A/N: I am not abandoning the other stories I write. But to clear up some confusion the reason I got rid of the other stories is I had no inspiration for them. For this one, I have had some inspiration for it for a while. And I do hope I do a good enough job on it. And that you enjoy it. But always review please, so I can improve the story, and add in some fun stuff I never thought of.

"Do you ever wonder who you were before?"

It was a strange sensation. He couldn't move, his senses were dulled, to the point of utter numbness. He couldn't even see his body, nor could he figure out if his eyes were opening or closing. With nothing to do his mind began to wander off to another place in time.

He was just a small child in a rundown rural area. His skin was tanned, and his clothes were dirty. He also was rubbing his eyes, drying out the tears in them. A taller looking boy walked up behind him, ruffling his black hair. The tall boy had black hair much like him and had kind but tired blue eyes. His skin was much paler compared to the boys however, and he seemed to be unhealthily skinny. His clothes which were Japanese peasantry in nature with a short raggedy brown sleeveless kimono and a brown hakama with a hole above the left knee indicated that he had worked a long day.

The little boy also wore the same kind of clothes, though they were in less rough condition. The little boy opened up his eyes, that were the same color as the taller bro. "Brother.." The boy sniffled out as he finished rubbing his tears away, and swatted away his big bro's hand. And tried to undo the mess to his short hair.

"Hey, Hanataro." His brother said with an amused smile, and then he sat down next to Hanataro. "So what happened today?" He asked while looking at the setting sun.

"It was nothing Seinosuke." Hanataro looked to the side avoiding looking at his brother's face. Seinosuke closed his eyes with a sigh, but he continued to smile. Despite how tired he looked like he always looked lately. There had been a time when Seinosuke didn't have such heavy bags under his eyes. Hanataro missed those days when they could play all day without worry.

"Hanataro." Seinosuke said in a gentle voice. But the gentle voice might as well be a knife carving itself into Hanataro's heart.

"Its…" Hanataro paused. Tears began to well up again in his eyes, he even began to bite his bottom lip. He didn't want his brother to worry about him. He already does so much, how can I bother him with my own troubles? Hanataro thought with shame in his mind. I won't let Seinosuke down, I will be strong just like him. Hanataro thought with resolve, clenching the ground beneath his small hands.

His brother put a hand on his left shoulder. "Hanataro, if something is hurting you. I want to know about it. We are brothers, that means we should be there for each other." He reminded Hanataro gently with a light squeeze to his shoulder. Hanataro wiped his tears with his right arm, before slowly bringing himself to look his brother in the eyes.

Then there was a sudden feeling that sent shivers down his spine. He heard soft footsteps behind him and a low growl. Hanataro turned his head around slowly seeing a monster. The monster was bigger than grown men. It was at least twelve feet tall, with broad shoulders that were the size of boulders, and the arms seemed to be long like a mantis'. The deadly arm blades gleaming in the blood-red sunset, giving it a red glow. The monster was pale with no other color on it save white. The legs were like that of a kangaroo, bent in what seemed to be unnatural manner for a human, and worst of all was what passed for its face.

What could only be described as a mask covered its whole head? The back of the skull elongated into two different diagonal directions seeming like triangular spikes. The center of its macabre head was nothing but an empty hole, that showed the back of its surroundings. The monster's mask didn't seem to possess any nose, or mouth of any kind. Then it's face shifted around as lines appeared below the circular hole. And then it's face had a wide-open maw like a snake filled with rows upon rows of sharp shark-like teeth. Hanataro might have thought it was some kind of animal, but it had no fur.

"Hanataro." His brother whispered, slowly getting up. Seinosuke had a hand over Hanataro's mouth to keep him from screaming. "Listen to me," Seinosuke said in a serious voice. Hanataro couldn't do anything but nod, so filled with terror he was.

"I am going to toss you aside, and then you run for it. And don't look back." Seinosuke told his younger brother. Who couldn't even believe what he was hearing. He wanted to shout, or do anything but he was held firmly in place by both fear and his brother's strong grip. "GO! NOW!" Seinosuke shoved Hanataro to the side, before charging the monster.

Hanataro got up to his feet and looked on with shock as the monster leaped out of his brother's way. Dodging his brother's frantic attempts to attack it. Only to grin ever so slightly as it headbutted Seinosuke lightly. At least it seemed to be light to Hanataro, as it barely moved its head. But the cry of his brother, with the sickening crunch sound, told Hanataro it was more than a light hit. Seinosuke was then pinned beneath one of its long feet.

"HANATARO GET OUT OF HERE!" Seinosuke screamed despite the blood coming out of his forehead. Hanataro was paralyzed with fear, but then he remembered what Seinosuke had told him.

"W-w-we a-are brothers," Hanataro stated shakily as he grabbed a rock. "We should be there for each other." Hanataro only knew at that moment he couldn't just run away and let his brother die. He was scared to the point of his pants smelling like urine. Hanataro, however, used his courage and threw the rock with every bit of strength his little body could muster. All it did was bounce off the monster with barely even a sound.

The monster's grin widened even more, taking up most of its horrific face. Hanataro only saw a flash of white followed by a black void. He didn't even hear his brother's screams.

Hanataro now wanted to scream more than ever. He was still in the void, unable to move, but he could feel one thing. His tears trailing down his face. How long had he been here? Would he be stuck in this void forever? Those questions kept bouncing around in his mind. Until his body began to feel like needles were stabbing him all over, and he found that he could slowly move his body in the darkness.

A bright light filled the void, so bright that his sight was taken in an instant yet again. Then his body felt like it was on fire, being melted away. He screamed silently as it felt like he was being torn apart, and melting into a puddle. He closed his eyes, but the light was still there. The pain became so intense, that he then lost consciousness. And faded to black.

Time passed yet again, and it was dark once more. But something was different this time. He could feel something this time, and he felt like he was wrapped in something thick yet soft. It constricted him, making it hard to breathe. He began clawing all around him and with some experimentation. He found that his legs could grab onto whatever dark thing he was in. He then began the climb, grabbing onto whatever he couldn't see. Part of him feared that he was inside the monster's stomach. But he kept climbing, even as it got more constrictive with the greater heights he reached.

It continued for an unknown amount of time until his hand while going up brushed against something that felt thin. He poked it, and light shown in the abyss. So long it had been since he had seen the light that he was blinded. But he still felt overwhelming joy at the sight of his progress, and this time it didn't burn. So he climbed putting both hands through the thin membrane, and then he crawled out of the void.

The first difference he noted was that his surroundings felt cold for some reason. And the ground felt odd, like loose dirt. He also felt stranger himself, like he was lighter, but felt stretched. His eyes slowly regained vision, and he was at a loss for what he saw. In every direction as far as he could see was sweeping expanses of white sand. He looked up into the sky, and it was completely dark save for a single large moon. That was crescent-shaped. Hanataro then stood up on his legs, and then took a single step forward.

He screamed in his mind when he saw a grey monster like a foot at the bottom of his vision. And he scrambled to get back from it, falling on his rear. But to his horror and confusion, it followed him. He lifted up his arms in defense, only to see two monstrous grey arms in his vision. He let out a terrified yell but to his shock. His voice was different instead of a terrified yell, it was a loud echoing roar, that filled him with dread. He then stopped moving and noticed the monstrous arms and feet stopped moving. His arms dropped, and so too did the monstrous arms drop. And as his arms touched the ground, he felt something cold on his left side. He looked down, and his heart sank, and he felt horror with a small amount of disgust.

For what he saw was a small puddle that showed him what he had truly become. He was now a monster. He let out another howl, this one was of pain. He was taller than what he was previously, being about as tall as a grown man, his body seemed to be mostly humanoid save for the talon-like feet, that was akin to a birds own skull. His arms weren't even human-like, but rather they were like large wings now that he looked at them closer. They were large and seemed capable of folding around his body like a cloak. Which he did so to try and give himself some protection from the cold.

His body had some modesty, lacking any privates. But two thing horrified him, he had a mask like the monster that ate him. It wasn't as large, rather it was small and looked like the skull of an owl. But he didn't see his eyes behind the bird mask, only glowing yellow eyes. It was pure white, and a red line went down the middle of it, all the way. And there was a hole on his chest, that circular and empty. His hair still remained but it was feathery now and was a little longer reaching between his shoulder blades.

"Hey, you going to drink the water. Or you plan to claim it for yourself?" Came a throaty growl. And Hanataro gulped as he looked at yet another monster, scrambling away from the puddle. The monster was bigger than him and seemed like a humanoid armored armadillo. With plate looking like skin, and a hole in it's left shoulder. It had large clawed paws for hands, and the color of its plates was a sleek yellow color. Everything else was a pale creamy color save for its bulky white mask. The mask was like something of an animal skull mixed with an armored helmet, with small animal like ears, and a helm like face. But Hanataro could see the glowing yellow eyes behind it.

"Ah," The Monster said in an understanding but tired tone. "You're new here aren't you kid?" The Monster knelt down by the puddle and reached with its paws scooping up the water. It let out a sigh of relief as it drank from the water in its paws. "Do you by any chance remember your name? Most don't when it happens." The old sounding monster said.

He didn't want to talk to the monster at first. But then he realized that when he tried to think of his name. It felt hazy to him, like a fog. He almost broke down in tears, how could he forget his own name?!

"Based on how silent you are. You can't. Well kid. You are going to need a name if you want to make it out here. Names will ensure that you are remembered in some way. Otherwise, you might as well not exist." The Elderly monster said almost kindly. "My name is as they call me. Is the Ancient Slicer." He said holding up his large claws as if for emphasis. "The reapers gave me that name you know. The other hollows began to call me that, and it just stuck." He said with a chuckle.

"Hollows?" The boy who couldn't remember his name asked in confusion.

"That is what we are now kid. Hollows. The mask you wear on your face is all that remains of whoever you used to be. It leaves you empty inside, granted there are some who remember bits and pieces of who they used to be. And I hear that as you get stronger, you become more human. And regain more memories, but that is an unknown future ahead of you." Slicer said to the boy with pity in his voice.

"Is there no way to undo this?" The boy cried tears through the round eye holes in his mask.

"Short of being killed by a reaper. No there is no true way to undo this. And even then, if you are slain by a reaper. There is no telling where you will end up. Some reincarnate supposedly, others go to hell, and as for anything else. There is no knowing." Slicer said. He knew the young hollow was scared. "It is better to not take risks in my opinion. Some of us made mistakes in our previous lives, and well even if we became better. Those sins will always follow us." Slicer clenched his paws.

"What am I supposed to do?" The boy asked with a lost expression in his glowing yellow eyes.

"What every other hollow does. You must fight, survive, and devour. The only reason I have not eaten you is that you remind me of someone I once knew. So I will let you live this one time, but if we meet again. Then I will try to eat you, or you will try to eat me." The boy shuddered in fear.

"DEVOUR?! WHY?!" The boy couldn't comprehend it.

"It is the nature of hollows. We must devour to survive if a hollow doesn't devour another soul. Then they will grow weak until the emptiness inside them devours them whole. Leaving nothing behind. That is all I can teach you, everything else you will learn by instinct. But heed my greatest lesson. You must find a name for yourself, or fade into oblivion." Slicer then marched away into a black portal. The boy could only watch as the portal closed behind Slicer.

The boy looked at the puddle, and his reflection once more. He was a monster now, and he didn't want to be. He then screeched out a bird-like roar of pain. As he felt hunger more intense than anything else in his life. It felt like it was eating him from the inside out. He knew that he had to feed, but it was getting hard to think.

His mind blacked out, as he opened a black portal. His body then moved on its own, heading into the portal. Going somewhere only on instinct…

A/N: And that is the prologue for my newest what if story. Yes, I got a name for Hollow Hanataro, and he will learn his old name down the line. And no he won't be a child when he evolves, you will see more about that later. Until then. I hoped you enjoyed it, so please leave a review, and lemme know what you think.