Hollowed Out Strawberry
Author: TheGh0stn01sees
Disclaimer:I do not own Bleach or it's character's, that title respectfully belongs to Kubo Tite.
Pairing(s):Grimm/Ichi, Uqui/Hime, One-sided Aiz/Ichi, and (as a totally random crack pairing ) Halibel/Rukia.
Warning(s): Yaoi(manXman), M-preg, yuri ( girlXgirl ), language, possible OOCness, and Arrancar!Ichigo.
Summary: Ichigo is kidnapped by Aizen, and is turned into an Arrancar!
After his transformation, not only does he lose his memories, but Grimmjow wants something from him. And it's not a Fight! { admittedly I suck at this summary -.- }
Author's Note:I have posted on my homepage/deviant art page a picture of my Arrancar!Ichigo. I won't go into much detail in the story about how the clothes look because describing clothes is unbelievably hard for me to do. I would Love to Thank all of you who reviewed/alerted/favorited the first chapter and story. The reason it took me so long to finish this chapter is because I am sick and it took me a lot longer to look it over for errors, which there still might be some, since I'm still sick. Ugh. Well I hope you enjoy this next chapter. ^-^
"talking" "Thinking"
Chapter 2: Strawberry in the Basket
Ichigo's POV
I blinked my eyes open tiredly. All I could see was white, and I wondered for a moment where I was before questions flooded my mind. Questions like, "Who am I?" and "Why am I here?". Things I should have known but didn't. It was strange, not knowing anything about myself. I knew answers to math questions, different books and their plots. But I didn't know how I knew them.
I turned my head. I was in a large white room with black and gray furnishing. A white door with a black handle was directly in my line of sight across the room. There was a small Grey sofa and a black side-table next to it. As questions continued to pop up in my mind something deep in my gut told me that being here wasn't right.
This feeling I got from just being in this place that I knew almost nothing about was strong. I sat up slowly and noticed a small mirror hanging on the wall next to the bed. I got up from the bed and walked slowly over to the mirror. A feeling similar to the strong 'I-shouldn't-be-here' feeling suddenly mad it's self known.
"Have I always looked like this?" Was the first thought in my head as I looked at my face in the dark reflective glass. I didn't seem to remember having a broken piece of a hollow's mask over my right eye. The mask was just the eye hole and upper jaw. Then I wondered how I knew what a hollow was. There was also a red mark on my left cheek under my eye. It looked like to red stripe joined at their tips.
The mirror was big enough for me to see the top of my head to the middle of my stomach. I looked myself over in the mirror. If I hadn't been wearing a V-necked shirt I'm sure I would have missed the gaping hole in my chest where my heart should have been.
I realized that I must be a hollow, an Arrancar to be exact. For some reason that upset me. "What the fuck?!" Alright, it more than upset me. My thoughts strayed again to how I knew what hollows and Arrancars were. My negative feelings for the place and what I was wasn't helping the fact that I woke up not remembering anything pertaining to important things in my life.
My dad. My mom. Any siblings I may have had. My friends if I had any. My enemies. I could remember nothing. I didn't know whether or not I should have been hurting emotionally because I couldn't remember any of them. I touched the lower part of my hollow mask gently. It tingled a little, which surprised me. Well, if that tingled I wonder....
I was about to touch the inside of my hollow hole when I heard the door open. I turned my head suddenly towards the sound of the door opening and the person walking in. It was a man with brown slicked-back hair, cold brown eyes and a seemingly warm smile plastered onto his face.
I don't know why but I didn't like this man, the feeling was that same one I got about not belonging in this place. "Ah, my apologies," the man started,"I didn't know you were awake I should have knocked." It was obvious to me that he wasn't really sorry.
" Who are you?!" I sounded more panicked than I had wanted to. I took a defensive stance as I waited for his answer.
"You don't remember me Ichigo?" His face showed nothing more or less than amusement. He must have noticed my confusion at the name he addressed me by."You don't even remember your own name." It was a statement not a question. He took it upon himself to answer my unspoken and spoken questions.
"I'm Sosuke Aizen and your name is Kurosaki Ichigo."The man, who I now knew as Aizen, had a smug look on his face as he spoke to me. "I made you what you are right now, so in a way you could look at me as either your creator or as the source of all your memory problems."
Aizen took a step towards me and my defensive stance, which had been slowly relaxing, returned to it's original intensity. "Don't come any closer!" I didn't trust him at all. My instincts all told me that he was a shinigami and I was a hollow, therefore we were enemies no matter what he said.
Because of my feelings and instincts working together, creating nothing but a negative attitude towards him, I was not about to let down any of my defenses and if he made a wrong move I'd attack to kill. "Calm down, I won't hurt you Kurosaki-kun." He didn't even seem to be threatened by me.
After a while I calmed down and reluctantly relaxed. I sat on the edge of the bed."Why are you here? And why am I here?" He took a seat on the small sofa. "I came in here to check on you and make sure you weren't deteriorating." Aizen paused and seemed to think something over quickly. "You are here because you are to be a special back-up weapon in a plan of mine."
"Again, What the fuck?!" I hoped my surprise didn't show on my face. "Is he fucking serious?!"
As I got over my shock, I without thought or hesitation replied. "You have quite a way with words...." Even I could hear the sarcasm dripping from the words.
It was quiet for a while after I spoke. I wondered if he be furious or upset at my sarcasm. That is until he shocked me again by laughing. Or it might have just been chuckling. Noises seemed louder in this large quiet room.
Aizen calmed back down fairly quickly. "Very good, I see your personality hasn't been damaged very much." He stood up and walked to the door. " Just one thing before I go though," He paused and in all seriousness said,"You may not leave your room without my permission." Then he left, leaving no room for argument.
"Like hell I'll listen to him!" I sat there and waited a while so I knew he'd be at least fairly far away from the room I was in. Then I got up and went to the door and opened it.
Only to find myself in another, even bigger, room. There were, like the other room, very few things in this room. A bookshelf, a large sofa, a side-table next the sofa, a small coat rack holding a white sleeveless jacket, and a tall lamp. All in all it was pretty much bare considering it's size. I walked towards another door, the only other door that is, and picked up the jacket along the way.
Putting it on, I opened the next door intent on disobeying the man that thought just because he was the reason I was there, that he could order me around like I was some slave or servant. I didn't care if he was strong or not, my instincts told me he wasn't to be trusted and if I can't trust him, why should I obey him?
As soon as I opened the door I came face to face with a hallway wall and some random guy asleep on the floor. "Probably my 'Guard',whatever." I stepped over him and pulled the large hood of the jacket up, over my head. The hallway went two ways. I decided to pick at random and went left.
It seemed like I was walking forever, but it was probably only 20 minutes or less. Sure enough I managed to bump into somebody. He was pretty tall, with sort of long black hair, an eye-patch over his left eye, and some weird dish shaped clothing behind his head. He didn't look too happy, because I actually DID bump into him.
"Sorry..." I said quietly, I was just exploring after all. But if a fight did break out, then I'd just have to kick his ass and get back to walking around this huge place. But he seemed to not really care. It was the guy behind him that seemed upset. He was much shorter than the other guy, with short brown hair and again an eye-patch over one of his eyes.
" How dare you bump into Nnoitra-sama!" He basically screamed at me. Well at least I knew what to call the tall guy. "Shut up Tesla." Nnoitra seemed impatient and looked like he just wanted to get somewhere. That or he was just really bored and annoyed with the other guy, now known as Tesla.
I moved in a way that would allow Nnoitra and Tesla to pass me without physical contact. But Tesla, it seemed, didn't hear Nnoitra's previous demand. "What is your name?! I'll report this to Aizen-sama!" I had enough of this. I promptly shoved Tesla out of my way and walked pass Nnoitra. Even when, if I turned around and looked back and didn't see them, I could hear Tesla's angry ranting.
I was a little angry too. Probably the mention of Aizen. But soon I forgot about Tesla and continued to look around. Finally I came across a door, the first one since leaving my room. It was a pale blue color, with a big black six painted onto it. I reached for the door knob and opened it.
I'm Sorry if there were any confusing parts, again I am sick. When I feel better I'll take a better [ less blurry ] look at this chapter and if I find it did not turn out as originally planned I will either A) delete it and fix it on my PC then resubmit it, or B) just fix it in my Documents.
Another thing is I am sorry for the little cliff hanger. There will I admit, be a little bit of GrimmIchi action in the next chapter. So please hang in there with me! Oh yeah and free hugs and cookies to those that review! ^-^ [ but I don't mind not getting reviews as long as I know somebody is reading! 3 ]
