AN: Don't kill me please? I said I would post and look what it did! I made everything worse. Oh can't spoil, anyway leave a comment, helps me get my lazy and twisted ass into gear!

Also don't own bleach, mr tite does.

~~~woosh~~~(oxo)

*Clack, Clack*

The sound of a wooden cane stamped against the polished floor of the meeting hall, causing a dead silence to fall upon the room that was once filled with confused mutters. A set of old wizened eyes fell upon the two rows of captains, before reaching the captain of squad 12.

"Kurotsuchi-taicho, what is the meaning of calling a captains meeting on such short notice!"

Drooping eyes widened slowly to take in the suspiciously smirking form of the mad scientist, a slight frown appearing on wrinkled lips.

"Well it has come to my attention, and our division's radars, that a vasto lorde has made an appearance in the world of the living... more specifically on the outskirts of Karakura."

All eyes shot wide at the mention of such a menos appearing at all, let alone showing itself in the world of the living. A man with long hair the color of snow and a sickly face stepped out of line, eyes wide in a mixture of concern and disbelief.

"H-how can this be? In the last thousand years our records have only recorded a total of 3 sightings! And 2 of them were arrancar! A menos of that tier appearing in the world of the living on its own?! That can't be right!"

A glare was leveled at the white haired male. "Do you question my sources?! You, who has none of my scientific expertise and talent?! How DARE you?! I created our detection system fro-"

"KUROTSUCHI!" The head captain bellowed, causing the madman's glare to fall flat before bowing his blue pharaoh crowned head in submission.

"I am deeply sorry head captain, now where was I? Oh yes, my team studied the hollows actions. It's reiastu disappeared within Karakura woods before spiking to the level of an arrancar of 5th espada level. I believe it still resides in Karakura this very moment."

The elder shinigami leader raised a hand from his cane to stroke his beard in troubled thought.

"Yes, this is indeed cause for concern... Kuchiki-taicho, Hitsugaya-taicho, and Abarai-fukutaicho will go to the world of the living, capture the hollow and bring it to the Seireitei to be questioned and then cleansed. We need to find its reasoning for taking refuge in the world of the living. Your mission starts now!"

"Yes, head captain!" Three voices proclaimed synonymously.

*Clack, clack*

(^~^)

All he knew was pain as he dragged himself from the pits of unconsciousness. A drowsy pair of amber eyes strained open before slamming shut once more at the sharp headache the light of the room caused.

He blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the searing light, his vision slowly clearing to reveal a familiar wooden ceiling.

The teen turned his head with effort to see complementary green and tan walls and a wooden floor as well as registering the white futon he was laying on.

'This... this is Geta boshi's shop...How did I end up here?' Ichigo narrowed his eyes in concentration, covering his eyes with the back of his hand in a effort to recall his most recent memories.

'I was walking home from school and then...I can't remember. Why can't I remember?'

The sound of a shoji door opening caught his attention, dropping his hand to rest on his thin chest. His eyes snapped toward it to see a white and forest green hat, covering oddly mournful gray eyes. The expression changed to form a forced smile as the man walked passed the doorway to stand within the room.

"Hello Kurosaki-san, your probably wondering why you spent the night at my lovely establishment!~" Ichigo stiffly moved his arms behind him to pry himself into a sitting position, grimacing with the effort it took to push his body upward, but succeeded nonetheless.

"Please take it easy, Tessai-san spent all night trying to heal you." Urahara said offhandedly before staring at the youth with a serious expression. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is your powers have returned..."

Ichigo's eyes widened, grasping the futon under him. This...this has to be a dream... there's no way! Nonetheless he couldn't help but let a minuscule amount of hope enter his weary heart.

"The bad news is that your more hollow than shinigami, an arrancar, maybe even less. Your in your human body at the moment, but I wouldn't leave it since your reiastu is still incredibly unstable." The orange head paused for a moment. This had to be a joke, there was no way. He must've finally lost it.

He laughed mirthlessly for several minutes before calming to regain his breath, he didn't know why that scared him to be without breath. "This can't be real, this has to be a dream."

Moving to get up, Ichigo hissed in pain, his abdomen sending a burning sensation throughout his body and causing him to stumble. "What the...?" He righted himself,crossing his legs before rubbing soft circles on his abdomen in hopes to relieve some of the pain.

"You were... attacked...by a vasto lorde hollow, he injected you with foreign reiastu which drew out your latent damaged spiritual energy, but you will feel a lot of pain until the foreign reiastu dissipates."

Ichigo's face fell, quickly realizing this was too complicated a situation to be a dream, not only that but the searing pain was much too vivid.

Ichigo cast Urahara a forlorn look, nibbling the inside of his cheek as he struggled to process the information. He tried once more to remember what happened, instantly regretting his effort when images and scenes of his rape flashed rapidly through his mind.

"N-no, this is all a dream! This can't be real... yea that's it...! Nothing but a nightmare!" Ichigo whispered, eyes wide as his body quivered, hysteria beginning to take hold. The shadows blanketing the eccentric shop keepers gray eyes, as well as the tensed frown more than confirmed Ichigo's fears.

A overwhelming nausea invaded the orange haired teen, causing him to lurch forward and vomit what little he had eaten- he didn't even want to think about it -onto the floorboards next to him. Ichigo grimaced at the smell and shimmied off the futon and away from the puddle before curling in on himself as the pain returned with a vengeance.

"I-I...w-want to go home." His voice was hoarse and dripping with exhaustion, eyes drooping closed, and sleep beginning to overwhelm his efforts to stay awake.

"Don't worry Kurosaki-san, as soon as you get some rest I will see about returning you home."

Ichigo stared brokenly at the shopkeeper through lidded eyes as his mind flooded with more images, causing him to crawl to a corner of the room and curl up there. All he wanted was peace... not this, anything but this. He kept recalling those horrible words, the words that made his shattered heart drop deep into the pit of his stomach.

"I don't plan to kill you anytime soon, In fact, I plan to fill you so full of my seed you'll have no option but to be the carrier of my young!"

Every time that phrase repeated in his head a fresh wave of pain flew through his body, each worse than the last, like those very words where causing his suffering. If only the thing causing this much pain could just kill him already.

Suddenly a stabbing pain came from his chest causing him to yowl aloud and curl tightly into himself. He finally allowed his body to fall limp and darkness to take over his consciousness hoping the pain would just end."

(^o.o^)

When he awoke he froze at what was laid before him, he was standing over his own body, his human body, staring at the hollow hole that had formed in his chest.

Blood was flowing onto the wooden floor and guts were tumbling from the hole and splattering the floor with blood creating a gory and disgusting scene.

Horrified eyes stared blankly at his own body as he prepared to cry out in horror, raising his hands to the sides of his head only to pause open mouthed when he felt something...horns...serrated, sharp, jagged and pointing forward like a bull's. Afraid to look he dragged his gaze down toward his chest seeing...(you know what...I don't have to break myself trying to write this, he's basicly his vasto lorde form when he fought ulqui but without a mask and a thin lizardlike tail) his hollow hole staring back like a endless void.

He let out a horrified scream, all that came was the scream of a hollow. His eyes widened and he scrambled to cover his mouth as tears rolled down his cheeks.

He was a monster, a hollow, the things that murdered his mother and harmed his family. He dropped to his knees staring at his dead body. Ichigo's eyes began to grow hazed the longer he sat, staring at his own blood and organ covered body, no longer staring at his body in horror but instead with a strange leer of hunger.

He felt so starved, so hungry...what the fuck?! What was he thinking! He couldn't! But one bite couldn't hurt right? Maybe just a finger? NO! But the hunger...it hurts...so badly...We can't!...must...STOP!...eat.

He crawled forward prepared to bite into his own flesh, just to sate the burning hunger that overwhelmed him. He picked up his forearm opening his jaws wide prepared to bite into the no doubt delicious flesh of his arm.

"Bakudo number 61: Rikujokoro!"

Ichigo shot up at the voice, turning in the blink of an eye as six large beams of light stabbed into his torso, leaving him unable to move and gazing into the stunned/saddened eyes of the shop owner. Urahara let his arm fall gazing into the glazed and hungry eyes, the room silent except for the drip of saliva running from the corners of the possessed teenager's mouth only to hit the floor.

"Sorry about that Kurosaki-kun, would you like some tea instead? Maybe a bowl of miso soup?" Even though his tone was light and airy, the former shinigami's eyes reflected an underlying message. 'Or would you rather I put you out of your misery instead?'

A low inhuman growl bubbled from Ichigo's throat, predatory in nature and frightening in its ferocity. A buffet, that's what he saw, not the man who helped him multiple times, but a large juicy steak for him to devour, but he couldn't get to him, couldn't reach his prey. So the orange haired hollow struggled fruitlessly against the bindings. His prey was taunting him!

*Crack*

It happened in slow motion, two former allies only several feet away, the cracking of bindings, a white clawed hand reaching forward to harm the being in front of it, the slam of the shoten door, three sets of footsteps, the slam of another door, the flash of white and pink, then darkness.