Hi, back so soon you ask? Well last chapter I made a promise that if you guys gave me 5 reviews I would update immediately even if I had to steal a satellite to do it and I did! Well I didn't get the satellite though. Cough; my dearest ambition, Cough. Well this time I'll update withy 7 reviews!

And Saurian if you are reading this and to everyone else who is interested the reason I never used the Grand Fisher is because he is the only hollow to see Ichigo and live to tell the tale. Well he and Grimmjow but I settled for him in the end because with Grimmjows personality his probably not going to tell Ai anything and this way the battle would be personal. Don't worry guys Grimmjow will be in the story.

I don't own Bleach or any of the characters. Well expect for a little, cocky, red head.

Now onto the story

(Note: to anyone who just conveniently skipped the author's note you might want to go back and read it, there some interesting stuff that might answer your questions.)

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The Fisher howled in pain. "How dare you!" He cradled his stump to his chest, blood dripping off the end. "You'll pay for this!"

Ignoring the threat I lunged forward only to be hampered my injury. Another set of nails darted towards me, its tips laced with death. I rolled to the side then slicing through his talons like soft butter.

The Fisher, enraged stormed at me, flinging its lure in front of its masked figure. The lure faded and almost immediately morph into a duplicate of Renji.

I stopped unable to slice through my friend. That insecurity was enough, I was tossed head over heels into a thicket of trees; landing painfully as the rough trunk grazed my back.

Stars flickered at the corner of my vision. Dazed and hazy with pain, I looked up to see the Fisher looming over me his mouth dipping with saliva.

I sighed, what a night this was turning into! First stabbed in the back then tossed like a rubber sack and finally about to be eaten by an oversized cockroach!

I looked into the face on my friend then sighed again. The real Renji would be pissed at me for doing this but I knew I had to. Shunpoing behind the Fisher, I swung my zanpakto, stabbing both the fake Renji and curving a deep gouge in its mask.

"No! No! NO! The Fisher reeled back its head and screeched, diving for cover. Unfortunately for him I had sprinted forward and blocked his only escape route.

It stopped and looking at me, slowly twisting it head to a sickening angle and began to laugh. "Just kidding!"

I froze, my senses on high alert, waiting for a counterattack that was bond to come. It began to howl and twisted wildly around only to stop as its mask shattered.

A humanoid face peered at me from behind the chipped fragments. The hairy body from which it was incased in now had a distinguishable shape. But the most incredible change was the zanpakutō strapped to its back.

I hesitated, feeling a strange spirit energy that emanated of this new form. Still it was not a match for me as long as my injuries did not dampen my blows. Shunpoing forward I raised my zanpakto over my head and slashed at the exposed potion of his face. A ringing clang sounded in my ear as our blades crossed in midair.

Sharpening my spiritual pressure I hammered hard onto the offending blade causing it to crack and break. Though the effort caused more blood to pour through the holes in my chest it left my opponent without a weapon.

The sort-of-a-hollow looked at the broken weapon dumbly as if not expecting such an event, which was probably the case. I gathered spring within my legs and propelled myself forward, stabbing the blade though it's mask.

The Fisher swayed then fell, its humongous body making friends with the floor with a sickling crack. I stood over the mangled corpse looking at its broken form pitilessly.

"Rest well, hollow."

Astonishingly the Fisher lifted its blood stained head of the ground and faced me. "I was right you're just like him, shinigami."

My brows perked up; him? "What do you mean? Who is he?"

"Don't play dumb, his hair, you have his hair."

Realization sprang into my head. Of course, dad!

"And if you are like him then Aizen-sama will want you."

Aizen? I heard that name before, but where? That's right! Renji had mentioned him before, before being clubbed by Ichigo.

"Who's Aizen?" I stained to keep my voice in check, as I was brimming with curiosity at this point.

The Fisher's eye's widened. "So they never told you! You've been fighting us for years, but you don't know who we are, do you?" He chuckled "So sad to waste your life for an unknown cause. His head dropped to the ground and time passed as the hazy ashes scattered themselves.

I starred blankly into the distance, my thoughts in turmoil. Who's Aizen? An unknown cause, what did that mean? Though the question that spins my gears was, "how can a hollow have a zanpakutō?

Without warning my knees sank to meet the ground. A rush of exhaustion clang to me, its cruel fingers grappling at my lids. Pain overcame me, a stabbing throb playing at my temple. Letting myself rest I sank to the soft soil, a puddle of crimson spilling from my silent form, painting the scene in red.

No one's POV

"Well I never expected Ichigo to become a father." A soft fake smile played on Aizen's features as he looked down at the torn form of Ai Kurosaki. Chuckling softly to himself he pressed his hand to her back, presiding to heal the sleeping figure.

Gotta love those cliffys! But you probably feel like ripping my guts out. Still I kept my promise that with 5 reviews I would update and I did! Ok this time if I get 7 reviews I'll update immediately! Even if I have to… yeah you get the message. So review, Review, REVIEW if you want to see chapter 3 which will be called "The Forbidden Voice" (Evil laugh) mawhahahahaha!