Second chapter's up! Hope you'll like it. I think it could do with a bit of improvement, though, so give your feedback. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach (no matter how badly I wished I did) and if I did (note: this is a spoiler) Ichimaru Gin would bloody well still be alive! *Sob*... Anyways, just enjoy the story!
Chapter 2: Fast Forward
"It would be interesting to find out what goes on in the moment when someone looks at you and draws all sorts of conclusions."
When I regained consciousness, I felt different. Empty. Hollow. As if something was seriously missing. But I didn't know what it was, couldnt remember what i could possibly be missing. It was still night and my body was stilling aching with dried blood coating half my body, but the moon was full, instead of waning. I blinked, taking in my surroundings. The place was an eerie cold desolate wasteland that seemed to stretch for milee all around me. Black trees sprawled here and there like skeletal hands reaching for the sky, sharp cold wind forming dunes in the sand. A lone white building resembling a fortress of some sort sat on the horizon in the distance. Then I noticed a tall white robed guy towering over me. He had brilliant blue hair and a hole in his abdomen. He reminded me of a humanized version the creatures that attacked me seemingly centuries ago. Their negative energy were quite similar.
"Now what do we have here," he sneered. "Let's see what Aizen has to say about this." Following that, I found myself flying. Apparently, he had gotten hold of me and was dragging me behind him, except that he was moving so fast that I'm pretty sure we were no longer on the ground. All the while I was being dragged, I heard him muttering to himself something about being promoted. Who the hell was this guy? I seem to be asking this question a lot now.
We reached the big white building that I had seen earlier and I was greeted with more white people. I was constantly treated like some package that needed delivering to this Aizen guy. His name seemed somewhat familiar though. The thought kept nagging at the back of my mind and I finally concluded that some of my memories were missing. At least I could still remember my own name… crap. What was my name? Ah hell.
"Grimmjow," a voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up. Who was he calling? Oh, the blue-haired guy. Funny, i thought the name seemed familiar too. They exchanged some words that I couldn't catch, and then looked at me. The owner of the voice had wavy brown hair and a kind—too kind, in my opinion—face. Could that be Aizen? He dismissed Grimmjow and the blue-haired guy reluctantly left.
"Adjucha, what's your name?" Aizen turned to me and asked. Adjucha? What was that? I shrugged, "Blood?" That was the first thing that popped into my mind. I swear the guy looked amused.
"Well then, Sangre, welcome to Las Noche. I have taken interest in your vast amount of reiatsu. You will become an arrancar and join my ranks." Sangre? Spanish, for blood. Now where did I learn that? It was undeniably an order, yet the guy somehow managed it to sound like a request. I got the feeling that we weren't going to get along very well.
Aizen beckoned me forward. I hesitantly obeyed. The energy radiating off him was heavy. I fainted. Again. But not before I caught a look at myself in the mirror that hung at one end of the white room. White. White. White. Even I was white, and dressed in nothing but some kind of skeletal armor that made me look like a dragon. Hmm…. Interesting.
There was a lot of killing. I was hungry. All around me were Hollows, just like I was. But they were Gillian, a lower class than I was. Already the other Adjuchas respected me, for I had evolved from a mere Hollow to a second stage Menos in a matter of two weeks. My reiatsu was the highest amongst them all, and I aimed to become a Vast Lorde. Perhaps even an arrancar, if I could gain Aizen's recognition. I knew of a panther-Adjucha who became an arrancar not to long ago. I had gone on from consuming ordinary Hollows to devouring my fellow Adjuchas. But a few Gillians shouldn't be a problem. After all, they had failed to follow my orders. I annihilated a few with a cero and tore up the rest. I smirked. At this rate, becoming a Vast Lorde should not be a problem. Hopefully, no shinigami would get in the way.
I woke up terrified. I had wished to find out what was wrong with my memories and now I knew the answer. It was too much to take in. Two weeks! And my holiday was ruined. Damn it all. What happened to hanging out with Hana-chan and Aki-chan, going out for movies and invading the library? This was all very confusing. And now, I was sitting in a room that resembled a lab. I seriously needed a mirror. With all that happened in a mere two weeks, I couldn't be too sure of how often my appearance would change.
I looked into the reflection on the shiny surface of one of the machinery there, I found myself looking a great deal more human than my previous form, much to my delight. However, my long black hair was gone and replaced with short black hair streaked with golden highlights, my side bangs pinned up by a white skeletal hair accessory that extended to the back of my head and ended in a dragon horn. Instead of my violet eyes—which were of an odd enough color—I now had one eye blood red and the other sky blue. Creepy, like the bad guys in some of the anime I've watched before. I frowned. A streak of black ran down my right eye (the blue one) starting from my forehead down to my cheekbone where it split and formed the number 17. Seems like I have no need to get a tattoo done anymore. I ended my analysis of myself with the hole just below my collarbone, half-hidden by the fitting black shirt (which revealed my entire waist and belly button—something I was not too comfortable with) that I wore underneath a black and white cropped jacket (which was at least a little longer than my shirt). My pants were white with black patterns and the ends of the pants legs were tucked into a pair of sleek black boots. I deduced that I had at least fulfilled my wish when I was an Adjucha to become an arrancar.
Now where was Aizen?
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