**the beginning of the chapter is kinda weird, just sayin'.**
Welcome back to a new chapter of this... what ever this is xD alright let's hop to it! If there are any grammatical errors, please notify me, I will see to it immediately that it is corrected for all those Grammar Nazis out there.
oh and there are some words that I spell in English instead of American because I think that some of the English spellings are better.
This story will have the pairing of the most requested pairing. I will try to do my best with any European language for the language of any requested story of any rating.
Summary of this story: This takes place after chapter 540. Ichigo is given his real Zanpactou after finding out that the entity we knew to be (Tensa) Zangetsu, was in fact Juha Bach from 1,000 years past. He leaves the Soul Palace without seeing the Soul King, left without telling the rest of his friends where he was going… But what's this? He begins to see visions of memories he was never supposed to remember… Are they really his? Did they belong to the hollow that Tousen named "Shiro"? Are they the memories of another Quincy? Of one that has not yet passed? Or is it something much darker? Are these some sort of Premonition?
Previously...
"Shit… Ichi-chan" Nimaiya crouched down to where Ichigo was still being restricted by Sato, who was straddling his waist. The clothes that he wore shrunk to his skin, becoming skin tight. So tight that they became like a second skin before changing to the opposite color and absorbing into his skin. Nimaiya pulled the bag into his lap before retrieving two swords. One black, the other white. They both had holes running down the lengths of the blades and thin five pointed stars in the holes of the black blade. Neither blade had hilts nor grips other than tightly wrapped strings around the supposed hilt of the two blades. The two were connected by a spirit chain that was black before blending to both red and blue on either side. Nimaiya grouped the two together and made Ichigo grip the blades and pressed his closed hand to his chest. Ichigo's breathing heaved as he continued to gasp for air. "I had a feeling that something like this would happen, so I reconstructed Tensa Zangetsu for you as well as your other Zanpactou… Remember, your blade is only as strong as your devotion towards your own soul. After all they are you." Nimaiya said as he nodded towards the slightly calmed Ichigo. Nodding again he clenched his fist before punching Ichigo square in the face.
Knocking him out. Leaving Ichigo to return to his dream-like memories.
Mystery POV
'My head is pounding... There's a bad taste in my mouth... like rotten flesh, disgusting... Where am I?' I keep thinking that same thing to myself as I try to sit up repeatedly. 'Shit, I can't move...' I struggled to move for what seemed to be several minutes before I realized that it was impossible. My efforts exhausted, I try to open my eyes, they seem to still be able to open and blink fine... But it's still just inky black darkness. 'My chest is burning, aching, empty. It feels like I'm hollow inside, like I just don't care anymore. I should be glad that it's just pain, physical pain and not emotional pain anymore, but I can't even feel that,' I was tormented for so long about memories of other souls that I began to go insane. When the attacks started I would grip my head, screaming at the top of my lungs ripping and tugging at my horns and hair. Wanting it to stop. Begging for someone to make it stop. 'I should be grateful to Aizen-sama, but in all honesty I don't even feel that,' It was true. Aizen-sama had saved me from the emotions that were plaguing me, but I seemed to even lose the ability to feel anything at all. 'Aizen-sama, after all, took all my pain away, the pain of millions... He took all of that away. He said that as an Arrancar, I shouldn't even be able to remember my past life, much less each and every single soul's memory. He was also able to block the majority of the memories...'
'Yet sadly, if I were ever to rebel and attack him... the memories would return and I would go mad once more. But if that is the case, I think that it is also possible that the more loyalty I have towards Aizen-sama, the more memories will drift from my mind. I would be able to forget them. All of them. Aizen-sama, Ichimaru-sama and Tousen-sama made me give up something in return, though, not that I minded it. They made me give up the power of speech and any other forms of communication.' I look down at my hands. They had slowly become the sharp claws with pointed fingertips that i currently stared at. The once were originally smooth, soft, rounded fingers, knuckles and wrists that I'd be staring at instead of these things. 'That means that I can't even play that new human game, much less speak intelligibly... what was it called? Sha-Sha... Cha-?* Oh well... The humans in the world of the living find it amusing to make fools of themselves by acting out a subject for their audience to guess. I found that would while doing a mission in the world of the living for Aizen-sama. Sadly, even that... immature, insensible thing to do is still out of my grasp.'
I flexed my arms and clenched my palms together before forming fists. ' I can barely hold my weapon... it's not like it matters though, it's been so long since I even held one. My Shinigami soul... the one that is the main basis of this... envisioned form he has for me... I barely remember what his Zanpactou felt like... No, technically it's mine. My Zanpactou. Although most of my souls have had a Zanpactou, whether it be Shinigami or Arrancar.' Aizen-sama had spent centuries on gathering souls for his creations such as me. He'd often send his precious Espada to track down problem Arrancar before using their body and souls for his creations. 'I remember other weapons, even though I only remember them very vaguely. Those weapons from the Quincies and other hollows that didn't have the privilege to receive their own Zanpactou before they were hunted down and killed for my form now... they were in my memories too... every single one of their deaths, their powers, their abilities... I remembered them... until Aizen-sama took that suffering away from me and all of my souls.' I looked out the window and at the huge crescent shaped moon in the haze of the heat rising off the sand at the distant horizon.
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'I still... don't have a name and Aizen-sama doesn't seem any where near giving me one. I wonder why? It's not like I can ask him though. Hell... Aside from piercing my next meal with my useless hands and eating, I can't even ask or even attempt to suggest that idea to Aizen-sama.' I chewed a lump of flesh from the hollow I killed during a raid mission in the eastern desert in Hueco Mundo. 'My useless hands don't seem to be my only problem now...' I thought as I wiped the blood from my lance-like arms and onto my makeshift table spread. 'Not that it really matters considering that I'm still being restrained on... whatever this thing is... in this dark room for who knows how long... but... I'm starting to lose more and more of my reasoning every day now. With each passing moment I spend near Aizen-sama or one of the other occupants in Las Noches... I seem to be forgetting things more and more often. My body and soul are changing, I know that to be true.' I hover back towards the main hallway in Las Noches, towards the untouched meeting room. It's strange that I don't need to walk, even though I have legs. I don't even think of that anymore, did I learn this? Was I able to do this from day one? 'Should I be concerned? Should I feel worry now? This may become a problem for Aizen-sama in the future if I let this go unnoticed. I don't even remember what I should be doing here... or why, or even how, I got here.' Pushing the doors to the meeting room open, I stepped inside and let the heavy doors slam shut behind me.
'Aizen-sama said that it was for testing my strength and resistance to-... to... I have forgotten what he had said now. I know that it doesn't matter, it wouldn't even matter if he didn't even tell me in the first place. All that I know is that I should remain forever loyal to Aizen-sama... no matter what...'
'No matter what.'
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'How long has it been?' 'Since I last saw him? Aizen-sama... that is... is it? I'm forgetting... No! I mustn't forget him! He's all that matters... He's all that matters. Even in this dark, dark world... He's my only hope... the only one that I hold any emotion for in this emotionless world. In this crying world. It's dark and cold... dark and cold... dark... and-'
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'Hungry. I'm hungry. I'm thirsty... I can't move anymore, So much that I can feel my body and soul changing... and I want to get out of this place... I need to feed...'
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"My, My... That one doesn't seem to well... Without any new souls in his body, or blood down his throat... He seems to be getting delirious, how strange for a hollow like him," the smooth yet piercing voice belonging to a silver tongued man echoed off the blackened walls within the cells that I had been restrained in. "How long has it been, New One, since you gave up everything that you had in order to forget? Oh? What's that? Can't speak?" A soft chuckle came with the questions.
"Gin, stop antagonizing justice." A gruff voice barked at him.
'What's justice, and who... or what are they talking about?'
"Well don't you have a thing for 'justice', Kaname. More like an obsession." The silver-coated voice retorted.
'That must be Gin and the other must be Kaname. I can't see anything. Where are they?'
"You two, stop. We came here to test out the abilities of our strengthened family member."
'that voice... I remember it! Aizen-sama! It's Aizen-sama, at last! My lord, you came back for me.'
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"Now, my precious little Arrancar, you will hunt yourself as many humans as you possibly can... until the timer runs out. Understood?" Aizen-sama asks me. He knows I can't answer him, but I feel that he does so to make me feel normal.
'I wonder if he favours me more than the others...'
"Good. Now go!" He urges me.
It's been my several human weeks by now, I suppose and I have done Aizen-sama good by collecting several thousands of pathetic humans... bodies and souls. Their rotting corpses line the walls of one of the meeting halls. 'He seems proud of them, even though he won't enter the hall... I've always followed him, where or when, he never does enter, he just stops for a second before he walks by,' I wonder if he has ever seen how many corpses and souls we have collected for him. Should I wonder why he has ordered us to collect as many souls as possible? But I don't, because every time he walks by those doors, I feel as if he has even the smallest pride in what we have done for him. 'I'd follow him to where the earth ends if I had to. And if that turned to sea, I would swim after him. After all... I owe him for something... even though I don't remember what it exactly is that I owe him for,' I prepare myself for the mission that I have today. I get a reiatsu collar to mask my presence on top of my honed skills. I secure the release ties around my elbow, or the shallow around my arm before it turns into a spear like limb. I use my teeth and horns to pull on some sort of cloaking device around my body before I worm my head into a cap of some-sorts. Aizen-sama said that a man left them in Soul Society around a century ago. I don't know what they're called, or who left them, but they're pretty useful.
'Ugh. My body has formed these spikes for hands over the past half year. Aizen-sama says that it is very intriguing and important to my perfection. He's always going on about my perfection. I wonder why?'
Standing up, I make my way to the portal in the main meeting room, the one where the generals, Espada and Aizen-sama meet.
"When you return, I will have Szayelaporro Granz develop a simpler means of masking your presence, Young one. I say this because you looked like you were having difficulties with your orders for preparation recently due to your... physique. This trip I want twenty human bodies and souls and the bodies and souls of all the patrolling Shinigami in the area." I watched Aizen-sama with a bowed head and lowered body as he spoke. Had he told me something different than the last mission? This time he didn't seem happy with my body's progress like he did last time... At least I think.
"Remember, My Precious Arrancar, Attack only when it rains."
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'Oh?' When I arrived there, in a clearing between the tall grey towers, some higher reiatsu levels caught my attention. Directing my attention towards them, I spot a small grouping of people. 'There are some Shinigami... Are these the Shinigami that are patrolling today?' Looking closer, I see that I am incorrect in this assumption. There is a taichou in the group. Is he giving them instructions? 'He looks young, even though I can't really tell, what a pity... I'm sure his pretty, spiky, jet-black hair and that squad ten uniform would look marvelous in the meeting hall amongst the rest of those rotting corpses.' My skin beneath my mask is tingling again... Am I smiling? It hurts. I watch them, waiting for it to rain like Aizen-sama told me to do. They break up soon after and I follow the taichou, knowing that he would prove to be the most of a challenge. The young taichou raised his reiatsu levels to which I suppose are the max in his unreleased state. The increased pressure causes clouds to form and rain to fall. Just the opportunity that I was waiting for!
'He thinks that he's creating a diversion by drawing me out to him... Attacking him is better than those little squad members in his book, right? Sorry little taichou. I'm going to kill them first' I used sonido to move to the location of the two feeble Shinigami hiding under the thin tin roof. They're barely able to stand underneath this... inadequate amount of reiatsu. How pitiful. I ended their existence by using these spikes to slice the tops of their heads off. Haha, like butter. 'I think that he has realized by their deaths now that I don't give a shit about a large amount of reiatsu... and that they have a target on their backs.' I was watching his reaction the whole time as I killed his little subordinates. 'It doesn't seem like they were direct though, considering he has no other reaction than an "oh shit" one and not a "NOOOOO, NOT MARU-TAN" or something like that.' I remove my limiters and the cloaking devices.
"Dammit! He doesn't care about the magnitude of someone's reiatsu!" I can hear him scream as he races over to the spot I have already left, the spot where I left those bloody corpses lying on the ground. But I have already left there, and have landed on the top of an almost collapsing building, right behind him. He slowly turns around to face me.
"What the fuck are you?!" He barely manages to let that small utterance escape his lips as I was about to turn to face him. If I could speak I would have replied with a 'bitch I'm fabulous', but sadly I can't talk. "What is... he? A black hollow?" Either he is extremely rude and decides to talk about people behind their backs. Literally. Or he's crazy and likes to talk to himself.
I turn to face him. I hiss lightly in warning. 'The reason? I have no idea why. He seems either brave or stupid for not cowering in fear or not even flinching. Okay so how about I scream?' I do just that and raise my reiatsu halfway to its limit. That finally frightens him. He tightly grips his Zanpactou and I can see him trembling slightly. Fear. I love that in prey.
"I see... It's all black and the hollow hole has been filled up with something. But this reiatsu is no doubt that of a hollow's." He murmurs to himself. Yup he's crazy and likes to talk to himself. 'Well no shit, idiot. It's totally not obvious.' I think sarcastically in retort to his idiocy. It seems that all Shinigami in the World of the Living are this stupid. I lunge at him, cutting off any other things he has to say to himself. He blocks my attack and counter attacks. His attack gets a little too close to my mask for comfort. I can't have anymore of that, so I begin to attack him repeatedly in quick succession, attack after attack. I've trained with Aizen-sama and Gin too many times not to be quick on my feet. I've been trained, by some of the strongest Shinigami. So when I look into his eyes and see confusion, I'm not surprised. I can tell that he's questioning my fighting techniques... for being to similar to that of a Shinigami. "I see this is one tough son of a bitch!" He exclaims before I roundhouse kick him to the side. It seems that he hasn't lost footing yet as he drags his hand through the invisible reiatsu platform he created in order to fight me in mid-air.
"SHIBA-TAICHOU?!" I hear screams coming from the side. 'They addressed him as taichou... More Shinigami!' I can feel my excitement rising. "What are you doing here Shiba-Taicho?! This area is under jurisdiction of the Thirteenth squad!" A small Shinigami is running to meet the captain. I can see panic in his eyes. I can tell he's about to tell the Shinigami to turn back and hide... But I can't have that. I quickly attack him again, directing his attention back towards me, and aim a cero at the Shinigami from the thirteenth squad.
"Shit! RUN!" He was able to deflect my attack enough to turn and scream that at the poor Shinigami. But it's too late. I've fired it. "Did he just fire a cero?!" He wipes blood, sweat and rain from his chin. 'No, I just fired a bunch of pixie dust and cocaine. Yes that was a fucking cero, dipshit.' I can feel him preparing to attack me once more. Finally at least this gets somewhat interesting! "This is bullshit... That is no hollow... I've never seen a menos with that fighting capability!" He charges up behind me, sword raised and prepared to strike. He should have realized that he is too slow to actually land a blow on me though. I block it with relatively ease. He presses his sword against my arm, but doesn't move much after that.
"Pardon me. But a monster like you wouldn't be able to run wild and loose all the while slipping underneath the Soul Society's radar. Someone is covering for your ass and I want to know who." He demands me.
'Why is he trying to start a conversation with me? It's not like I can even answer, I wouldn't anyway, that would give Aizen-sama away and I don't want that. However a piece of shit from the Gontei 13 calling me a monster is uncalled for and hypocritical.' I launch myself at him.
"Not much of the conversationalist are you? Oh well... Doesn't matter... You'll be burned to a crisp in a second." He adapts a very ridged stance. 'Oh I really wish I could tell him that I have the strongest Hierro in all of the Arrancar army that's serving for Aizen-sama. Now he's building up his reiatsu... for a lame-ass incantation for his lane-ass Zanpactou. Great.' The taichou adapts a ridged stance and prepares to release his shikai as he screams "MOERU, ENGETSU!" he charges me before he is cut down by another blade from behind. 'Aizen-sama! What is Aizen-sama doing here?!' 'Does he feel as if I'm not strong enough to take one measly Shinigami?! Aizen-sama is talking about the cloaks... and thanks a man by the name of Urahara Kisuke? Is he the man who left those cloaking devices?'
"Who are you?! Come out and show yourself, coward!" Shiba-taichou yells out in the direction he was cut from. 'That shitty Shinigami dared to call my master a coward?! I'll kill him! I'LL KILL HIM!' I felt my rage boil within my soul as a prepared to lop off the fool's head, yet I was stopped when Aizen-sama began to speak again with Gin this time.
"My, my. That ain't gunna fool 'im. He knows it ain't no hollow tha' did tha'." Gin said as he watched the taichou scream at the heavens more. A sickening smirk crossed his face as I saw those crystal blue eyes open and peer at the fight we were participating in.
"So it seems." Aizen-sama turned and faced the garganta again. "We're done here."
"You sure? He could-" Gin began again but was interrupted by Aizen-sama.
"I'm quite familiar with his bankai and a would of that magnitude would risk him having his body crumble underneath the strain." Aizen-sama briefly glanced down at the taichou that was stumbling over himself because of his wound. "If a taichou can defeat our guinea pig with a mere shikai that means that we have to go back to the drawing board." I'm a little shocked by that statement, but i refuse to acknowledge it. 'Aizen-sama called me a guinea pig... how rude. Hmm... Oh well.'
"Calling it a guinea pig is quite the disservice." Kaname said smoothly.
'But that bastard Kaname stood up for me! UGH THAT SHIT HEAD!'
"He's nothing like the other hollows we have created thus far, please call him Shiro." Kaname continued without even noticing my sudden change in aura.
'Kaname... gave me a name? Shiro? Aizen-sama finds that amusing... Is Kaname mocking me? That bastard! How dare he mock Aizen-sama in such a way?! After all, Aizen-sama made me with a vision in mind, I'm special! I'm special!' I practically scream over and over again in my thoughts, denying anything else to be real.
"After all, he is the first one that we have created successfully out of a Shinigami soul and body as a base" Kaname continued on and on.
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How dare he! ... I can't attack him though, that would be showing disloyalty towards Aizen-sama... Instead I'll direct my anger at that stupid, foolish piece of shit.' My blood was boiling and I could feel more and more of the souls' control slipping through.
"Indeed. Forgive my rudeness, Kaname" Aizen-sama replied. 'NO! Don't apologize to that asshole that questions you authority!' I scream at Aizen-sama in my head once more. "Still naming him Shiro, despite his black exterior, just because of it's actions and purpose... is quite ironic. It brings a smile to my face." Aizen-sama chuckled softly at that. 'That made Aizen-sama smile... good.' I go back to attack the shitty taichou. One hit against his sword immobilizing him. Another to land another hit. But I was distracted by the wound on his back splitting open more. 'Ah fuck that moment of lapsed concentration made it easy for the Shinigami to pin me down. Sorry shitty captain, it's not going to be that easy.' He draws out more flames to block my attack from underneath him. He glanced at his shoulder, distracted by the pain. I attack again, screaming in frustration as I barrage him with my spikes. A hit was blocked that he felt was a little too close for comfort. He jumped back in an attempt to flee from me. But I won't have that, I leaped up faster than the speed of sound. Breaking the sound barrier, he curses me. 'He even seems distracted. I'm loosing my touch. ... A... And he just called me a freak! What the hell?!' I think before he swipes his hand over the blood in his wound. 'What the HELL! HE JUST DRANK HIS OWN FUCKING BLOOD FOR FUCK'S SAKE AND HE CALLS ME A FREAK?!' He drank some of the blood before spitting it back as fire at his blade for a temporary barrier between me and him. 'That's not what it's for?!' He slashes the air, sending the large flame wall at me.'What the fuck?! Shit!' Smoke rises between me and him as I was struck with the burst of flames.
'What ever he did... He succeeded in cutting one of my arms off... shit.' My eyes followed to where my arm landed. A girl with orange hair. No matter, she's weak anyway. I direct my attention back to the taichou that I am fighting. 'That little bitch cut off my arm!' I kicked him back to the street below with so much force that the impact caused a descent sized crater where his body laid. He pushes some of the rubble and boulders off of him.
"Heh... still formidable with only one arm. I'm beginning to like you." He grins as he wipes the blood, sweat, rain and now mud from his chin yet again.
'I don't give a shit if you say you're beginning to like me, get that through your head!' I attack him again with more force each swing. Each hit I land on that shitty Zanpactou has enough force to crack the streets below his feet. Again and again. He grunts and it's not interesting anymore. I charge a cero at point blank range. I can feel his fear radiating off of him. It's delicious. 'Shit- Need to dodge!' I cancel my cero and sonido slightly to the side, watching as I barely dodge an arrow aimed right at my head misses me by a dozen or so centimetres from my mask.
I'm too busy being distracted and only am I pulled from my trance when the taichou whispers "Who is that girl?" I whip my head into the direction in which the arrow was fired. 'A Quincy bitch?! Of all things that decide to fuck with me at a moment like this- in front of my Aizen-sama- it has to be a fucking Quincy bitch.' I can feel disgust rising in my throat. 'That weak girl is a Quincy?!' I can hear Kaname saying that he will deal with he immediately but Aizen-sama stops him. He has developed an interest of the girl. 'Does that mean I can't kill her?! Fuck it! I don't give a shit! I'm going to fucking kill that whore who dared to fire an arrow at my precious mask!' I leaped after the girl. The taichou couldn't follow me and protect the girl after breaking his leg. The girl started to fire several arrows towards me. Easy. I dodged them with sonido, I even burned some of them off with the sheer force of my charge. 'Dodging is child's play for me.' She stopped her assault and extended her arm towards me. 'Oh- you're extending your arm? Well fuck you I'll just rip that right off with my teeth!' I sunk my teeth into her shoulder and tried to pull but was stopped when she...
"I. Got. You." She sang lightly before firing a point-blank ranged arrow right at my mask. I heard it cracking. My precious mask. Cracking.
'Fuck,' I can feel my mask crack and chip away. 'I can't face Aizen-sama in this shame-' My thoughts are interrupted when I feel myself being drawn into that weak bitch. 'What the hell... I'm being drawn in!' I try to fight the force, but I can't. 'I'm being drawn into that stupid fucking girl! My soul! My soul's being ripped out from my body! Must kill that stupid gir-'
And I was no more.
やった! (done!)
"Shiro"'s personality was meant to change as the chapter progressed, showing not only frustration with the situation but also a blurring in all of his souls. I will use this as a bridge between the hollow "Shiro" and the Zangetsu "Shiro". Oh yea well fuck giant spoiler there. He's actually really his Zanpactou... like no one ever saw that before xD.
Here we go Chapter 2 of this shitty ass... what the fuck ever this is, is finally over see ya next chapter.
Thank you come again
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