tense though. He was weak and defenseless at the moment. He wouldn't get so lucky next time. A flash at his side along with a mild pain. Ichigo was now alert, straining his eyes to find his attacker. A frontal attack had Ichigo on his back, groaning slightly. Whatever was attacking was playing with him. Ichigo struggled back to his feet. A jaw grabbed Ichigo by his shirt, throwing him. Ichigo's vision flickered black as he slammed into a…something hard. Ichigo tilted his head. His eyes widen at the rock structure. A cave. A blurry outline walked towards him. Ichigo could make out a powerful jaw with razor sharp teeth, and beady, devious, soulless eyes. Ichigo shivered, trying to back up. His heart was racing. He didn't want to die. Scratch that. He didn't want to be eaten. In ANY sense. The blurry outline grew closer. Ichigo suddenly fell back. He found the entrance. And ended up smacking his head on the hard floor. With Ichigo seeing stars, he didn't see the Hollow pounce at him. The Hollow held him down, a claw on the orangette's neck. Ichigo's eyes fluttered closed. He was losing air quickly. And Living didn't seems so important anymore. Nothing seemed important anymore. And with that Ichigo slipped in the darkness once more.