"Wait a minute, I'm your grandson?" I said, "I thought you were dead and gone. How did you survive—how are you alive—"

"Sheesh, jump to conclusions why don't we", my grandfather said, "I just asked you if you wanna eat breakfast. I wasn't expecting questions after you woke up. I was hoping for something like 'Grandpa, your alive' but I guess not with you."

"I apologize." My stomach growled. "Yeah, I'm hungry. I want some food in me."

"Alright, then. But we'll continue our talk after I'm finished cooking—oh, crap I'm burning the toast! Ah, well. I'll cook some more—unless you like burnt toast?"

"No, no, no. I don't like burnt toast."

"Eh, me neither." My grandfather walked back into the kitchen, and I heard him throw away the burnt toast. I removed the sheets, and got up out of the bed. I didn't have my sandals, so I was barefoot. The floor was really clean, so I didn't mind. As I walked into the kitchen, the aroma was amazing. I smelled scrambled eggs, sausages, buttered toast from the skillet, and pancakes. I sat in the well-furnished wooden chair waiting to be served. My mouth was watering to the point where I didn't realize that my mouth was opened a bit and I drooled a little bit until after a drop of it went on the table. I instantly wiped it up with my shirt before my grandfather turned around. He gave me the plate full of food, and I was so excited to eat.

"Got that spark in your eyes like your father did whenever he was excited by something", my grandfather said staring off towards the window; "You have the same eye color like your mother. She was a very honorable lady and loved your father greatly. But you already know that, don't ya?"

"Yeah", I said staring at my plate, "Grandfather, what's your name?" I looked at eager to know my grandfather's name, and he looked back at me with a confirming look that was truthful and filled with pride.

"My name is Teiresias Irudanza Ishida", he said with a powerful tone that startled me, "I used to be excellent at fighting Hollows in my day before I retired from doing so." I looked at him in amazement, and the questions I wanted to ask him flooded my brain. He then said, "But you can refer to me as Grandpa Tyrese…oh, and PLEASE call me grandpa because 'grandfather' makes me feel old."

"Okay, Grandpa Ty", I said freely, "Mind if I call you that too? I hope it's okay."

"That's perfect! I actually like that better. Makes me feel all hip and stuff. Ya know, you made up nicknames just like your father and my son. When he was younger, he gave his grandpa a nickname—just like you."

"Really?"

"Yep", Teiresias said, "He did that to a lot of things. Kids that bullied him, girls he liked, his friends and family. Even when he was in his twenties, he called his toddler nephew Ranmaru, Ran-Ran. It was admirable for that little child to see him. His little eyes would spark up like a light whenever your father saw him. Your father would say, 'Hey, little guy. Ran-Ran', and Ranmaru would reply, 'Maru-Maru! My name is Ranmaru! Hi, Uncle!' He always was a bright child, your father…"

Instantly, I remembered that I turned into a Hollow and the tragic events that occurred last night. My family is dead, yet how was my grandfather a survivor? Now, the questions began.

"Last night, grandpa…" I said hesitantly, "I became something that I wasn't supposed to be."

Acting nonchalant, Grandpa Ty said, "Whatdaya mean? The only thing you turned into was a sleeping machine. You were out cold." I stared at him deeply into his eyes, looking fierce to the fact I wanted the truth from him. I could tell that even for a man his age, my look was burning into him.

With an unnaturally deep voice that came from out of nowhere, I demanded, "Answer me. I became a Hollow, and now I'm okay as a Shinigami in your presence. What happened and how am I still alive and my being is intact. Tell me, Teiresias." My inner anger and concern was rising, and it felt like it was getting ready to explode.

"Okay, so you want to know the truth, huh? Alright, then I'll tell you. But first eat breakfast. Then, I'll explain everything to you in the living room. It's odd being serious in a kitchen—it's just weird." Quickly, I ate breakfast. I was in such a rush in knowing the truth about what happened to me the previous night. Then again, where was I? When did I feel pain? Who attacked me? Why am I still intact? How was I taken here? So many questions I had to ask eagerly to Grandpa Ty, I couldn't take it. I devoured my sausages in one bite and I combined my eggs with my bread into a sandwich. It was something I've never tried, yet it was good despite the way I was feeling. Grandpa looked away, feeling saddened and depressed about the things he was going to hide from me and tell me. It was ridiculous that I would think that way of my grandfather like this. Yet, ANYONE would be distrusting if throughout their life they were told that their grandfather was dead and while he was alive he was unfaithful, selfish, and a traitor. Yet if you can seem calm and timid, NO ONE would believe that you would be capable of being sinister and a monster. That I know now for sure.

I finished my food about ten minutes later, and I calmly walked into my grandfather's living room. It looked like a place that seemed like the combination of a court room, a cabin, and forest woodland. Everything looked as though it flowed naturally. The chairs were wooden, yet the materials made out of the cushions were made of downed feathers. The couch was also made out of the same material. There was a bigger chair that had ornate emblems engraved in them and there were smaller silver lines with slightly larger lines that were golden along both arm rests of the bigger chair. Instantly I knew that it was my grandfather's; I would never sit in that chair unless told so. There was a fireplace that was brick red and the mesh curtain to block the flames was made of a gold alloy. The floor was wooden, and the carpeted sections under the furniture seemed to be ingrained in the floor. The carpet was of a reddish-brown, and it looked as if no one has ever dropped or spilled anything on the carpet. Nor did it look like anyone has lived in the living room. My presence walking in felt like I was intruding. My grandfather was walking behind me, and it looked like he was going to sit in the other chair, not his very own.

"I thought you were going to sit in your chair", I said in a humble tone, "It's so nice that I don't deserve to sit in it because—"

"No, I want YOU to sit in my chair", Grandpa Ty said eagerly, "You need to sit in it. There has always been something about that chair that gives one person resolve, ideas, and helps develop questions and better understanding of things. I can see you have ALL of the questions you've been thinking of in that little brain of yours." He gave me a look of reassurance for me to sit in his chair, and then I finally sat in it.

The very moment I sat in Grandpa's chair, my thoughts began to flow easily and when new thoughts came through my mind, they felt organized and uniform. My inner feelings of anxiety were beginning to calm down as my body sank deeply into the chair. At first, it was amazing how my body was so relaxed, but then I realized that this could be a trap. My grandfather could want to kill me. My eyes began to widen in fear because when I wanted to move my body and get up, I COULDN'T MOVE. It was so hard for me to move, it felt like was struggling to escape a bad dream. I would open my eyes in consciousness, and then when I want to stop resisting, I fall back into sub consciousness. I wasn't tired at all nor did I feel like relaxing due to all the questions I have to ask my grandfather. In the midst of my struggle, I asked my grandfather a question—my official first.

"Why is this chair like this, grandpa?", I asked in drowsy anger, "I wanna talk to you…answer all my questions…" My eyes would not open for the life of me. In my blurred vision, I saw my grandfather have a smile on his face quickly turn into a concerned frown.

"Oh, crap!" Teiresias said with passion, "The power is too strong. I have to get him up out of the chair before he goes into a coma", and with surprising agility, he jumped out of the chair and scooped me up out of his chair and laid me down in the other chair that he was sitting in. In a couple of moments, I wanted the choice to wake up and fight the drowsiness and instantly my eyes opened. My grandfather was sitting in his chair looking pristine and royal as he had his legs crossed comfortably. I felt awake and alert for the first time in a long time—since the second to last night before the massacre. It felt relieving, yet I felt calmer about asking questions. Despite the weird power of my grandfather's chair, I needed that. Truly, or would have been stammering on and on with my questions—running out of breath as I roll out on my words towards my grandfather. With that, I began to ask questions to grandpa.

"Grandpa Ty, where am I?" I asked him, "Am I still in Rukongai?"

With an odd expression on his face, Grandpa Ty said, "Nope. You're in Hueco Mundo, home of the Hollows. GO TEAM!" I sat there feeling confused and scared, until he began to laugh and said, "No, no, no. You're not in Hueco Mundo."

"Oh, okay. Well, that's a big relief." I looked at Grandpa and he had a serious face expression and tone when he spoke again.

"You're not in Hueco Mundo; you're in the Human World. The World of the Living." My eyes widened. How in the world could I be in the World of the Living when I've lived in the Soul Society all my life?

"How am I able to be here? How are you able to see me?"

"Remember, you have Shinigami and Quincy abilities," Teiresias said intently, "Quincy are human archers with special abilities. You're capable of co-existing in the Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and the Human World. That's how you're here." I felt a little surprised by this, yet since I have a mixed bloodline I wasn't too surprised. I asked another question.

"Well, since I'm in the Human World", I said with a slightly sassy tone, "How did I get here from the Irudanza compound?" My body tensed up as I awaited the answer from my grandfather. "Tell me the truth on how I got here. I have no idea how to create a Senkai Gate on my own…"

My grandfather finally sighed and said, "WE brought YOU to the Human World." I did not understand him. How did the both of us come here from the Soul Society?

"Is this some old man's riddle or trick? I'm not joking. How did I get you here?"

"You and I entered through around the same time. It was very interesting…what you did to get here. Astounding; I've never seen anything like that in my life since…"

"Since who? Since the last beholder of the "Dimension King" ability 2,000 years ago? If you remember HIM, I'm pretty sure you're pretty old. If that's the case, then somehow you have been exposed to the Dangai and it altered your age? That's weird, because someone HAD to have saved you from the Dangai. Or…" My memory kicked in. Grandpa Ty said his name was Teiresias Irudanza-Ishida. He was a Shinigami/Quincy hybrid like me. Now I know he's old, but experienced.

"I remembered feeling like I turned into a Hollow", I said carefully, "So, how was I able to get here? With you bringing me to the Human World?"

My grandpa gave me a look that read if I really wanted to know the answer. I returned a look of confidence and not being afraid of the truth and exposure of a harsh truth. My entire family in Rukongai has been massacred by ONE Hollow in one night; how bad could this possibly be than that?

"Yes, child. You turned into a menacing Hollow", Teirese said grimly, "An Adjuchas-class to be accurate, and when I battled against you, you nearly killed me. I had to cut and talk some sense to you before I realized you were my grandson. I recognized that even though you had a Hollow hole, there was a rim of where a Soul Chain has existed before. I was well aware that you were the next in line with the "Dimension King", simply because your mother tried too hard to mask your reiatsu while you were developing."

"So, she didn't want me to have the "Dimension King" ability?", I asked intently, "Wow…she wanted for me to just be a normal child, didn't she? She was aware of the risks attributed to my fate…" I held my head down, with a tear running down my face. I couldn't help it, really. She's my mother—the one who helped me live during the first stages of my life, and sought to protect it to her last dying breath. I'm sure she didn't want me to suffer like this, but I never suffered in my life up until last night.

"That is true, Janzura. She never wanted to have to deal with the jealously, accolades, criticism, and skepticism from everyone in the Soul Society. ESPECIALLY in the Gotei 13. Her pregnancy was something she wanted to be normal and typical, nothing fatal and tragic nor special and publicized. Just an average birth in an average family…yet NOTHING in the Irudanza family are average. Not for the past 2,000 years…"

"I know that well, grandpa. Not to be rude, but how did I get here last night?" The mood changed from being solemn to serious again.

Without delay, Teirese instantly said, "You used a Garganta, trying to run away from the pain…but little did you know that you were headed to Hueco Mundo. So to interfere with the direction, I developed a Senkai Gate in the direction I steered your body into. Almost in an instant, your Hollow form disappeared and you were back to normal." Grandpa looked at me with a sad face and said, "You had a long night, Janzura. There can only be so much pain and suffering one can deal with being a child. When you were a Hollow, you screamed not in anger, but in agony and heartache. A hole formed in your chest because you suffered so much deep in your heart that your Soul Chain caved in and underwent Encroachment. Fortunately, that process stopped and reversed itself."

"So was that Hollow form just for the moment, or sit still exists within me?"

"If you had been an average Shinigami, I would say that was temporary", Teirese said with a troubled tone, "Yet since you inherited the Dimension King ability, the possibilities are endless. You probably won't ever have it happen again, or it's hiding within your reiatsu or your sub consciousness, waiting to resurface again. That's not the best thing for me to say to you, but I'm only considering what's possible."

"That's IMPOSSIBLE I've never known in the history of known worlds for someone to have an inner hollow!"

"True, but if the Dimension King exists within the Irudanza family for thousands of years, then anything is possible, grandson." I took a couple of moments to let this radical idea set in that certain things are possible, and little did I know that what Grandpa Ty said to me would stay with me forever. Plus, his statement would become valid in the near future, being the answer to anything I wondered why anything happened.

"I guess so", I said, "So, let me get this straight: my entire family in the Soul Society was exterminated by Aizen and his Arrancar accomplice, Shirakenza. Due to obvious heartache, I transformed into a violent Hollow and since you sensed my spiritual pressure being Hollowfied, you came into the Soul Society to find me and save me from myself and my instinctive nature to go to Hueco Mundo—and take me to the Human World. Yet, the one thing that I question is how did you use a Senkai Gate when you retired from being a Soul Reaper to retrieve me? The REAL answer, grandpa."

After a couple of moments, Teirese said, "There is someone here that is very skilled in what he does. I got a chance to know him well over many years, and he helped out greatly last night. If hadn't been for him, you would have been a Hollow, roaming Hueco Mundo eating other Hollows and souls to survive to maintain your form and mental capacity…and I would never see my grandson, living my life completely alone…"

"Who is this person who helped me?", I asked, "I owe him my life and my complete gratitude." My grandpa looked at me with a slight grin on his face.

"What you said just now proves that you have Shinigami and Quincy blood. 'I owe you my life'—those are the words of a Soul Reaper. 'My complete gratitude'—those are the words of a Quincy. A mixed vocabulary such as yours can bring you vital respect from others, especially from the Gotei 13 and Ryūken."

"Who is—"

"Ryūken is your uncle from the Ishida family of Quincy."

"Wow…one of the last surviving Quincy that exists in the world. Grandpa Ty, do we count?"

"As a whole, yes. Pure blood, no. He is 100% of Quincy origin. We have the Shinigami within us, so we aren't pure. But that's what makes us so special. For example, how do you think this house was built?"

"Judging from the walls, out of wood", I said while scanning my surroundings, "Oh, what you built this? When did you build this?"

"During my younger days as a Soul Reaper", Teirese said, "To be honest, here's how I built this house: the foundation was built with my pure strength, blood, sweat, and tears. The walls? Kidō. The roof? Condensed reiatsu. The furniture within this house, especially this chair: a combination of all three." I couldn't help but be surprised that my grandfather went through so much hard work to build such a house. I was in doubt of having mixed blood—now I'm prouder of my origin than ever before. Yet in that same moment, I became overcome with sadness, on the verge of tears.

Feeling my bottom lip quiver with eyes watering, I said, "…I miss my daddy…I miss my mommy…they didn't deserve…no one deserves…", and I broke down in tears again, with tears falling down into the fabric of the chair. My grandpa came over to me to comfort me, picking me up from the chair and hugging me deeply.

"I understand your heartache and pain", Grandpa Ty said wearily, "They were my family, too. I lost my only son, and my favorite daughter in-law…along with my family of Quincy. It seems to be that our fate ended up being identical in some sorts…sigh…I miss them so." Even though I was sobbing, I didn't want to cry to the point where my nose would be running and I had my breathing heavy. But as soon as I felt something drop on my arm, I knew that he was crying.

"I can tell you don't want to start bawling", Grandpa Ty said with hardly a breath in his voice, "But right now, you took it the hardest by watching all of it. Cry, grandson. Cry like a baby like you want to. Don't hold back", and as soon as he said that, I did. Tears were flowing like a stream, and in that moment, my grandfather picked me up and held me like a baby, rocking me while I continued to cry.

"He looks like my son when he used to cry, yet his passionate crying is just like his mother", Teirese thought, "He is going to be a very unique child when he gets older. I know it." I was still being rocked back and forth, and I started to feel safe—something I haven't felt in a while. Since I was getting older, my mother didn't comfort me as much as she used to, and now that I know that an Arrancar is roaming around with Aizen, I truly feel insecure and unsafe. I don't feel like I could trust anyone—not even my own grandfather, yet since he's cradling me and occasionally wiping my runny nose, I think he has nothing to hide from me.

After about ten minutes later, I was finished crying. I had no more tears left to cry. I sniffled and wiped my face with tissues. I got up from my grandfather's lap and stood up straight, with my fists balled up. Anger surged through me like electricity, and pain and suffering being the conductors—the product of revenge.

"Janzura, I understand that you're still upset", Grandpa Ty said, "But judging by that look on your face, I think you're more than upset."

"Yes I am", I said with a growl, "I know what I have to do, grandpa. Something I feel that I'm destined to do, and the fate that precedes me."

My grandpa had a frown on his face, and he frowned even more when he looked into my eyes. He saw what he feared: my bloodthirsty lust for revenge.

"Janzura, there's no need to have revenge—"

"What? Do you think I'm going to allow that Arrancar rip and run around killing anyone she deems is worthy to Aizen? No, if I can't stop Aizen myself, I'll kill Shirakenza at least. She HAS TO D—" In an instant, my grandpa hand cover my mouth. In anger, I swiped it away and said, "She has to DIE. By my hands, and my hands alone, grandpa. To that end…I need you to train me to become a Soul Reaper." I looked into his sad eyes filled with sympathy and refusal, while I only returned my anxiety to bring justice and exact revenge on Shirakenza.

"Sigh…you have that vengeful look on your face that resembles your father, and those sharp, sinister eyes that would stop at nothing to reach a goal like your mother", Grandpa Ty said to me with adoration, "Fine, I'll teach you. Technically, you're supposed to have a zanpakutō to be a Soul Reaper, but I'll teach you hand-to-hand combat skills. On top of that, I'll show you how to hold and maintain your spiritual energy and pressure. Once I teach you these things, you will be an agile fighter and a skilled fighter."

"Is there any way I can use a sword?", I asked desperately, "I would be even better off even stronger. Please, grandpa?"

"I cannot guarantee that, but I'll try to get you a zanpakutō. Only by earning it will you obtain a zanpakutō. In all honesty, I don't think you would need one with all the training you gonna do with me."

"Oh, really? What can an old man like YOU teach me? I'm kidding, grandpa! If it wasn't for you, I would've been a Hollow; I wouldn't exist nor would I have been safe with you. I owe you EVERYTHING." Surprisingly, my mood changed dramatically into being happy and content. I could tell my face expression changed, and my grandpa saw the happiness and eagerness in my eyes. I knew that in the years to come, I would be so strong and willing to fight for my family, to restore honor.

To restore honor by killing Shirakenza, Aizen's Arrancar accomplice and exacting the revenge I have for the Irudanza family. I am happy and content—my mood changed, but my intentions—NEVER.