Dark Green

Chapter One - Darkkiller Rising

I changed the name of Kamichi's zanpakuto to better suit his resurreccion, I'll do the same in chapter 2 and all that follow. Just so my few readers know.

Tite Kubo owns Bleach

It was night and the only things illuminating the streets were the moon and the occasional streetlight. Everything would have seemed quiet for the casual passerby. But then they probably wouldn't hear or see the young spirit sitting on the bus stop bench.

Kamichi Gyakujou was whistling contently from his place on the corner, the lyrics to Ain't No Graveby Johnny Cash flowing from his lips perfectly.

He was fairly tall for his age, with messy, shoulder-length sand brown hair, dull green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and a red tribal tattoo on his upper right arm. He was wearing a blood stained pair faded blue jeans and a bloody, cut open grey Nike t-shirt. Around his stomach were red stained bandages where he'd been shot and the only things on his feet were a pair of socks.

Looking up at the full moon as he stretched out on the bench, the four chain links left on his chest clinking, Kamichi couldn't help but comment how cliché a coincidence it was.

"Guess that's the worlds' way of approving my imminent transformation."

Then he chuckled to himself as he reflected on when he was alive.

FLASHBACK~

Kamichi was never fond of his own weakness, so when a thugs' bullet put him in the hospital he was none too pleased. He remembered the pain, how his vision blurred once he lost enough blood, and his final thoughts at the end. 'Well at least I don't have to worry about feeling weak anymore.'

Kamichi awoke a moment later staring down at a chain connected to a plug in his chest. Suddenly he remembered seeing this same thing on countless apparitions over the years, and sure enough on the other end of the chain was his body, still in his bloody 'Just Do It' t-shirt and faded jeans.

"Now that's a good looking corpse." Kamichi joked, fairly certain the doctors and nurses couldn't tell he was there and in the next instant the chain shattered leaving only five and a half links attached to his ghost. Kamichi just shrugged it off and left the room through the window.

"So I'm a ghost…what happens now? I always hoped to pass on." Kamichi said to himself as he walked down the sidewalk away from the hospital. "Is this what I have to look forward to, wandering around like this as a disembodied soul?"

"Not if I eat you first." The ghastly voice made Kamichi freeze and turn around only to stare at one of the monsters he'd seen during his life; this one had a frog-like body and a spiny sail on its back. Its mask was a squashed pyramid shape split horizontally from point to point through the middle and lined with blunt teeth, its eyes were high up on the top portion. The thing leered at Kamichi and licked its teeth with a sick purple tongue.

'Shit! Fucking figures that ten minutes after I die one of these abominations finds me!' he shouted inside his panicked mind, 'Okay, calm down Kamichi – use that oversized IQ you've relied on your whole damn life! You can figure a way out of this.'

"Don't bother running cause you won't get far. Heh Heh Heh." the thing laughed at Kamichi's predicament, earning a glare from his intended prey. "Just give it up kid. You can't escape and you're too weak to win a fight with Me." the thing took a step toward the frightened soul, whose eyes were now wide with shock.

'Weak? WEAK! WEAK!' Kamichi kept hearing the word in his head over and over, each time filled with more outrage, Kamichi roared as he clenched his fists and made a half step forward. "You…SON OF A BITCH! I'm gonna fucking-" Kamichi was cut off by a man in a black kimono carrying a sword landing between him and the creature.

The man stood up and drew his sword. "You won't be eating this soul, hollow scum!" The monster looked distastefully at the man. "A shinigami." Neither seemed to care that Kamichi was listening but their words answered some of the questions he had kept mulling over much of his life. He now had names to put to these spirits.

The shinigami charged the hollow, which tried to nail him with a punch only to have his webbed hand cut off. It howled in pain and lashed out with its other hand just for the shinigami to block then counter; slashing across the hollow's white mask. The hollow gave a last pained howl as it dissolved and the victorious shinigami sheathed his blade.

"Alright, the hollow is defeated. Now to Konso this soul and get it over with." The shinigami spoke and turned around…only to find Kamichi wasn't there. He had in fact jumped behind the dumpster in the neighboring alley during the fight and waited until the shinigami left before exiting. "So I'm still weak…" he whispered to himself walking down the alley, head hung so that his sandy brown bangs shadowed his eyes. He suddenly raised his head showing a determined face. "Then I'll just have to get strong, find a way to gain power! Then I'll make sure I can't be called weak ever again!" he shouted in his semi crazed state with a deranged cackle. "It's time to make some observations and put that old thinking cap on!" he said with a scheming grin.

END FLASHBACK~

Kamichi had done just what he said in the ten days that followed his untimely demise. He had observed the spirits in Karakura town as they fought one another; but one group interested him the most, the arrancars.

He had witnessed these arrancars battling shinigami from his hidden vantage points and had judged the two sides on their strength. It was while doing this he learnt that arrancars had far more in common with the monsters called hollows despite their human-like appearance. Whenever he so much as glimpsed an arrancar's sword or fragment of mask he would get chills of excitement running down his spine.

He wanted their power but knew they wouldn't give it willingly, his observations showed they didn't think very highly of humans, which left only one option. He'd have to steal the power. And he'd formulated a plan to do it too.

Kamichi had noticed that most of the arrancars he'd seen had a hole of some kind in their bodies and theorized that if he pulled out his plug he'd have one too. He was smart enough however to realize this wouldn't make him an arrancar, not on its own. The other half of the puzzle was the sword; where the core of an arrancar's power was locked. There inlayed the challenge: If he could get an arrancar to stab him through his chest plug then just maybe he could absorb its power before transforming into a hollow.

That was the Theory at least.

This is why Kamichi was sitting on aforementioned bench, now whistling God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash and waiting with all the patience of an elderly sage. He needed an arrancar to make this work, but sadly he couldn't control their actions.

Kamichi stretched out more as his watch beeped nine. "Damnit, where are they? They better not have decided to take a night off!" he barked with a scowl, annoyed that his date with destiny was running late.

BOOM!

Kamichi instantly stood and looked in the direction of the huge explosion, his scowl turning into a devious smile. "Better late than never." he said to himself as he began running towards the battle like the devil was on his heels. His time had finally arrived.

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Mashiro Kuna was not having the best night. She had gone with Hachi to get dinner for them and the rest of the vizards but she'd managed to lose the incredibly large man after running ahead. Then she had the misfortune to run into an arrancar while trying to find her way back to the warehouse they called home. Said arrancar wasn't particularly strong but he had enough technique to keep Mashiro on the defensive, unable to counter or use her mask. They stood in midair as the vizard girl avoided his flurry of attacks.

The accancar slashed at her again, this time barely missing her left leg as she dodged and again she wished she'd brought her zanpakuto.

"You are annoyingly quick but I can tell that you are getting tired! You won't dodge me forever little greenhead!" shouted the irate arrancar as he slashed at the girl, frustration apparent in his exposed eye. His other eye was covered by the cone shaped mask fragment on his face's left side.

"Then I'll just have to attack, silly." she said in her bubbly tone and then dodged his blade before lashing out in a double kick. The arrancar couldn't block in time and Mashiro's booted feet slammed against his chest sending him end over end into the street below. She noted he made a fair sized crater while touching back down.

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Kamichi had just arrived to see his target crash into the street in a large explosion of dust. 'What the hell…was he just thrown into the street?' Kamichi shout in his mind, complete disbelief showed on his face. He then noticed a girl gently float to the ground a short distance from the edge of the impact point.

Kamichi raised an eyebrow at this unwanted individual throwing a wrench in his plan. "This must be the world's idea of a joke." he mumbled to himself. The girl was wearing a white bodysuit with orange boots, gloves, and scarf, plus a set of goggles in her hair…which was lime green. 'O-Kay…that is the damnedest thing I've ever seen.' Kamichi thought, a sweat drop on his head, a look of perplexed disbelief on his face.

Mashiro suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching and looked around until she spotted him, there was young man leaning out an alleyway staring at her; he visibly tensed and went wide eyed…then the two just looked at one another.

'A soul?' Mashiro thought, noticing the plug in his chest. 'Shit! She can see me!' Kamichi was in a mental panic as sweat gathered on his forehead. 'Wait a sec, she's messing everything up! Without that arrancar I'll be stuck this way for even longer…and I've already waited too long to be denied now!' Kamichi's inner rage was channeling itself into his expression and he might have even been growling if his jaw weren't clenched so tightly.

Mashiro was taken aback at the soul's narrowed eyes and bared teeth. 'Why is he so mad? Was it something I did?' she was completely oblivious to the problem and opened her mouth to ask but was cut off as the arrancar, who'd finally regained consciousness, came roaring out of the smoking crater and blindsided her at full speed while taking to the air. The vizard and her opponent wrestled for a moment before he took hold of her throat and threw her into a building. She went sailing out the other side, landing only a few yards from Kamichi heaving and choking in an attempt at catching her breath. Kamichi having witnessed the whole thing had one thought. 'That has got to hurt.'

"Uuuhn" Mashiro groaned and started shakily to her feet while the arrancar touched down and walked in her direction boasting his imminent victory. "That really hurt when you kicked me into the street…how does it feel now bitch? Kyahahaha!" he cackled madly, twirling his sword like a baton by its hilt, striding forward with murder in mind. 'This is it, it's too perfect!' Kamichi thought as an ecstatic grin marred his face.

His moment had finally arrived and he slipped further into the alley to stay out of sight until the last possible second.

"Aizen-sama just sent me on a reconnaissance mission, but when he learns that I killed a vizard…he may even make me an espada!" Yelled the arrancar as he charged the still disoriented Mashiro with blade forward, intending to impale her on impact.

In a burst of sonido he was in striking distance. "Now DIE!" he shouted in deranged glee and thrust his sword. It didn't reach the intended target…Kamichi stood with the sword impaled through his chest plug. Both Mashiro and the arrancar were in utter shock, eyes wide as saucers. "Wha-?" the arrancar choked out. "The soul?" Mashiro said in barely a whisper. In the next instant Kamichi's hands shot from his sides and wrapped around the arrancar's wrists before he spoke in a slightly pained tone. "*cough* Yes…it worked!" He tightened his grip on the arrancar's hands and looked him in the eye, the trickle of blood coming from his mouth displaced by the look of half mad exhilaration on his face. "Now give me your power!" Kamichi half yelled, half screamed before jamming the sword deeper into the plug in his chest causing it to dissolve.

The arrancar started struggling, trying to break free of the youth's iron grip. "Release me! Let go of me you damned…what the hell?" The arrancar stopped thrashing upon notice of the energy aura coming off Kamichi, his eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets when he heard the next words. "Life…SIPHON!"

They were instantly enveloped in a flash of energy so bright Mashiro had to cover her eyes. Large orbs of energy streaked out from the arrancar's body and into Kamichi, his zanpakuto disintegrating as he reared his head back screamed out loudly. Kamichi held firm onto his victim as he cackled insanely and began to transform. His tanned skin became very pale. His messy sand brown hair turned a dark magenta. His eyes changed blue-purple and seemed to shine. His tribal tattoo took on a lightning bolt appearance with a century style number zero. Complete jawbones lined with large diamond shaped teeth formed on both sides of his mouth. In his right hand a katana in a crimson sheath materialized; its hilt wrapped in crimson cloth and topped with a red crystal surrounded by three spiked metal plates. Its hexagon shaped guard was black with silver edges and lightning bolt engravings. Once the energy dispersed Kamichi let go of his victim and the limp shell started dissolving into black dust. As he fully vanished Kamichi looked at his new hands and new zanpakuto with a grin.

"He…hehehe…Kyahahahahaha!" he cackled. "IT…WORRRKED! I finally have in death what I never could in life!" he roared maniacally to the heavens shaking his fists and throwing the finger. Even as this happened Kamichi's mind was filled with knowledge of the arrancar and shinigami and things about someone called Aizen. So many questions from his tormented life were answered but he decided to think about them later. At the moment he was too busy basking in his success to think.

"Thank you." Kamichi glanced back and saw the green haired chick staring at him in a mixture of awe and gratitude. "For what?" he asked, smiling at the way she was looking at him. "For saving me, silly." Mashiro said in her bubbly tone as a smile graced her face. His smile vanished and so did hers, thinking she'd done something wrong. "I wasn't saving you. What I did was for my own gain." he said and started walking away. Mashiro thought of stopping him but instead settled on one question, "Hey! What's your name?" He looked back, expression devoid its previous excitement as he spoke. "Kamichi Gyakujou...actually, you can just call me Darkkiller." he corrected after a moment and disappeared in a wisp of sonido. When he was gone Mashiro's smile returned and she said one sentence, "I like him." then she shunpoed away.

As the new arrancar Kamichi sonidoed across the rooftops of Karakura town he gave himself a once over and looked distastefully at his disheveled appearance. "Need some new threads." he muttered to himself as he pulled on the bandages under his hollow hole and was surprised seconds later when reishi enveloped and solidified on his body. When it cleared he stopped to marvel at his altered attire. The proxy arrancar was now clad in a chest covering grey vest, black leather pants, combat boots, and a violet sash around his gut with long trailing ends off the back. On his forearms were silver wraps with glove extensions and to top it off was a large, thick violet scarf covering his neck, shoulders, and the lower half of his face. He pulled the scarf down from his mouth and grinned.

"Now this is what I'm talking about." he chimed, excitement lacing his words.

He slid his zanpakuto through the left side of his sash and secured it.

"If I'm right then you need a name, a Spanish name. Let's see, it has to be something good. How about…Soberana Tormenta, it means storm sovereign." he finally asked after some thought. The hilt crystal glowed in what he assumed was approval at his side.

Kamichi Gyakujou, now thoroughly satisfied with himself, resumed his traverse across Karakura's rooftops with the occasional sonido. He couldn't be sure where he was going but felt some baser instinct pulling him and decided to let it. If his intuition was right though, he'd soon live up to his new self-proclaimed moniker. Darkkiller.

The story line isn't set but this is only the beginning.

I hope you've enjoyed the start of my first fic.

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This is Darkkiller9 signing off.