Insane we trust.
Crazy and dead.
Tite Kubo owns bleach.
Hello everyone! I hope you all like my new crazy fic that should tide you over till I get Hollow King back on track. I have to admit, I did some drinking before writing this one.
It was a black moonless midnight. Cold as ice. Everyone was asleep except for Agari. He couldn't sleep. Never could, never would. How could he be expected to? In the darkness, he could sense the monsters growing ever closer.
He had had some restful nights when he lived on his own in America. But he couldn't hold down a job there or pay for the things he needed, like food, the rent, and his meds. So now he was back in the town where he was born and raised. Karakura town. Still, his parents couldn't deal with him. He couldn't stop talking about the things he saw, the ghosts and monsters. No one would believe him, no one ever did. In the end, he hated everyone and everything.
"It's this fucking town!" he would yell. "They live here and they won't leave me alone!"
So now, two years later, he found himself in the Ishida Hospital psychiatric ward, slamming his frail body against the padded walls and trying his hardest to free himself from a straight jacket. He knew that he had lost his mind long ago, never to get it back. It had slipped into oblivion, along with all his friends and family. No one had come to visit him for at least a year, but he didn't care anymore. He liked the solitude.
Agari stopped his tantrum and looked up in disgust as he heard someone approaching the door. The doctor slid open the small observation window and looked through.
"Mr Nikusa, if you don't settle down and get some sleep, I'll have one of the orderlies give you another sedative." the doctor stated in his ever so condescending tone.
"I can't take it anymore! They're almost here! I can feel them! We're all gonna die and it'll be great!" Agarai screamed, the genuine look of a madman in his sea blue eyes.
"Now, Mr Nikusa, you all know very well that there is nothing out there to ge-" but the doctor was cut off by a series of giant red beams of energy that suddenly blasted the building, reducing half the psych ward to smoldering rubble. The heavy metal door the doctor was standing behind rocked then fell off the hinges, crashing down on him.
Agari walked over to the open entrance of the room with a look of sheer excitement on his face. Any normal person would have been shocked beyond all reasoning at this event, but not Agari. He looked down at the doctor through the small rectangular slot. The man was alive but just by a thread. Agari cackled and stepped on the door, causing the doctor to groan out in pain.
"I fucking told you! You stupid fucktard!" Agarai roared as he jumped up and down on the door, stomping his bare feet and crushing old doctor such and so. "This was bound to happen!"
Agari watched as the man's blood seeped out from under the door. He smiled his sick smile and turned to his right, pressing his back against the jagged, broken metal hinges. With some friction and force, he was able to tear through most of the straps of the straight jacket and free his arms. Agarai then used his teeth to rip off the parts of the jacket that were covering his hands. With a laugh, he proceeded to walk down the scorched hall. He took the first left, arriving at a room full of storage lockers. Quickly, he found the one with his cell number written on it.
"Here it is...number eighty seven. Have to have something on my feet after all." he chimed as he opened the locker and retrieved his black Vans sneakers. Agari hated walking around barefoot.
He sang the song, Can't Be Fixed by Spineshank, as he laced his shoes up. Then stopped singing abruptly when he heard a familiar sound coming from the day room. He looked over his shoulder. It was the sound of howling he had always heard as a child and a teen.
He felt drawn to the sound as he walked down the halls, stepping over the half vaporized body of one of the orderlies. The sound wasn't scary any more, it was almost inviting. As he drew closer to the Day Room he could hear the sound of metal clashing against teeth.
"Someone's fighting the monster." he thought out loud.
Agari pushed open the half destroyed door to find a huge Leviathan like creature with some kind of bone fragments on it's shoulders and back., clutching a man dressed completely in white. Not an orderly, Agari thought. They didn't wear hakamas and carry swords.
With all the effort he could muster, the man stabbed the monster in the wrist with the katana he was holding. The monster howled out in pain and threw the man like a rag doll. The figure in white crashed against a wall next to Agarai and coughed up dark crimson blood. Before Agarai could say a word, he felt a strange feeling of cold rush over him as he blacked out.
When he awoke, a few seconds later, he found himself staring down at a pile of ashes. Strangely familiar ashes. He then noticed a chain attached to his chest leading down to the remains. The same kind of chain that he had seen on countless ghosts over the years. Immediately, Agarai put two and two together and realized he was dead. He had been vaporized by one of those red beams of energy fired by the monster. Agarai clenched his fists and grit his teeth in rage as he ran over to where the man in white lay. He wanted answers. Agarai lifted the man up by his white jacket and looked him in the eyes.
"What the fuck is going on?" he screamed. "What the fuck are you and why the fuck did you come here to fight that thing?" Agarai continued to scream as he shook the man with all his might. The man gave Agarai a bloody smile and spoke,
"Aizen-sama sent me to deal with the potential threat of the natural arrancar. I just happened to follow the leader of them here. Wrong place, wrong time. Bad luck for you." the man groaned out in pain.
"Who the fuck is Aizen and what the fuck is an arrancar?" Agarai questioned angrily.
"Me and that thing over there." he answered as he pointed first to himself and then to the monster that was searching for something else to kill. "But I have a deal for you, kid."
Agarai blinked and narrowed his eyes as he said,
"I'm listening. Mr. Arrancar."
"I'll give you the power to do what ever you want as long as you first use it to kill that thing." the arrancar stated with a gleam in his eyes.
Agarai then noticed the bone like fragments on ether side of his head that jetted out like spikes. After a little thought, Agari answered, his face splitting into a psycho grin.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Brace yourself, kid." the arrancar stated right before thrusting his sword at the metal plug at the chest end of Agari's chain.
With a flash of energy, the chain dissolved. It left a large hole straight through Agari's chest. He reared his head back and screamed out as he began to transform. His skin became a pale ash gray. His messy brown hair jetted back in spike like clumps, turning a blood red color. His eyes turned from blue to gray and became slitted. Strange red markings appeared on his cheeks from his eyes down to his jaw line, resembling barbed wire. A pair of bone goggles with red lenses formed on his forehead. As he screamed, his teeth mutated to resemble vampire fangs. When he looked at his right hand, a large jet black scythe with red runes engraved on it materialized. It pulsed with insane power. Agarai looked down to see the arrancar start to dissolve in a black dust. Before he fully vanished, the man grinned up at Agari with some parting words,
"Use the power as you like, kid. You'll make one hell of an arrancar."
With the power came a vast knowledge. Knowledge of the arrancar and some sort of good guys called shinigami. Most of it was arrancar common knowledge, with bits about this Aizen character. Everything just seemed to click into place. All his questions from the years of torment, seemed to be answered. But not much of it mattered to Agari now, he just wanted to kill something.
With a sonido, Agari appeared behind the natural arrancar. Then with a cackle, he swung the scythe down, tearing into the thing's lower back and cutting through it's spine. The creature shrieked out in pain and attempted to turn to face it's attacker. Before the serpent could make eye contact with it's new opponent, it's head was vaporized with a cero from Agari's outstretched hand with fingers curled into a claw. As the natural arrancar dissolved, the new found arrancar looked at his new hand and grinned.
"This is more like it." he chimed, malevolence dripping from his words.
Agarai turned around to find the souls of the patients, doctors and orderlies all looking at him with fear and confusion in their eyes,
"What the hell is going on, Nikusa?" one of the orderlies questioned. Agari cocked his head to one side and grinned.
"What's going on is that I was right all along and you're all dead." Agarai stated with his insane grin.
Then he opened his mouth and breathed in deeply, creating a vacuum of spiritual pressure that turned all the souls into blue energy as they were sucked into Agari's fanged mouth. He then swallowed and cackled again.
"And now you're all food." he chimed. "Better than the shit that they served at this place."
Agari then folded the blade of the scythe down and looped it through the straps of the straight jacket, securing it in place.
"Apparently, you're supposed to have a name, a Spanish one. But you don't so I'll give you one. How about Machina?" Agari asked. The scythe seemed to pulse in approval on his back.
With another insane grin, Agari jumped through a large hole in the psych ward window and out into the air. He hovered there for a few seconds before flying down the street. He wasn't sure where he was going, he just knew that he had to be somewhere.
Hey guys hope you like me new fic.
This one will be slow on the updates cus I'm still working on what's going to happen.
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Sandragon out.