A/N: Well here is chapter 2 and the point where things start to make sense… a little. And this story will have an eventual couple but I am going to be tight-lipped about it for now but next chapter I will reveal who it is. Anyway please leave a review and let me know what you think.

Songs: N.I.B. by Black Sabbath, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd, My Last Words by Megadeth.

Disclaimer: Chapter 1

Soundless Sky

The empty room gave way to a somewhat eerie feeling. It was lit but that didn't get rid of the dark feeling that presented itself. It was like watching a horror movie in the daytime, it did little to comfort your nerves.

Rukia Kuchiki sat in the big office room awaiting her meeting. After she had returned from bringing a soul to heaven she had been greeted with a message that the head captain wanted to see her. It was never a good thing to see the head captain.

Rukia was a member of the Angel Army and not a seated officer. So her job was to go into the world of the living to pick up souls and bring them to Heaven. She had been doing so the past forty years. The army of angels was there to defend innocent souls against the demons that tried to take or devour them.

The angels were masters of spiritual pressure which came from souls that were strong and had room for improvement. They would be drafted into the army and sent into a training academy to become powerful beings wielding the spiritual arts.

The strongest of these were the lieutenants and captains of the army. They each controlled their own division and had their own duties, depending on the division. Each angel also had their own zanpakuto or soul cutter. It was a sword that manifested itself from the angel. Depending on the person each zanpakuto was different.

The leader of the first division was known as the head captain, the leader of all the other captains and angels and he took his work very seriously. So when Rukia heard she was summoned to see him, she was feeling very uneasy.

"It's alright Rukia you will be okay." She told herself as she sat in his office. It was huge, compared to that of her brother's. The room was not very decorative save a few paintings and the giant flag symbol of the first division which was positioned behind the large desk.

Rukia sat in utter silence awaiting the head captain when the door opened behind her. She jumped slightly but kept her composure. She heard footsteps coming from behind her and they stopped right in front of her. She slowly bowed her head. "Good evening Head Captain." She said very politely.

She heard soft chuckling and looked up. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw it wasn't the head captain. "My apologies lieutenant Aizen-sama." She said in a soft voice.

Lieutenant of the first division Sosuke Aizen smiled warmly at her. "Rukia Kuchiki, I am surprised to see you here. Is everything alright?" He asked with concern.

Rukia nodded slightly. "Yes, I… was just summoned to see the head captain is all."

Aizen nodded knowingly and continued walking over to the desk. "So I have heard." His voice dropped which made Rukia feel even worse. "Don't worry he will be here shortly and everything will be sorted out."

Rukia gulped not feeling the slightest at ease. Aizen went about his duties carefully placing documents on the captain's desk before standing next to it. His face was bright and he always seemed to smile. His hair was brown and slightly long falling into his eyes. His eyes were a soft brown but hidden underneath his glasses. He was generally liked by all the angels in the divisions and a very bright one at that. He was once the captain of the fifth division but gave that up when he went to be a lieutenant underneath the head captain. It was an odd choice but he assured everyone it was so that he could learn more from the head captain.

The doors to the office burst open once more and the sound of footsteps echoed in the room. Aizen promptly bowed and said: "Captain." Rukia followed as well as she bowed her head as the captain walked right past her. He didn't acknowledge the two as he sat down at his desk and went through some papers. Rukia looked up a little to see him speeding through form after form until there were none left. Aizen then took the forms and bowed once more taking a step off to the side but didn't leave the room. The captain seemed to finally register that Rukia was in the room.

"Ah Kuchiki-san, how very pleasant of you to stop by on such short notice." The head captain said cheerfully swinging his feet on his desk looking very unprofessional. "Please take a seat, I apologize to have kept you waiting."

"Thank you head captain Urahara-dono." Rukia said walking up and sitting in a chair in front of his desk.

Kisuke Urahara, captain of the first division and head captain of the 13 angel divisions. He was awarded his position due to his massive intellect and his skill in battle. He was also the head of the research division which he shared with the 12 division captain and Aizen. He was most noted for his childish behavior and his serious but playful manner of dealing with situations.

"Would you care for some tea?" He offered which Rukia declined politely. He took his feet off his desk and took out his fan covering his face with it. "Well then, down to business." He said in a more serious manner. "I bet you are wondering why I called you here. Well to put to the point you had a… unusual visit today from a demon. Care to explain what happened?"

"Yes sir, I was called to retrieve a soul and when I got there the demon was kneeling over her body and was next to her spirit so I-"

"Was he trying to take the soul?" Urahara cut in.

Rukia thought back before continuing. "No, it appeared he was just calmly standing there observing the situation."

"And his weapon?"

"It was in the ground at least six feet away from him."

Urahara nodded thoughtfully. "So he did not pose an immediate threat."

"But sir he was a demon. He had the mask and a hole in his chest."

Urahara snapped his fan shut. "A hole in the center of his chest, where the heart is?"

Rukia looked at him quizzically. "Uh, yes that's right."

He took a moment to think things over before waving his hand that had the fan in it. "Continue."

"Well I had thought he would try to take the soul so I was ready to fight but he seemed…" Rukia paused thinking of the right word. "Confused, like he didn't know who or what I was." Urahara's eyes widened slightly at that. "Then he took his weapon and retreated back saying he didn't want to fight me."

Urahara's eyes shifted to Aizen who stared back at him. "And nothing else?" Urahara asked looking back at the young Kuchiki.

"No that was all." She admitted.

Urahara leaned back and thought for a moment. He motioned for Aizen to open the door as he stood back up and put his fan back over his face. "Well if that's everything than you can go back to your duties Kuchiki-san."

Rukia stood up and bowed. "Thank you captain Urahara-dono." She turned and began walking out the door.

"One more thing." Kisuke called out to her. "What was he wearing?"

Rukia turned back and thought for a moment. "He was dressed… well like an angel. He was wearing a black Shihakusho."

Beneath his fan Kisuke smirked. "Thank you, you may go."

Rukia bowed once more and left. Aizen said farewell and shut the door walking back to Kisuke's desk. Kisuke turned and looked out the giant window on the side of the room. Aizen came up behind him and looked on as well.

"You didn't want to ask about his hair to confirm it?" Aizen asked with a playful grin.

Kisuke shrugged. "Why bother, we know it's him. The question is, why it took so long for him to pop back up."

The rising of the sun came as swiftly as it had left. The light gave way to the new day for all on the planet. The demon named Hollow, or so he had been told, was lying with his face to the sky on a roof.

He was staring at the sky watching the night disappear and the light come back. His blade, Zangetsu, was situated to the right of him with the cloth wrapped around it. He had been up there almost all night.

After the angel had left he sped off in the other direction just in case another one of them came. He had stumbled into the middle of a street and saw that people were staring at him. He quickly dashed away when they were screaming about his giant sword. He didn't understand why they could all of a sudden see him. He ran and ran until he reached a quiet place. He jumped up to the roof of a large square building and stayed there the rest of the night.

He had been going over last night's events in his mind. The more he thought the more he had questions. He was sure that no one had seen him during the day, but at night everyone saw him. If that was true than he had to watch himself at night. Also, when that badge thing he carried went off he felt like he was taken over by something. He knew what he did and he did it willingly but he didn't know where the knowledge of how to take a man's soul came from. And he had remembered how to fight when the moment came, but now he didn't remember.

Also, what happened to the girl? Did she die? Is that what happens to people when they die? The turn into a ghostly figure and get picked up by an angel? And what was an angel? Did that angel truly refer to him as an enemy? Still so many questions and no answers.

The sound of the city waking up caught his ears. He turned over and looked down over the edge to see that people were up and going about their day. He decided it was time to test his theory about people not seeing him during the day.

He stood up and grabbed his massive sword and slung it on his back. As he looked over the edge once more the sky turned black in an instant. He looked up at the dark sky and had an uneasy feeling. There had been clouds in the sky but no black ones and yet the sun was blotted out by them now. Lightning and thunder came out of the clouds that yielded no rain. Hollow looked back ahead to see a familiar dark cloaked man standing on air. He held his ground but reached up with his right hand to grasp his blade.

"A little defensive are we?" The Devil said floating towards the demon.

"Why are you here?" Hollow said not letting go of the handle.

"To give you a little, friendly, advice." The air around them froze but Hollow felt the dark heat radiating off of the Devil.

"I don't want advice. I want answers!" Hollow yelled pulling off his blade as the cloth came off the sword. He pointed the tip at the dark figure. "And I want them now."

Evil laughter filled the air behind the demon. His eyes widened as the Devil was now behind him facing the opposite way. Hollow glanced down to see that his massive blade was no longer in his hand. He turned his head ever so slightly to see over his shoulder. He was stunned to see the Devil holding Zangetsu by the blade part.

"Are you threatening me?" The Devil asked, still having his back to Hollow. The demon didn't dare move or say a word. He could feel the burning in his entire body with how close the Devil was to him. He wasn't afraid but he was weaponless and he would be trying to attack an opponent that obviously outclassed him. As the Devil was met with silence he grinned wickedly. "Didn't think so."

The Devil returned to his old spot in front of Hollow but still held his blade. "But I did come to answer some of your questions." The Devil threw the giant sword at Hollow. The demon didn't take his eyes off the Devil as he caught the quickly spinning blade by the handle like it was a toy. "First, this thing," the Devil began holding up the skull pendant that Hollow had used last night to take the man's soul. The demon looked down at his belt to see that he had taken that as well. "This is your soul reaping badge. It activates when a soul worthy of taking is near you. Obviously you know how to use it, simply hold it up to the desired soul and pour some of your spiritual pressure into it."

He too threw it back at the Hollow. He caught it with his left hand in front of his face. He took a moment to look at it as the Devil continued. "The eyes light up more and more the closer you are to a targeted soul." The demon tied the tie to the handle of his sword and looked back up at the Devil. "You may have noticed that at night you are seen by mortals. That is so that you are able to hunt evil souls at night. When the sun is up however, you are invisible to all."

"What is an angel?" The demon interrupted. He needed to know and he had better get a straight answer.

The Devil paused for a moment, choosing how to best answer the question. "The angels, are the warriors of Heaven. They are to Heaven as you are to Hell. They collect the good souls as you collect the evil ones. Avoid any confrontation if you can but destroy them if you get the chance, for they will not hesitate to destroy you. They are your ultimate enemy."

The demon swallowed his question about the angel he had met last night. He didn't need to tell the Devil anything about that.

"No for the reason you exist." The Devil formed a scroll out of darkness into his hand and Hollow grabbed his head with his left hand and shut his eyes. He could hear screaming of pain and agony coming from the scroll. It was like the paper was alive. The scroll was black with red trimmed along the side. The Devil opened it up and his red eyes focused on his demon. "There is a reason I needed you in the world of the living. There has been a… complication recently. A lot of evil souls broke out of Hell and escaped to here. Usually some escape all the time and I use my other demons to retrieve them but not this many." He let go of the scroll and it disappeared.

The Hollow froze as the Devil was right in front of him before he could blink. The Devil lifted his hand and extended one dark finger towards the demon's mask. The air itself froze with the closeness of the evil creature. As his finger touched the demon's mask he was hit with a flood of names and figures. He took a step back and held his hand up to his mask gasping in pain. He took a step forward and swung his blade at the Devil who caught it with ease. Hollow leaned his head forward, not caring about what he had just done.

"What the hell was that?" He screamed at the Devil.

"It was the list of all the escaped souls I need you to track down." The demon narrowed his eyes and made no move to lower the blade that the Devil still had a hold of. "They are evil souls, they can take the form of their old human bodies but they can change. They need to feed on other souls in order to stay in the world of the living." The demon widened his eyes and slowly lowered his blade. The Devil let go of it and they stood still face to face. "They change into their true demonic nature, depending on their power and soul they will look different. Only few will be strong enough to turn into something like you as most will change into a form of a monster. They will look intimidating but their spiritual pressure is nothing compared to you."

"You said that before, spiritual pressure. What is it?" Hollow asked.

"It is your power as a spiritual being. Any soul can increase it but some are limited due to their weak soul. But in rare cases, like you, a soul can be born with an astounding spiritual pressure and can still increase it. That is why I chose you, for your spiritual pressure is as high as the angels. You are a very powerful thing Hollow, and very… dangerous."

The Devil turned and began to walk away. "Retrieve the souls and I may gift you with more knowledge, depending on your performance." He added before disappearing. The clouds went as quickly as they came and the sky returned to being a sunny day.

Hollow looked at the spot the Devil used to be at then to his sword. He stared at the badge before looking back out at the world. It seemed he had a purpose, for the time being, but his true goal seemed to spark back to his mind. He wanted to find out who he was and why he was like this now.

Up in the heaven's, the halls of the army barracks were bustling as almost every angel was mobilized. They were all running to their assigned stations and divisions as the chaos enveloped them all.

Inside the office of the first division, the head captain sat quietly looking outside his window. The alarm and the sound of angels running about was deaf on his ears. He was sitting with his fingers intertwined in front of his face. He had a firm dark glare on his features as his eyes stayed trained a spot on the wall underneath the brim of his hat. His mind reeled on the current situation.

The angels were on high alert due to the outbreak of evil souls from Hell that happened recently. Urahara had known of this outbreak as did the rest of the angels, but they didn't know which souls and where they had gone. Until now. A recent report from the world of the living earned the location of two escaped souls. And now the high ranking captains of the angel army were gathering for an emergency meeting and the rest of the angels prepared to fight, only awaiting the command.

Urahara's eyes fell to the piece of paper sitting in front of him. He had received it only a few minutes before he called an emergency meeting. The paper stated that the general, the strongest angel in the army, was coming down to meet with them regarding their situation.

The general was the real commander of the army of angels, or the Gotei 13 that the general had named. He had named it, because he created it. Thousands of years earlier he had created it as a means to fight the demons that terrorized the souls of humans and angels. He was the former head captain but went up a position when the Gotei 13 needed more direct observation. He had chosen Kisuke Urahara because of the man's great intellect as well as his fighting ability. But mostly he had chosen the young captain because of his keen interest in overseeing all the matters the Gotei 13 had to deal with.

When Kisuke first started in the Gotei 13 he was a mystery. The man with a gifted mind and gifted spiritual pressure was truly defined of a mystery. He rose quietly in his early years to the rank of lieutenant before anyone knew it. After a while he was promoted to captain of the twelfth division and created the Technical Research Bureau, which he is still the head of this day. As his time as the division captain he was regarded by the head captain as the smartest person in the Gotei 13 and a cunning leader. Years later he was promoted to the head captain spot as the former head captain stepped up to be the general and overall commander of all the angels, while the head captain watched over the Gotei 13 itself.

Least to say, when the general called a meeting, it had to be serious. And that was the current mood of the entire Gotei 13. Kisuke looked up to see his lieutenant step in. "The captains are all on their way." Sosuke Aizen said with a neutral expression.

Kisuke sighed and stood up. He reached over and grabbed hit captain's haori off his chair and slung it over his shoulders. He walked swiftly out of the room and down the hall with his lieutenant following. He knew what this meeting was about and he was going to have a tough time trying to convince the general.

Kisuke Urahara arrived right on time inside the meeting room and was delighted to see all the other captains lined up, waiting for him. He had a large grin on his face as he greeted them. "Ah thank you all for showing up on such short notice." Kisuke said standing in front of the line of captains. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble for all of you."

The captains remained silent. They were all used to Kisuke's strange personality and odd way of dealing with situations. Kisuke still smiled at the silence and broke out his fan, covering his face, all but his eyes. "Well then, let's get started." Lieutenant Aizen came up to the side of him and handed him a small paper. Kisuke took it and lowered his fan. "First I'd like to open saying that I did not call this meeting. No, it was the general." Some of the captains realized the magnitude of that statement while others did not care. "He will be here shortly but I wanted to start by saying almost everything discussed in this meeting is…" Urahara gave a dramatic pause and brought the fan back up to his mouth. "Confidential."

As he finished the door across the room opened wide. It gave way to a dramatic silence as two figures stepped into the room. The first was a middle aged man with gray hair and a thin mustache. He wore a custom haori that was white and black resembling a little of the regular white captains uniform. His name was Chojiro Sasakibe, former lieutenant of the first division and the personal bodyguard of the general. His power was as great as any captain but he rarely used it.

Behind him walked in the general. This old looking man was anything but what he looked. His bald head revealed a massive scar on the top. His long white beard stretched almost down to his waist. He wore a bulky white haori with no division marking on the back. He carried with him a giant staff that he almost always leaned on but no Zanpakuto on his waist. He was the former head captain and the current general, General Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto. The strongest of all the angels.

He walked towards the meeting of captains and all bowed their heads, even Urahara. He walked past the long line of captains without stopping and stood in front of Kisuke. "Head Captain Urahara, I commend you for calling this meeting so soon." The old man said.

"Anything for you General Yamamoto-sama." Urahara said letting his playful smile return to his face. The general just looked at him silently and walked past him. Urahara's smile went away and he watched Yamamoto with his eyes. He knew that this meeting would go south.

"I have called you all here for an important matter." The general said stopping at the other end of the room. To his right was the captains of the Gotei 13, and to his left was the head captain. Sasakibe stood behind him to his left. "It pertains to the massive breakout of souls from Hell that occurred not too long ago. So far, we have no information on the break out. However, we have found out that the number of souls is well over twenty, the most in the past century. While we have not located them all we have found the location of two. I have requested to keep the 13 divisions on high alert while placing a few divisions in control of the living world sectors so that there will be an immediate response. I have already spoken with certain captains and the divisions that will send soldiers to the world of the living are three, five, six, eight, and thirteen."

All captains agreed quietly at the order given. Yamamoto took a moment to see if there was any objections. "Also, we have not had any activity of demons going after their breakout of evil souls. In the past Hell has sent their own men to clean up their mess, so far our research has found no unusual outbreaks of demons. But I know that he will not sit idly by while souls escape his realm. If any of your men see a demon confront one of the escaped souls, tell them to observe and see if the demon goes away peacefully afterwards. If they are confronted, then they will do as we of the Gotei 13 have always done."

General Yamamoto took a pause and his eyes traveled to Urahara. "As for another matter I will let Head Captain Urahara have the floor."

"You are very kind as always General Yamamoto-sama." Kisuke said waving his fan at the old general. Yamamoto grunted and a vein in the back of his head popped out in frustration at the uncaring mood he was displaying.

Kisuke cleared his throat and clasped his fan, his eyes went from playful to serious. "Recently one of our angels made contact with what appears to be a demon. While I do not have a photo for all of you I can tell you that his appearance makes him different from all other demons we have faced. While evil souls, not demons, that escape from Hell have the ability to turn into their former human bodies they also turn into their true evil selves, usually a towering creature that survives by devouring souls of live humans, angels, even demons. But, true demons cannot take human form, they are forever in their demon form, unseen by humans like us. They wear a mask that usually covers their faces and also have a hole somewhere on their body, signifying that they are no longer living. The highest of demons also carry a Zanpakuto, like us, and have their own abilities in comparison with our kido, but they usually dress in white. However, like us they only leave Hell when on an assignment to the living world. We have not gotten into a direct battle with them in several decades, while we have been keeping this strenuous peace do not expect it to last." Urahara finished with a small smirk.

"Now that the small history recap is out of the way, down to the real matter. The demon that one of us made contact with." Urahara looked over at Aizen with his eyes and the lieutenant gave him another piece of paper. "He was spotted in the outskirts of Karakura Town last night. We have almost nothing on his appearance or origins but what we did get was a brief measure of spiritual pressure during the moment he was spotted. His strength was mostly repressed but what we did chart down was a spiritual pressure higher than most demons that enter the world of the living to capture escaped souls." He took a moment to show everyone the paper. "At the Technical Research Bureau we usually label the demons strength on levels. Most escaped souls are level one or two while most demons that retrieve them are level four. This strength level system is highly experimental and we have yet to calibrate it to record higher levels, say a captain-level angel, or a high-ranking demon. But we can record a positive reading up to level ten. This demon however, was a level seven. His level was that of a higher ranking demon and it was still heavily repressed. When I mean repressed is that the readings were still fluctuating when we received the level. My theory is that he does not even know that he has this great power."

"What are you saying Urahara?" Yamamoto said looking directly at the head captain.

Kisuke's face fell as he knew his proposition would be shot down but a few had the right to hear it. "While he did confront one of our angels, he did not attack. He did not even attempt to take the soul of a dead girl. Instead he yielded and retreated from the area. While he should be considered dangerous I propose that we avoid this demon." Yamamoto's face twitched in the slightest, a sign of surprise. "You said it yourself general, Hell has yet to send their own force to recapture the souls but what if they already had? This one demon could be the cleanup crew. I suggest to keep the Gotei 13 on high alert but to go into an observation stand point so far instead of trying to take control of the situation. After all, it is Hell's problem to begin with." Urahara finished staring back at the general.

General Yamamoto stood silently for a moment. The air in the room became deathly still as the other captains looked at one another, each holding their own opinion of the situation presented to them. The general raised his head high and looked straight ahead. "While I appreciate the information you have presented for all of us and I respect your proposition, I have to agree with your theory of him being stronger than he knows. So I must decline your proposition. Any angel who sees this demon must report it to the head captain directly so that the proper response can be called for. Now I must announce that this meeting is over." The general began to walk briskly across the room and out the door.

"Wait," the general stopped. All eyes turned to the voice of a captain who had spoken up, but he was hidden in the long line of captains. "You never told us what he looked like."

Kisuke's face, which fell from hearing the general's rejection, instantly sparked back to his playful appearance. He smiled slightly as he lowered his head, shielding his eyes. "He was young, wearing a black Shihakusho and wielding a giant Zanpakuto. He also has orange hair."

The general hesitated for a moment before exiting. Some of the captains weren't affected by the information. Some, however, were shocked by the information and shared some knowing glances with others. One captain, the same who asked the question, immediately stormed out. Urahara frowned and began to follow. "And captain's meeting adjourned." He said.

He followed the fellow captain out of the room and down a narrow hallway. As he turned a corner he saw the captain stop. The captain had his back to Urahara and did not make an attempt to turn. "You just signed his death sentence by giving all that information to Yamamoto. You know that right?" He said in a dark tone.

"You don't seem to have faith in him." Urahara said with a deep frown. "I would have expected more from-"

"Don't," the captain interrupted. "Don't say anymore. Nothing you can say can help." The captain began to walk once more.

"I lied." Urahara called out after him as he turned slightly. "His spiritual pressure was a level ten."

The captain stopped and was about to turn his head, but didn't. He continued down the hallway and around the corner. Urahara smirked once more. "Don't count him out yet."

Hollow walked the town aimlessly during the day and was observing humans closely. He watched them do things that was normal to them but left him with more questions. He didn't understand why humans felt it necessary to do some of these things.

He supposed that it was his blank mind that caused him to find all things confusing and unnecessary. It was making him angry that he couldn't even recall simple things. That led the door to more questions like who did this to him. Was it the Devil? It seemed like the most logical explanation as the Devil said he had great spiritual pressure and used him like a tool. Then another very important question, which was always on his mind, came back up.

What was his name? And why did it have to be hidden from him? His instinct had kicked in to answer that question somewhat. He was dangerous. Or at least a little, enough so that his name was taken from him.

After much spectating and pondering, night fell on the city once again. Hollow remembered what the Devil had told him and he found himself a perch on a high building. The Devil had told him to hunt souls and, since he didn't have anything better to do, he would do that. But he wanted to remain unseen. Hours passed by and the city slept. He remained where he was and waited for a signal to spring into action.

That signal came a little later. He was looking down on an empty street when the badge hanging from the handle of his sword came to life. It beeped several times and the eyes began to glow. He looked to see nothing down below. He reached behind his back and grabbed the badge and was instantly hit with an image of a person, then a monster.

He shook his head and slowly released the badge. His eyes looked down to see a figure walking alone in the shadows. The person didn't fit the description of the person he had seen in his head when he touched the badge so he waited. Then from around the corner a monster jumped out. The monster was at least twenty feet tall. It was on all fours and had sharp claws with a giant tail that had two spikes at the end. His face was a giant white mask that had a line running directly down the middle. The beast stomped forward and the man fell down cowering in fear.

Hollow reached up and pulled out Zangetsu. He held it up high and the cloth wrapping flung in the air as he jumped down eleven stories. He hit the ground and it cracked under his feet. His head was lowered as the monster stopped and looked over at him. The air rippled around Hollow as he instinctively released some of his spiritual pressure. The monster, seeing that his soul had more power, stomped over to him. Hollow slowly looked up at the giant beast and stood up straight. He held his blade up and pointed the tip at the beast.

The monster gave out a roar and forced his front foot down on the demon. When it almost crushed him, the demon held up his bare left hand and stopped the claw. A small shockwave came from the impact and made Hollow's Shihakusho flap in the wind. The monster tilted his masked head and Hollow looked up and mimicked the notion.

Hollow threw the claw away and jumped up in the air. The monster roared and flicked his tail around. Hollow held up his sword as the clawed tail hit him and sent him flying into a building. The demon had his head down as he was stuck in the building. The tail was hitting against Zangetsu which was blocking Hollow's torso. The monster pushed his tail harder against the blade but Hollow's hand didn't move and the blade stayed a couple inches from his body. Hollow looked back up at the beast and he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the clawed tail. He quickly slashed his blade at the tail. The end was cut clean off and the monster roared in pain.

Hollow jumped down from the building and dodged a claw that slammed down at his former spot. He quickly pushed off the ground and jumped in the air once more, flying at the monster. He brought his blade up and swung it down, with great force, on the mask. The mask split right where the line was and the monster slowly began to fade. As Hollow touched back on the ground the fading monster turned into a beam of light that went into the badge hanging from the handle of Zangetsu.

The demon slowly put back the blade to its position on his back. The cloth wrapped itself around the sword and he started to walk away. He stopped and slowly looked over his shoulder at the man who was about to be killed by the monster. The man was shaking in fear but when he looked at Hollow's mask he fainted.

Hollow turned and walked into the dead of night. One escaped soul down, a lot more to go.

Fin.

A/N: Chapter 2 done. So, is everything making sense a little bit yet? Don't worry I will introduce the mysterious captain later on. I bet you are all thinking that Aizen is the automatic bad guy. Don't be so sure of yourself, for I happen to like the evil captain and will be portraying him differently in this fic. But I will not reveal anything about the plot. Next chapter we introduce someone very special and a certain someone may get a name…

As always please review with your opinion on the chapter and story overall.