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The last words I said before I died was two words.
Aw shit.
Now?
You can probably guess that things were different this time.
They were.
Horrendously so.
It was worse. I actually saw my life flash by me and I just realized what a complete moron I was. Then again I realized that when I became a Grim Reaper.
But this time around when I saw my life flash by me I felt someone else watch my life as if it was hers and I had the sneaking suspicion it was.
The Inner Me
Or rather as most people would say:
The Inner Pain in the Butt.
A Me that is not Me but is Me cause that's all Me is.
Me
The strange thing is, I don't know what to call her, this Me
And she doesn't know what to call herself.
Now we have a problem.
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Approximately ten seconds ago, George Lass, resident soul reaper of Seattle of the External Influence division, did something out of character. She literally walked up to Fate and challenged it to a staring match.
She lost.
George was not one to tempt Fate. In fact, she did her best to be as lazy as she could without dying from malnutrition. Only by the constant nagging of her mother, that George got through life by the skin of her teeth.
George was the epitome of passivity. It was only after her subsequent death that she learned that while she was right in the fact death will come and get you, it doesn't mean you can't enjoy whatever existence you have.
That was probably why she even touched the weird ball thing. She wanted out. She wanted to go home. She did not want to be anywhere near Aizen and his posse.
It was a shame that at the one moment she wanted to actually do something she had no choice in the matter. The strings of Fate were wrapped tightly around her and they subtly directed her to her destiny, to her duty in un-life, whether she wanted to or not.
A man may make his own destiny but that doesn't mean that destiny had no say in what kind of man destiny bestowed said destiny to. One does not circumvent Fate, one fights and bitches about it and tries their hardest to kick and scream through life from birth to death.
George just happened to be the type of person who gets dragged by their lapels through life. She better shape up, or she might not get through her second existence unscathed.
The light died.
George chucked the stone away from her as soon as she could move. She felt cold, a gnawing hunger and a strange hollowness in her body. She felt bewildered, angered and strangely scatterbrained. It was as if, there was another set of thoughts, closely mirroring hers but not identical, a migraine in the making, in other words.
"What the hell was that?" She paused, shuddering. "Wait. Never mind. I don't want to know."
Really I don't. Now I should keep my mouth shut and find a way back home from this hellhole.
Aizen caught the stone and looked at George a bit disappointed. "It seems the experiment bore no fruit."
I am no an experiment you gelled up freak.
The pink one, Szayel, looked eager. He was rubbing his hands together like a mad scientist about to get a new test subject.
Ugh, pinky looks happy. Must run away.
Nnoitra laughed. "Of course not. Except for the hole she's still doesn't have any reiatsu."
What hole?
At that statement, George checked her body…er spirit form. Her midsection had a hole in it, a small, somewhat round, hole no larger than her fist. She pulled her shirt up slightly to look at the hole. Tentatively, nervously, she poked the hole with a forefinger before cringing.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
"What the hell is this?" George asked in a slow threatening tone. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
Aizen was not perturbed at her yelling at him.
Nnoitra laughed. "Looks like the shinigami got some teeth."
"What does that mean pirate boy?" Spat George, directing all her negative emotions at Nnoitra. At that moment, she wasn't in the mood to be insulted especially by the person who was a source of her negativity.
Nnoitra growled, sticking his tongue out in what he thought to be a sexy look. "I like the feisty ones."
Ewwwwww
George recoiled. "That's disgusting." She shouted, forgetting in that brief moment of repulsion that she had a hole in her stomach that was equally disgusting.
"Enough Nnoitra." Aizen indicated to the table that had magically appeared. "Sit please Georgia-kun. I have a proposition for you."
Nnoitra grumbled but complied. All sat, including George. Only Gin and the dark blind guy did not. Gin had grabbed her bag and placed next to her seat, grinning all the while.
Geprge sat between the only girl of the group and the sleeping guy. Nnoitra was sitting across from her, leering. George was uncertain at who he was leering at. She assumed he was staring at the other girl due to the most addressing fact that her outfit looked like one from a porn movie.
Aizen was at the head of the table. He spoke, explaining what he wanted to do, his goals and who the Espada were. He explained what was what and who was who and how exactly this was a very dangerous world and without guidance she would most likely find herself dead, again.
Throughout the entire thing, Geroge stared at him in disbelief. He was certainly a wacko.
"Wait…" George rubbed her face with one hand. "You want to become the Shinigmai king?"
Aizen nodded once.
"And you're going to take over Soul Society?"
Another nod.
"You're going to use one hundred thousand souls to make a key to get into Heaven and in order to do so; you're going to kill one hundred thousand people?"
Nod.
"You hollowfied me on a whim?"
Nod.
"Are you insane?"
Aizen caught himself before he nodded once more.
Dear god, I'm in the vicinity of a crazy power hunger murderous traitor who could most likely obliterate me from existence. I think he also looks like Superman.
George snorted. "You're a complete an utter nutjob. There is no way I'm going to join this nutty little crusade of yours. I already have a job. Two jobs actually and only one of them gets me a paycheck. The bills don't pay themselves."
She stood, grabbing her backpack. "I'm leaving. I'm going home."
George turned, determined to walk away from this bloodthirsty group and go home. Something in her mind, an instinct, a forgotten sense was telling her to leave and far away as possible. While she didn't have a particular strong self-preservation sense she did have a strong radar for mass massacre. All reapers develop one. Hers was ringing rather loudly.
George disliked reaping after a mass murder. There were so many souls, so many confused people, so much loss sleep. She was certain a hundred thousand souls constituted as a massacre, or maybe a calamity of sorts. Also, the balance wouldn't be pleased if so many souls were sent of to the Afterlife. There was bound to be some sort of backlash. She really didn't want to deal with it. Also, she needed advice on the crazy hole currently in her abdomen.
Rube would know. Of course he would, he's been here before the dinosaurs.
"Georgia-san, are you certain you know how to get home?"
Shit
She stopped. Turned around to look at Aizen and his crew, opened her mouth, ready to give them a piece of her mind regardless if they could wipe her off the spiritual map.
Ring
Ring
George blinked. The cell phone Rube got her was ringing. It continued ringing as she dug it out of her backpack. She flicked it open. "Hello."
How the hell did it reception here? Not that I'm complaining but still it's really fishy.
She and everyone else in the room could hear the other person on the line. "Hello peanut, how are you?"
George looked at the other occupants in the room. "I'm fine Boss."
No. I'm not. Save me!
"That's good. How is Soul Society, are they treating you well?"
If well means getting incinerated, then yeah.
George looked again at the occupants in the room. "It's …ah… really clean here."
I have to admit that. It is pretty clean here in hell. Then again I never thought hell would be so eye blinding white, sulfur and brimstone seemed more hellish.
"That's great. Well you're officially off duty so you don't have to do anymore reaping till you get back."
Whoopee, good news.
"That's great."
"Are you okay peanut? You sound strange, did you catch a cold?"
No I did not catch a cold. I am trying to speak to you without blurting out that I have been kidnapped and the people who kidnapped me could most likely kill me. Even though I'm dead.
"Wah?" George gulped. "Naw, just a sore throat."
"Good. Can't have you getting sick peanut. Have fun. Good bye"
"Heh. Good bye." He hung up. George closed the phone. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and heaved a heavy sigh.
My life sucks. Why didn't I just die?
She went back to the table and sat then. She then proceeded to band her hand on the table. Banging one's head on a wall seemed more logical but then again, she wanted to sit down while bashing her head.
"I knew you are temperamental you twerp." Nnoitra said his long tongue hanging out of his mouth like a big slab of meat. "Bonkers."
George twitched and looked at Nnoitra with an unreadable expression on her face.
I swear, he's the 'Mason' of the group. God, I just want to shove my foot up his ass so far he would be eating shitting out of his mouth.
She glared at him, daring him to do anything to piss her off.
He complied.
In a blur of motion, George grabbed his outstretched tongue and with a great toss, threw Nnoitra across the table and into the opposite wall with a loud resounding crash. She then stood, paused to wipe the slime off her hand and face and stomped over to where Nnoitra was.
Nnoitra was in a standing position, trying to soothe his tongue's pain. The girl had a strong grip, surprisingly for a small slip of a girl. As he tried to make sure his tongue still worked, he caught sight of an Angry Female.
He didn't have a chance. Fifth Espada he may be, but the gods that control the Fates were against him. He soon learned, as George had, you don't fuck with the Fates.
In a blink of an eye, a dark and very powerful reiatsu pushed down on him. The originator of the reiatsu was cracking her knuckles, the reiatsu, itself, was massive and oppressive.
Nnoitra found that couldn't even breathe. He was on his knees and staring at the girl whose reiatsu brought him down. The girl was giving him an evil glare, trying to kill him with her eyes alone.
He noticed things. He noticed how a visible dark aura manifested itself and cloaked itself around her. He noticed how her eyes were pitch black except for two golden irises. He noticed a strange white structure growing from her lower jaw up to her forehead.
He noticed this even as his lungs started creaking in protest, threatening to collapse.
As George stared Nnoitra down, Gin looked sideways at Aizen.
"This an illusion of your doing?"
Aizen shook his head. "No. This is the power of a new hybrid."
"Hmmm."
Gin went back to watching the show.
"Pervert." The voice that emanated from George didn't sound human, it sounded very alien, very hollow. "You're going to pay for licking my face with that awful probably germ infested tongue."
Nnoitra grinned widely. He had new prey. There was no doubt that her reiatsu dwarfed his but she had no battle experience. To bring this one under his dominance would be gratifying. Besides, females have to learn their place.
"Apologize or else." Spat the hollow that wore George's face, the white mask growing ever further across her face.
"No." Egging newly made hollows were fun, especially hybrids.
"Bast-" Whatever Hollow George was about to say was drowned out by Aizen's clapping.
She turned to look at Aizen, her reiatsu flared about her, flickering around her like living tendrils of shadow, her visible aura covering her form. Aizen smiled in a paternal way still unconcerned in the murderous look she shot him.
"It appears that the hollowfication worked." Aizen looked at the half-masked George with interest. "Tell me, what's your name?"
Hollow George flipped him the birdie. "Screw you."
Massive reiatsu bore down on the newly made hybrid; bring her to her knees just like Nnoitra. She tried to breathe, the oppressive reiatsu threatened to crush her lungs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Please be polite." Aizen said still smiling, even as he was emanating impressive reiatsu. He kept her in her kneeled position for a full minute before letting up.
Hollow George collapsed on the ground, coughing hoarsely. Pain was a new experience. Pain was a definitely new experience.
Pain was a great equalizer.
I don't want to be equal.
Hollow George was hoisted in the air by Aizen's hand, brought up to his eye level. He was still pleasant. "Now, let us see…"
The hollow inside George could do nothing as Aizen ripped the mask off George's face, crumpling it in one hand. The reiatsu faded away, evaporating completely. Her eyes had shifted back into normal human ones, albeit dazed eyes, but human.
What the fuck just happened?
George then passed out.
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Momo looked at the group of people that greeted her. She bowed. They bowed, the younger man clumsily and the older man stifly. The two women of the group bowed more gracefully than the men.
Introductions were made, various threats exchanged between the dark skinned woman and the young man, and Momo was introduced to pizza. The External Influence divison had prepared a party for her appearance. They had pizza and beer.
It was a nice party. Momo was still guarded but she was more relaxed, less tense. It helped that her zanpakuto was still in Soul Society. There were zero hollow activity in Seattle and she would not need her zanpaktuo. If there can a case she would, then she would just use her kido.
Momo was to live with Daisy despite the numerous objections raised by Mason, who wanted Momo to go home with him. Roxy solved the issue by punching Mason in the gut and dragging him away. Roxy was temped to shoot Mason but didn't have her gun at the moment. Rube apologized for their behavior but Momo merely giggled. It reminded her of the eleventh division. Those memories led to another before Mom was severely depressed.
She sat on the bed, unaccustomed to the style of mattress in the apartment. Momo stared through the windows, at the luminescent moon, and whispered. "Aizen-sama."
She wasn't stupid. Momo knew that she was sent here to keep her safe, to clear her head, and to help her recover her health. She was going to save Aizen from the despicable Gin. It didn't matter what everyone else thought, Aizen was the victim, he was being manipulated and she was going to save her captain.
Meanwhile Rube had called George, checked that she was okay and hung up. He trusted his instincts and he knew that Fate had another duty for him. Wherever George was treading, she would tread alone.
As do all Grim Reapers.
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A.N.
The bold words are the hollow's inner thoughts. The italicized are George's. When the hollow is in control, the italicized words are there. When George is in control, the words remain normal.
I'm trying to focus on George so the Momo part is a bit short. This fic is mostly focusing on the Espada and Aizen.
If you want more stuff on Momo and the other shinigami, give a shout in your review. If you want more Espada stuff, give a shout.
Also, a challenge. Can anyone guess why hollow George is more aggressive than George?
Anyways, please review. Tell me your thoughts.
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