Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Bleach is owned by, and is a product of: Tite Kubo, Shonen Jump, Studio Pierrot, Viz Media, and all other rightful parties.

A/N: okay, now that that legal bs is out of the way. I'm back. I was much older than i was when i originally wrote the Hisana Kurosaki Chronicles. I took a multi year hiatus after chapter 11, and that took me a long time to get out of that. writer's block, laziness, and my overall disappointment in how the story originally flowed. now however, I feel i can do this idea more justice. now this version of the story is much darker, and does touch on more psychological aspects of the characters, and i hope my new style can show this. well, lets dive in shall we?

"My name is Hissana Kurosaki," the woman who said this walks out, her orange hair cascading down to her lower back. "I am the third seat of the second squad and the head of the detention unit of the Onmitskido, For most of my life everything was fine. Even after I became a high seated officer everything was slow," she stops, her piercing blue eyes seemingly illuminating themselves in the dark room as her voice resonates. "Then, it happened," suddenly the whites of her eyes darken as her irises go from piecing blue to an almost primal gold. "A dark force decided to make its presence known. Taking control of my body and violently attacking anyone in its path," at this her body starts to turn further into some sort of beast as a mask envelops her face. "At the end of it all, only a small aria within the Fugai district took major damage. But ever since, my mind has been consistently invaded by this dark force. Trying to manipulate my thoughts and actions, and although I've managed to hold it off, there have been times where it has almost happened again," with this the macabre beast takes the form of the woman we saw before, but instead of the standard shihakusho, it was a white iteration, flipping the color scheme, her skin and hair have also become this unearthly white. The woman now grins like a mad man and steps back into the dark shadows of hence she came. Her black and gold eyes the last thing to disappear into the darkness."And this, is my tormentor."

Oo00oO

Suddenly the sound of an alarm clock breaks the silence in the woman's bedroom, after a charade of trying to turn the clock off, including it falling off the table where she placed it, she took off her sleepwear showing her toned body. Her pale porcelain-like skin making her an almost ethereal beauty. This is only disturbed by occasional scars on her body, from small scratches to what remains of a gash that was two inches wide at its largest. This scar was formed from a strike she got fighting a hollow in Karakura in her first year as a shinigami. In the battle the hollow was able to get a clean hit on her as she was collecting herself after being blown back by a powerful strike. The other scars were nothing more than small cuts she gained from sword play over the years. Most have faded, but a few remain, the newest one being a thin but long cut along her back. This gash was made on an unfortunate evening when her linage caught up with her, losing control and finally becoming what she feared most.

Before she left to get her coffee she put on her shihakusho. After getting up she grabbed her cup and went to the officer's "lounge" if you could call it that, it was nothing more than a small room with a table for eight, and a long counter where the lone coffee maker sits. Popping the top open she places the cartridge in and let the machine do its thing. The third seat looks to be a visual age of eighteen, but in reality she is much older, in terms of human years she is over one hundred and eighty years old. But she has only been a shinigami for the past sixty years and a third seat for the past ten. Making her one of the less experienced third seats in the goti thirteen. But she by far isn't green, she had achieved shikai in her senior year at the academy, she had high marks in all her classes, and she works under one of the strictest captains in the gotei thirteen; Suí-Fēng. Although she's towards the end of her career as a captain, she's still very deadly, and still demands respect from her subordinates. This has come to define her captaincy. As Hisana sits down after picking up her cup of coffee she hears the distinct click-clack of a pair Chinese shoes walking down the corrador. 'Not concealing herself, she knows I'm here, and she wants me to know she's coming. That's not... normal.'

"Captain. Fancy seeing you here," to this the stoic second division captain sat down across from her third seat. Taking a sip of her tea as she looked at Hisana with intent.

"I do know that you were the 'Hollow' that attacked the Fugai district last month. However, I do not intend to inform the Captain-commander or the Central 46. I also..."

"Captain, you don't need to tell me this. I know that you knew from the moment you engaged my hollow form. And you don't need to apologize for anything. You did what you had to protect the Soul Society and the Seireitei," Hisana put her cup down her long orange hair hanging over the table.

"Kurosaki, a captain should never have to attack their subordinates. Especially their high ranking officers," with this remark Suí-Fēng sat herself on the chair by the Shiba half-blood. "I picked you from the academy because you had so much potential. When I did, your father and captain Hirako explained to me what exactly a vizord was."

"I don't need your pity," Hisana snapped. If there was on thing she didn't need, it was the pity of others.

"I wasn't giving any. Pity is for the weak, you are far from weak," with this a pile of papers landed in front of Hisana. "I pulled your file, you are a strong individual, high marks in hakuda, and hoho, on top of this you are very intelligent, high marks in history, science, and many of the new math courses that are present in the human world," Hisana let out a sarcastic laugh. "You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. You are the only shinigami I can think of who could survive this."

"And? Is that supposed to cheer me up? Is that supposed to restore lost moral? Captain, I'm a monster. There's no changing that, I'm a danger to everyone around me," Hisana took one last swig of coffee before she got up and dumped it in the sink. "I'll be leaving now, the coffee was shit anyway."

"Third seat Hisana Kurosaki!" Suí-Fēng's voice rang out, freezing Hisana in her tracks. "I am NOT cheering you up. I am showing you what you are. You are not a monster, while you are a danger, you aren't a lost cause. I recruited you because you graduated top of the advanced class, a title that the greatest of shinigami have held. While I used to see Hollowfication as an evil created to destroy us, I can credit it with saving my life, and the very existence of the seireitei. While your power may be a curse, your father, as well as the other vizords, have made it an asset. Combine that power with your expertise in combat, and you are one of the most powerful non-captains in the Soul Society. I feel your power grow every day. Your control of this power exceeds your father's, but you have inherited most if not all of his strength. Yes we may have our differences, but as your captain, and as your senor I see it as my responsibility to make sure you are okay. On that note you may leave now." At this Hisana left, where she's going, not even she knows.

Oo00oO

Eighth division captain Ichigo Kurosaki was an oddity. A mix of Shiba and Quincy blood, a vizord, and a walking weapon of mass destruction. However this 'weapon' was also a wise man, and a caring father. As he was working on the last of his daily paperwork the signature click-clack of the sandals of a particular shop keeper came in front of his door.

"Urahara, you may come in," Ichigo motioned for the shopkeeper to enter his office. "What may I ask brings you here Kisuke?"

"Your daughter Ichigo. I'm sure Suí-Fēng told you who the hollow was that attacked the Fugai," Ichigo gave a subtle affirmative. "Hisana is a peculiar situation," at this the shopkeeper put up a sound proof kido barrier. "Her mixed blood, and her inner hollow make her a wild card."

"Yes, I am aware. Kaien already has completed his hollowfacation training. And I am currently keeping them in the dark about their grandmother's state as a quincy," Ichigo hated to keep secrets. But this was knowledge that they needed to know. Hell, not many in the goti outside of those around for the war against the Wandenrich even knew. This was, as hid delinquent of a father would put it, 'A Kurosaki trade secret.' and as such, was on a need-to-know basis, and right now, they didn't need to know.

"Good. On another note, a group of non-spec humans have taken interest in the realm of the supernatural as they say," Kisuke took his hat off and look more serious then he had ever been after the Wandenrich threat had passed, "A human medical firm known for research on using genetic modifacation on humans to prevent things like birth defects, cancer, and other genetically related diseases, and have had great success. However, a group of them have initiated a seris of behind the book transactions to shady characters, and people have gone missing. Very interesting people," at this the former captain put down a file related to the organization. But something caught Ichigo's eye in the missing persons files when paralleled with the list of spec humans in the aria around Tokyo.

"You have got to be shitting me."

Oo00oO

Hisana was walking down the stair case to the Maggot's Nest. As the third seat of the second division Hisana is in charge of the detention unit of the Onmitskido, putting her in charge of the Soul Society's prisons, however, there is a different reason for her to enter the nest. As she walks the catwalks above the general population, she reaches her office, she finds her friend Shion sleeping in her chair. Hisana sighed. Shaking her friend's shoulder she somehow managed to rouse the dark skinned woman from her sleep.

"GAH! I DID NOTH... oh wait, it's just you," Shion relaxed from her comical stance in Hisana's seat.

Hisana grinned at the Shihoin heiress in front of her. "Good thing today is an off-day for me, otherwise you would have to leave that chair," Hisana sat on the edge of her desk. She then plopped a small nylon bag on the desk. The dark skinned Heiress looked at the bag with intent as she opened it, revealing a pair of one-piece swimsuits.

"awww, no bikinis?" Shion's disappointment was comically apparent.

"Shion, we all know how you are with those," Hisana curtly replied.

"Come on 'sana, you have to let the girls out once in a while," this was said while Shion was lifting her breasts, making their... generous size apparent.

"I know how you work, I give you a bikini and you will somehow accidentally lose the top when guys appear."

"But 'sana you were in on some of those~" replied the heiress in a sing-song voice.

"Tearing off your top off accidentally because one of your friends poked me on both sides of my waist doesn't count," at this point Hisana was starting to forget the Fugai incident returning to some semblance of normality once again, however, she knew full well of the darkness lurking in the back of her mind. A darkness she know she cannot escape. And one that needs to be let off her shoulders. "Shion?"

"Hm?" the heiress noticed the change in her friend's tone, and her body deflating from it's once cheerful pose. And her face turning from an energetic child to an empathic adult. "Something wrong?"

"Do you remember the lessons about the Winter War at the academy?"

"Yeah of course, my aunt and your father both are veterans on if, why?"

"Remember the Vizords?"

"Those shinigami that Aizen experimented on to create a shinigami-hollow Hybrid? Yeah... why?"

"I found out a month ago I'm one of them..." this was said in such a solemn tone, one that expected Shion to reject her, not one that expected the reaction that followed.

"That... is... AWSOME! YOU CAN WALK AROUND WITH A MASK ON YOUR FACE AND FIRE FUCKIN' LASER BEAMS AND YOU HOLD OUT ON ME UNTIL NOW? ARE YOU CRAZY?" one could say Shion, in her buxom glory, was as animated as a little kid who just found out their closest friend had superpowers.

Hisana struggled hold her composure, here she thought she would lose her closest friend, she obviously doesn't know the struggles that come with it, but her reaction was enough to brighten the gerschmit's day.

"You Hisana, are a boss-ass bitch," this was said as a weird background showed up behind Shion that said 'boss-ass bitch' in large buble letters. At this, Hisana was concerned she was placed under some sort of illusion type bakudo. But once everything returned to normal she was left staring at was once again the world in its boring normality.

"I guess," Hisana shrugged off the weird compliment, wondering if her close friend was truly getting the gravity of her revelation, but she figured that was for another day. "Lets go for a dip."

Oo00oO

Rukia Kurosaki sat at her desk working on her standard paperwork. A pile of forms about 150 pages she finished on time every day. However, today was especially taxing, she not only had her standard paperwork, but also forms pertaining to the Fugai Incident as many in the Seireitei had so eloquently put it. However, the elders of her own clan, a group of insufferable pricks she was glad to be rid of, had felt there was something more to the incident. Her husband's status as a Vizord being common knowledge among the veteran shinigami, and the elders smelled what they so eloquently stated as 'the stench of that monster,' fortunately for them, she wasn't in attendance, she was busy with running the thirteenth division. A task that had proven difficult due to its role in the maintenance of Karakuracho, a task that has grown harder and harder as time went on, if she were there, the poor bastard would on a good day have gotten off with hypothermia and frostbite.

She sighed heavily, "This is going to be the death of me," Rukia had finally finished the last of the paperwork. As she finished she heard a distinct pair of loud knocks. "You may come in," she was relived that he had come in, she was tired, and was more or less ready to retire to her and Ichigo's shared quarters in the Shiba manor.

"So, how's my midget doing?" Rukia sighed halfheartedly in frustration. The nickname Ichigo constantly referred her as never really faded away, she tried to get him to stop on numerous occasions but he didn't stop, and she had grown attached to the endearing moniker over their countless years of marriage, however, as a woman, she had an arsenal to draw on for subtle payback.

"Perfect, strawberry," this was said as she approached her husband and kissed him firmly on the lips. However, she knew they had a lot to talk about when they get home.

Oo00oO

"So, this has to do with Hisana right?" Rukia had inquired, they had arrived home in their personal house on the manor itself. Sitting on their bed garbed in her bed robes, Rukia was stressed, she had seen the Fugai reports first hand, the damage, the casualties, and most importantly, knowing it was some monstrosity in her own daughter that did it.

"Calm yourself Rukia, you need to remember this 'monstrosity' is her zanpakuto, and its power is something that can become a boon for her," Sode no Shirayuki's attempt to make her master look at some positive to the situation failed horribly, Rukia's rebuttal being short and concise.

"She's. My. Daughter." The yuki-onna reeled from the statement. However, she did know her master had relaxed ever so slightly. Not noticeable to someone unfamiliar with the former Kuchiki, but Shirayuki noticed.

"Sadly yes, our daughter, like Kaien, and like my sisters, have this... amalgamation of power."

"So what does this have to do with anything?" Ichigo stopped his frantic pacing. Rukia once again pulling him back to the world of rational thought.

"Hisana needs to start her hollowfacation training soon," Rukia's face looked up at him, a look of anger in her face.

"YOU WANT TO PUT HER THROUGH THAT HELL SO SOON AFTER SHE WENT THROUGH THIS DISASTER?" Rukia stood up facing her husband. Her glare a firm deviation from her usual emotionless one. "I KNOW THIS KIND OF PAIN ICHIGO, SHE KILLED COMRADES, THOSE SHE CALLED A FAMILY. AND SO SOON AFTER DOING THAT YOU WANT HER TO FACE THE MONSTER THAT DID IT HEAD ON?"

"I know Rukia, her mental state is not the most stable, but that's all the more reason to do it. The more unstable her mind gets on this, the more power that will be wrested from her, and this will continue until she is consumed by it. This training is the only way to prevent another Fugai Incident," Ichigo had plead his case before his wife, and he just hoped it made sense to her.

"I... guess you're right. The more we hold out on training her this, the more people we put in danger," Rukia had conceded her argument. Remembering that an untrained vizord can cause massive damage, "I just worry for her safety."

"I do too Rukia, I do too," they embraced each other, slowly drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Oo00oO

The nightmares returned. Running, running, running. Faster, faster, faster. Moving as though one were being chased by a monster, one that would do worse than kill you, whatever that may be. One that would take you over, erase who you are and replace it with something that isn't you, that is so distictly not you. A monster, a being hell-bent on catching you, like something out of a horror movie. The only sounds coming to your ears being the panting of your own breath, the racing of your own heart, and the screams and growls of this beast. You can't look back, you can't. Remember what dad told you. Then you hit a dead end. A wall. A solid stone wall. Impermeable, unbreakable, and unfeeling. Then you hear it. Its heavy labored breathing, its warm breath hitting the back of your neck, and you feel the urge to look back, the unstoppable urge to look back, and against better judgement, you do, and you see...

YOURSELF!

Oo00oO

Hisana woke up in the night again. Once again tormented by the same nightmare. Every time she tried to sleep, she had the same nightmare. Running from a beast that ultimately revealed itself to be some demented version of herself. Chalk white skin, hair, and clothes. Black sclera and golden irises.

"Not again," she stood up and looked out the window. The moon hadn't even set yet. She went to her bed once more to try to make what she could out of what little night remained. But sleep escaped her once again. The nightmare running in the back of her mind. And the sheer terror putting her on edge once more.

A/N: so, that's the new HKC, the changes, if you read the old one are apparent already, if not, there is no need to read it. all i ask is for reviews so i can better my work. see you next update

~Bohba13